A/N: Because I didn't have any fresh ideas, I decided to borrow a bit more from our wonderful ACD. So, in the spirit of CHAS, here's my first 221b. I think this'll probably be a series.
We sped across the lawn, with our pursuers hot on our trails. I could hear the baying of the hounds; see the flashlights searching across the grass, smell the sweat forming on my brow. My heart was threatening to burst through my chest, but all anxiety was soon replaced by the adrenaline of the chase.
Holmes charged ahead of me in long strides. I struggled to keep up. My leg protesting very loudly the pounding steps I was taking. I could do nothing but ignore it now, with all members of the household after us. I would not allow myself to ruin Holmes' career by being caught.
A wall came into view. We were so very close. My chest swelled with the promise of escape, but I pushed it back down. It would not do to lose focus now.
The wall was suddenly very close, and I saw Holmes vault up it and haul himself over. I jumped up as well, and began to swing over to the other side. I was nearly over when my breath hitched in my throat and a hand clenched onto my ankle.
I kicked hard, hoping to shake of my attacker. I hit something fleshy and hard, and heard a sickening crack, but the grip stayed tight; and as he fell he pulled me back.