AN- TRIGGER WARNING IN THIS CHAPTER, SKIP IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ IT.As the summer months drew to a close and it started getting dark early Sherlock had taken to meeting Sophie after work and walking her home. Despite knowing he had his homeless network looking out for her he didn't like the thought of her walking home alone, even with Mycroft security cameras following her. However today he wasn't able to make it. There had been a bombing in the parliament and he was working flat out with Mycroft to try and solve the crime. Sending a quick text off to Sophie telling her to stay at work and he would get there ad soon as he could he continued to analyse the different people who had beennin the building. Little did he know he had practically pushed her into trouble.

Sophie was getting ready to leave when she received Sherlocks text. she had been aware of the being, it's all anybody had been talking about today so knew he would be a little while. It was already dark, and she didn't feel like getting a cab home ad the traffic would be murder with all the redirections in place. leaving her phone in her bag behind the desk she made her way down the aisles and decided to start organising the books that had come in today. She was confident in her job role now, she and Cathy got along like a house on fire and worked like a well oiled machine. They did most of the tasks together before Cathy would leave at 4pm and go home to her grandchildren. Then she Sophie, would tidy up and make sure all the returned books were back in their rightful places.

It was cold this evening and she shivered, being late November the big building didn't hold much heat. Pulling her jumper closer and walked off towards the back of the building, She had already locked up and was really just pottering about until Sherlock collected her.

She didn't noticed the hand shoot out from behind a bookshelf and clamp a piece of cloth over her mouth and nose. She struggled, kicking out but the hands were much stronger and bigger than her, her vision faded and she fell into darkness.

Something didn't feel right and it frustrated Sherlock to no end. He didnt like the feeling, his heart was tugging at him but she couldnt fathom why. He was distracted Lestrade could tell, but he didn't know how to calm the irate Detective. Deciding to just plow on with the work he watched as Anthea rushed up to Mycroft and Sherlock and whisper in their ears before they both sprinted out of the door and into the car waiting for them. Zooming off into the distance, Greg had an uneasy feeling in his stomach but turned back to continue writing his report.

Sherlock and Mycroft were on edge, Anthea was on her phone telling the driver to step on it but no matter which route he took he kept getting stuck in traffic. Sherlock knew something was wrong, and when Anthea had rushed to them and told them the lights at the library had gone out and Sophie hadn't emerged at all he knew she was in trouble. Getting angry at the crawling pace, he flung open the door and started sprinting down alleyways and over rooftops to get there faster. Mycroft would make sure the proper people would come. He had to get to Sophie!

Sophie came to slowly, her head pounding and a trickle of blood running over her left eye let her know she had hit her head. The next thing she deduced was that she was I'm the back office of the Library, The managers office. She stiffened, she didn't know he was still here he'd been hanging around all day but she hadn't seen him since Cathy left, assuming he had gone too. Craning her neck and trying she move her hands she realised she was tied up against the desk leg. her scream came out muffled with the gag in her mouth. He stood over her, that creepy smile he always had on his face. He kicked her I'm the stomach and wacked her round the head with a book. She knew no more.

Sherlock finally reached the library, knowing she would have locked the doors by now he jumped up to the roof at the top window that was always left open. Nobody knew this window was here, and that it never really locked. Jumping down quiet as a mouse he heard a bang coming from one of the offices. Taking out the gun he had swiped from Lestrade he crept down the narrow hallway. He heard whimpering and muffled crying. Sophie!! his brain screamed. He kicked open the door, gun held aloft and almost shot there and then when his eyes adjusted.

Sophie slowly opened her eyes, She was in pain, her side was in agony and her head felt like it had been bashed against a wall. She could still see Tim standing above her, but now he had his member out and was stroking it. He knelt beside her and ripped her blouse off. Using a pair of scissors off his desk, he cut her skirt up to her hips and ripped that away as well. Stroking his member, pumping it faster and faster she whimpered, he was going to rape her and there was nothing she could do. She kicked out and hit his chair, making it fall to the ground. He slapped her, grabbed her hips and was about to thrust inside her when.. BANG!!

BANG..

Sherlock flew across the room and started fighting with Tim, punching him and kicking him in his groin. Tim doubled over in pain and lay panting on the floor unable to move. Sherlock could hear sirens in the distance,Mycroft was almost here.

Knowing he wasn't about to be snuck up on he turned to Sophie, She had her eyes screwed tightly, tears dribbling down her cheeks and muffled sobs making their way past the gag. He crept towards her as he heard bangs coming from the front doors, not wanting to startle her he reached out to untie her hands. He wasnt expecting her to kick out and start thrashing against him. Knowing she didn't know it was him he spoke quietly, stroking her hair.

'Sophie it's alright, It's me Sherlock, I'm here, your safe.' She slowed down and opened her eyes, tears still flowing freely down her cheeks. He untied her and she launched herself at him, curling herself into him and crying into his neck he hesitantly curled his arms round her and held her tight. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't kicked the door down when he had. Taking off his coat and wrapping it round her he held her close, listening to the sounds of Mycrofts men making thier way through the building. She was calming down and appeared to be falling asleep. He wasn't sure though, Her breathing was becoming shallow.

' Sophie, wake up'He patted her cheek but got no response. He was worried now, what had that bastard done to her!

'Soph, come on, wake up!'standing abruptly as the swat team burst in he rushed out behind them and down the hall to the front steps. Seeing his brother pull up with a bulletproof vest he sprinted towards him. Mycroft didn't need to know what happened He could deduce what almost did by seeing Sherlocks coat wrapped around the woman he knew his brother was falling for. What he didnt expect was to see blood trailing down and soaking Sherlock's crisp white shirt. without pausing, he threw open the door for Sherlock to climb in with her, got into the front seat himself and zoomed off for the hospital, calling Anthea in his ear to get a private room ready.