A good month has now passed since Katie received this death threat. It's been quiet since then. Greg and her boyfriend David said she should still be careful, but she didn't care any more.
With David, she was able to put their differences aside. She also got to know his friend Peter better and quickly realised that he was no threat. During their meetings he had always been very charming towards her and put her off with a nice evening when David was called to the yard at short notice.

Today was the stag party of Mary and John. Sherlock wanted to go for a drink with him in the places where murders once happened and Mary wanted to go out and celebrate too. There are only 4 weeks left in freedom and she wanted to enjoy them. She decided to hit the clubs in London and go dancing. It was supposed to be a small party with Molly, a certain Janine and Katie. Katie knew that Mary didn't have many friends she trusted so she kept it small. David had made a date for tonight with his mate Peter. Katie would see him again tomorrow at lunchtime.

She was just standing at the bar to order the next round of drinks. The evening had already progressed and the level of the women had gradually increased. She saw Mary and Molly laughing and enjoying themselves in one of the separees. Janine had just come to help her with the drinks. She was nice. She was a pretty brunette who knew how to handle her charms as a woman. The bartender also seemed to be quite taken with her because he literally undressed her with his eyes. Katie rolled her eyes when he heard the young man stammer in front of her but Janine was happy and seemed to go for it.

'Well then, one of us won't be going home alone today,' she thought and smiled.

Katie came back to the table a little later with the drinks in her hand. Mary was already quite drunk by now. She leaned over to her and mumbled to her:

"Annnnnd, you! Do you have any idea how upset I was when I heard you were going with that Detective Reid. I thought you loved Sherlock!" She looked at her with a warning, as good as she could in her condition.

Katie blushed instantly and felt uncomfortable. Then she mumbled on.

"But now I'm happy for you. He is very nice. Will you marry him too?"
But before Katie could say anything, Molly interfered.

"For that she would have to confess her love to him first" she giggled, also slightly drunk.

Katie looked startled at Molly and then at Mary, who sat next to her, pouting but smiling.

"Um, aren't we going dancing?" she said instead, pulling her along. Janine was still standing at the bar, flirting with the bartender.

Katie was glad that the two of them agreed and gradually noticed that they were becoming normal again. The alcohol was literally danced out and sweating. She also honestly didn't want to talk to them about it or have to justify why she hadn't told David she loved him yet. She did not even know herself.

It was now just after midnight when they left the dance floor and went back to their table. Janine had apparently managed to break away from her bartender and was now sipping her drink. She was beaming all over her face when the three women returned. She immediately told them about her flirtation and that they would meet later, after his shift. Katie was about to respond when she was interrupted by the vibrating alarm in her trouser pocket.
Her face lit up as she read the name on the display.

I'm waiting outside the door of the club and have a surprise for you :) David

She apologised briefly to her friends and then left the club. She stood in front of the entrance for a while and looked around. David was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a black limousine car drove up. The doorman at the club said it was for her and she should get in.
Katie was a bit sceptical but she knew David had a surprise for her so she carefully got into the car. Inside, she could see that the passenger cabin was slightly larger and the privacy screen was raised up to the driver's cabin.
She was about to say something when the car started to move.

"Excuse me, but if this is a bride kidnapping, then you have the wrong person" she joked.

"Oh, I don't think so, Ms. Matthews" rang it from the top. The partition wall was half down in the meantime. But since it was dark, she could not see who was sitting there. His voice sounded muffled.

She froze at that name for a moment. Something was wrong. No one knew about it except her friends and Sherlock.

"David? Is that you? What are you doing?" she asked hesitantly.

The driver did not answer.

In panic she then pulled the handles and tried to open the doors. But nothing moved. When she noticed that there was no escape, she let herself fall into the seat and carefully pulled her phone out of her trouser pocket. Always careful to keep her eyes on the partition so he wouldn't notice. She dialled the first number in her call list. It was Mary's. Then she took a deep breath and spoke:

"I think you have me confused with someone else. My name is Wilson, Katie Wilson. Who are you and what do you want from me? Wait, you wrote me that note, didn't you?" she asked in shock.

"You'll find out soon enough, Miss Matthews or Wilson, but right now..."

Katie was hoping Mary would pick up or at least have her voicemail record the message, when suddenly a gas poured into the cabin and she lost consciousness instantly.

She didn't wake up for several hours later. Her arms felt numb and she froze all over. She noticed a strange pressure on her neck. Something was stuck in the right side of her neck. She wanted to reach for it, but her arms could not move. They were tied above her head and hung on a hook.

She was still quite dazed and could only see outlines. It was dark and cold. In front of her she noticed a few things hanging from the ceiling. She couldn't see what it was but they didn't move.

Then she lost consciousness again.