Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry work has been hectic, plus my boyfriend found my fanfiction account (don't worry he is very supportive) and I have been explaining the ins and outs of my Sherlock fics.

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John Watson watched as Sherlock Holmes plunged lower and lower into the icy blackness of the water below.

John's eyes bulged as he loosened then slipped free from the bonds tying his hands.

His air was running out and fast. He should get to the surface, he thought, he had barely enough oxygen left in his lungs to save himself, let alone...

'Oh bloody hell', was the last thought John Watson had before he kicked off hard, swimming as fast as he could towards the unconscious Sherlock.

Who was he kidding he could never let his friend die like this.

The deeper he swam the more the surrounding water seemed to crush his ribs, tightening his lungs.

But he was almost there...

He could just make out Sherlock's icy white face amidst the water's gloom...


Molly's mug of tea shattered as it hit the floor.

"Y-You're in..."

"Labour, yes," said Rebecca cutting across the shocked woman. "Molly, you have to help me, I need..."

But Rebecca couldn't finish her sentence, letting out a cry and doubling up in pain.

In an instant Molly was at her side, clutching her arm tightly and leading her through a door to her left.

A strong smell of disinfectant and latex seemed to linger in this room but, without even looking around, Rebecca allowed Molly to ease her up onto what seemed to be a table.

"What's happened Rebecca? Why are you here on your own? Where's Sherlock?" asked Molly in a high-pitched and panicked voice.

"I don't know," breathed Rebecca through gritted teeth. "...I-I can't think right now, Molly. I need you to call him for me... I need to talk to him."

"Okay, Okay," uttered the woman quickly, grasping for her mobile and pressing it to her ear.

A moment passed, and another...

"There's no answer," uttered Molly shaking her head, as Rebecca cried out in both pain and fear.

"Try again..." pleaded the young lawyer but Molly shook her head, dialling another number on the phone on the desk beside her.

"No Rebecca, I need to get a doctor down here right away..." she said before a tiny voice on the other end was heard.

Rebecca breathed hard, the pain was building inside her. She had not planned to have a natural birth, she had wanted as much gas air and drugs as they could provide her with... And now she was stuck down here...in...wait...

Rebecca gazed around the pristinely white room, before staring down at just what she was sat on...

"This is the morgue...THE MORGUE!" yelled Rebecca, panicking slightly. She hated this place more than anything. "A-And I'm on a slab!"

The young-lawyer made to get up but another wave of pain shot through her and she slumped back against the metal tray.

It was only a few moments later did she realise Molly hadn't said a word...she had been off the phone for about a minute and yet for all that time she had been silent. She gazed over at her.

"M-Molly, what's wrong?" uttered Rebecca panting hard.

The mousy-haired girl seemed to shake slightly as she finally gazed up Rebecca.

"T-There's been a pile-up on the M25...loads of people were hurt...they said they haven't got any staff available for the moment...said that they would deal with it as soon as they can..."

Rebecca looked bewildered. "W-What are you saying Molly?"

Molly took a large gulp before replying...

"I think I'm going to have to deliver your baby...here."


John pushed up towards the surface with great difficulty, the heavy weight of his best friend weighing him down.

His muscles burned like a thousand fires and his lungs felt like they were about to be ripped from his chest.

The orange glow from the docks above seemed like miles away...time was slipping away from both men...faster and faster...until...

John sucked a deep breath as his head finally broke the surface of the water.

Coughing and spluttering he managed to drag Sherlock's unconscious body to the water's edge and lift him roughly onto the pebble-covered shore.

John groaned in pain as he lifted himself out of the freezing cold water and kneeled besides Sherlock's unmoving form.

The detective's lips were a dangerous shade of blue and his cheeks were a skeletal grey.

"Oh come on Sherlock," said John worriedly, leaning down, checking his heartbeat...

John held his breath as he felt for the pulse.

A second passed...

A second more...

Then finally he found it. It was faint but at least it was there.

"Come on buddy," uttered John, biting his lip. Sherlock needed to start breathing again and he knew that there was only one way that was going to happen.

The weary doctor gave a heavy sigh before pinching Sherlock's nose and pressing his mouth to the detective's cold lips.


"What do you mean?" said Rebecca her eyes widening. "I-I can't have my baby...here."

She gestured around the morgue before suddenly gasping in pain.

"L-Listen," uttered Molly worriedly. "I can run upstairs, go get someone...bring them down here..."

"No!" shouted Rebecca her eyes widening in alarm as she grasping for the sleeve of Molly's white coat. "You can't leave me! Please!"

Molly bit her lip, shooting a worried glance towards the door before turning back to her pregnant friend.

"But I've never delivered a baby before..." uttered the mortician.

Rebecca let out another cry of pain before grasping Molly's hand tightly in her own. "Molly please... you're all I've got..."


John's lips were still pressed to Sherlock's when the detective's eyes suddenly flashed open.

The sandy-haired doctor pulled away as Sherlock leant to the side allowing water to spurt from his mouth.

"Sherlock!" said John, swaying back onto his heels as his dark-haired friend took several deep gulps of air.

A long moment seemed to pass as Sherlock caught his breath before finally staring over into the eyes of the doctor beside him.

"John," he uttered with a difficult breath pulling himself up onto his elbows. "You mustn't...people might talk..."

"Oh shut up," said John shaking his head and getting to his feet. Only Sherlock could make him feel that angry and that relieved at the same time.

He let out a breath of air, getting to his feet as Sherlock made to do the same.

"No Sherlock, what are you doing? You've just been through a trauma..." uttered the blonde doctor, placing a hurried hand to the detective's shoulder, but Sherlock merely brushed him off with a stern look.

"No John," he uttered with a cough, shaking his wet hair from his eyes. "I need to get to Rebecca."

"Sherlock," said John as the detective began to march off, still sopping wet. "We don't even know where they're holding her..."

Sherlock suddenly stopped in his tracks turning to John. "That key wasn't the only thing I gleaned from Moriarty's men. From the stench of their clothes and the state of their shoes it looks like they're based somewhere underground, besides the Thames –link sewers. And the only stretch of unclaimed, unmanned area in London is abandoned underground maintenance lines about a mile from here, just around the corner from Barts."

John let out a puff of air. "Well what are we waiting for," he said with a nod.

And with that the two men set off at great speed, water from the Thames still pouring from their clothes as they ran.


Okay boring filler I know...but there will be more VERY soon!

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