Bomber
"Pick up, damn you!" He growled. His ears picked up on the sound of the call connecting and he pressed the phone harder against his ear.
"Hello?"
"Madeline! Get out of 221B, get out of there now! He may be in the flat!" Sherlock ordered. There was a short pause before his heart stopped.
"Gotcha. You've reached the voicemail of Madeline Carver. I'm sorry I can't get to the phone right now; but if you-"Sherlock scowled and hung up, then redialed. The voicemail fooled him once more before he gave in and dialed Mycroft's number.
"Ah, Shirley. How is-"
"I want a bomb squad at 221B right now!" Sherlock shouted, "Round up anyone and everyone available and send it to Baker Street!" He didn't wait for his brother to respond, he hung up and raced around the corner. To his surprise, nothing was on fire and none of the windows were broken. From the street, it appeared that nothing was awry; but Sherlock wasted no time in believing that. He dashed up the stairs and farther into the Baker Street flats, then skidded to a halt when he saw that the door to 221B was ajar.
"Madeline!" He kicked the door farther open and rushed in, only to be greeted by Madeline furiously quieting him with a hand over his mouth.
"Amy is asleep!" She hissed, jerking her head behind her to indicate the child snoozing on the couch. Sherlock shook her hand off and stepped into the flat cautiously.
"There⦠was a bomb. And an assassin." He said. He could feel how flimsy and weak his words sounded; but his fears were reaffirmed when Madeline's eyes darkened.
"There was." She pulled the detective into the kitchen and showed him the slumped over man tied to one of the kitchen chairs with multiple tea towels. He was groaning and moving slightly, but still unconscious.
"I hit him with the candle holder." Madeline said quietly. "He was waiting when we came in."
"Did he hurt you?" Sherlock asked urgently. He slid his thumbs over her wrists methodically and swept her with his eyes to check for cuts or bruises. Madeline shook her head.
"I banged my hip on the table because I ducked with Amy in my arms to avoid him; but that's the worst of it." She assured him. "We're okay."
