Sherlock was fuming. Shouting off saying the police were idiots he strode quickly through the halls of the station, intent on collecting his girl and heading home. They'd been out on a bust. The police positive they had a lead and it turned out to be the guys bloody twin! Not the murderer at all!
Striding into the department he stopped in his tracks. Something wasnt right. Observing quickly the other people in the room he deduced a sense of unease. Anderson the idiot, was sneering as always but Sherlock didnt waste his time on the git. Sally Donovan was standing at attention, glaring at Anderson and fearfully at Sherlock. The other underlings were deliberately not looking in his direction. hmm.Stalking to Lestrades office he found the afghan and pillow Emily uses strewn avross the floor. As if she'd left in a hurry.
Lestrade had come up behind him and noticed the tension in the air.
' Donovan!' He snapped out.
' er um yes sir?'
'Care to explain to me whats been going on.'
'Erm well Anderson and the guys were out here chatting and i went to check on Miss Taylor you know, just to make sure she was okay. and I think I accidently left The door open. And well' She looked from Greg to Sherlock and sighed., turning to Sherlock she said.
'fre...Sherlock, they were dicks to her basically. They were ripping into her behind her back about the fact she sleeps on anybody and wherever, I tried to explain about her iron and it being the pregnancy but they ignored me.' Sherlock grimaced, he could imagine what was said. Sally continued.
'Sir, Anderson went way out of line. He said, um, well.
'out with it Donovan!'Lestrade yelled.
'He spoke about my brother didnt he?'Sherlock enquired, remembering the expression on the gits face when he dropped the file off last week to find her curled up on Mycrofts chest. Sally nodded.
'Donovan you have three seconds to tell me what he said before I suspend you with no pay.'Lestrade was angry. He was pissed about the murderers twin and this wasnt helping.
' He bet 10 pound on the fact the babys isnt Sherlocks its actually his brothers. Says she probably takes it from them both at the same time and thats why shes so tired all the time.'
Just as she said this, the git in question strolled in the open office door sniggering. What happened next was all a bit confusing. Sherlock saw red and lunged towards Anderson, only being held back in time because Sally and John had pinned his arms behind his back. But it neednt matter, Lestrade beat him to it. He punched Phillip in the nose with a satisfying crack. Anderson fell to the floor cradling his bloody nose and looked at Lestrade in shock.
'sirb?'
'You pack your things Anderson and get the fuck out of my station. Your fired!
'Bub bub,'
'Get him out of here now!'Lestrade screamed and two underlings hauled him off the floor and out the door.
Sally didnt know what was going on. She knew something horrifying had happened to the foursome at Sherrinford but only Lestrade was privy to details. Obviously it had something to do with the brother aswell or Lestrade wouldnt be so livid. She flinched when he turned a cold stare on her.
'Sally Donovan you are here by suspended for two days without pay. I am appalled that you let this happen. You are supposed to be a sergeant! 'Sally hung her head, tears welling.
' And another thing...'
'No' Sherlock interupted and Sallys head snapped up to stare open mouthed. Lestrade looked just as confused.
'No? but she..'
'Did her best. I Was watching her Greg, she genuinly did try and stop them. She tried to help.' And with that he strolled to the door, putting his hand on her shoulder as he left and murmured a thanks.
Sherlock was pacing. He had rushed back to Bakers street hoping Emily had returned to find the flat empty. Glancing at the clock. 21.30 It had been about 5 hours since anybody had seen her. John had just finished putting Rosie to bed and had come on up to be with him. Finally he pulled his phone put of his pocket and called his brother.
Mycroft had been in the middle of an important Skype call with the Korean Government when Anthea rushed in holding up three fingers, then 2 and then 3. This was a secret code they had developed to say there was a family emergency. Appologising quickly and cutting the call he asked her what happened.
'Its Emily sir, shes missing.'Mycrofts eyes widened and he sprinted out the door faster than he had in a very long time.
Emily could hear voices around her as she came to. Her head was pounding, but she appeared to be laying on something soft like a mattress. Squinting carefully through her closed eyelids she could hear arguing in front of her.
'Mate what the hell were you thinking shes pregnant!'One man yelled, she thought it was the shorter guy.
'Shut up, im in charge, shes my insurance, once i get out of this place she'll be disposed of.'
' Seriously? no way, im not going to allow you to kill a pregnant woman! She didnt bloody do anything. Im letting her go, she can walk back while we make a run for it.' She felt him approach and snapped her eyes shut, trying to keep her breathing as normal and deep as possible as she listened to the movement around her. Feeling him loosen the ropes on her wrists slightly.
Bang!She flinched at the spray of blood suddenly on her face, She could feel it seeping onto her shirt from where the man had fallen on top of her. Trying to stay still and pretend she was still unconscious, She felt the other man haul the dead body off of her. Sherlock please hurry She silently prayed.
It had been three days and Sherlock hadnt slept. He was running on coffee. Pacing back and forth in Lestrades office. He was driving everyone up the wall but they didnt have the heart to tell the consulting dectective to stop. They couldnt imagine what it felt having your pregnant girlfriend missing.
'Fre...Sherlock! Ive found something!' Sally Dovovan hollared, sprinting into the office. Sherlock spun around and stalked forward, taking the Mobile she had stretched out in the hand. Breathing heavily she panted out.
' I.. I found it... By the loading .. bay... out back.' Sherlock didnt wait amn neither did John and Lestrade. Greg only had time to shout a welll done Sally over his shoulder as they followed the only lead they had in days.
Sherlock stood observing the scene, Kneeling on the floor, noticing tire tracks for a small van, probably freshly painted white considering the flecks of paint next to it. Whipping out his phone he told his brother to search any white vans that had left the area at the time Emily had left the station. Within minutes, though it felt like hours Mycroft updated him on a location 20 miles out of London at an abandoned barn. They loaded into the car black car that appeared in front of them, Sally tagging along as she wanted to help. Mycroft was inside, giving orders on his phone to a SWAT team and at the same time strapping a bulletproof vest to his chest.
'Sherlock listen to me.'Sherlock froze and stared at his brother, Mycroft knew he needed to get him to understand.
'Sherlock you cant rush in, my intel tells me this guy has already shot his partner in cold blood, he will not hesitate to shoot her if he catches us. Do you understand?' Sherlock nodded, distracted but knowing it was the truth. He had to do everything to keep them safe.
Emily was tired, and sore, and hungry and thirsty. The kidnapper had given he little bits of water and allowed her to stay on the mattress which was way better than on the floor but she was deaperate to get home. She wanted her Sherlock. She'd felt sick since she woke up that morning, and her head was in agony. She settled down, her tied wrists in front of her and slowly drifted unconscious, she was exhausted.
The three different teams crept through their entrance to the barn. Sally was in Sherlocks team, and for once she didnt care. She felt responsible for the kidnapping and wanted to help in anyway she could. Breathing deeply yet quietly Sally popped her head above a wooden crate. She could just make out the suspect standing over what looked like a mattress. She sucked in a breathe when she saw what, or who was on it. Emily was there lying on her side, her face was hidden but what shocked the officer the most was the amount of blood over the womans chest and arms. She knew the exact moment that Sherlock had got a good look at his girlfriend because he had stormed out with a cry of anguish, dodging bullets shot at him and running like hell in the opposite direction, drawing the suspect away from the young woman. Sally stayed low to the ground and made her way quickly towards Emily, Fearing the worst she reached down to check for a pulse. Feeling a steady heartbeat she let out a breath she didnt know she was holding, feeling around Emilys head she felt a lump on the back, most likely concussion. Putting slight pressure on her baby bump she waited an agonisingly long minute before she felt a tiny tiny kick against her hand.Checking over the rest of her body and realising the blood wasnt hers she jumped up and grabbed her radio.
'Hostage alive but needing medical attention, no life threatening injuries. I repeat, NO life threatening injuries.'
John Watson and Sherlock appeared out of nowhere. John kneeling next to Emilys head taking her pulse and Sherlock staring from a few feet away. He looked like he was going into shock. Sally crawled towards him and held his arm gently, bringing him back to reality.
'Shes safe Sherlock, Lets take her home.' Sherlock looked into Sallys eyes and did something that probably would have paralised the entirety of Scotland Yard.
He hugged her and cried.
Emily woke up to a sterile white room. Eurgh not hospital again! Realising she had an oxygen tube in her nose she tried to pull it out before a gentle hand stopped her. Looking at the owner she was shocked to see Sally Donovan sat next to her. Sally smiled slightly, and Emily couldnt resist smiling back. She was really starting to like this woman. Emily went to speak but Sally shook her head, put her finger to her lips and pointed towards the other side of her bed. Turning she was met with a messy head of curls, one hand clamped round hers and one arm being a headrest for her sleeping boyfriend.
Giggling softly she drifted back to sleep.
She next time she woke up Sally was gone but Mycroft sat in her place reading some reports while drinking tea.
'Anything interesting?'She said, reveling in the fact she had startled The Mycroft Holmes enough that he spat put the tea he had just sipped.
'Ah hello my dear decided to join us in the land of the living have you? its about time I say, I think the entirety of London were sick of hearing your snores.' Emily scoffed but could see the amusement dancing in his eyes.
'Ah well I thought you might have missed me too much.'
Mycroft gaze turned soft, He took her hand, rubbing small circles on the top.
'More than you can inagine my dear.'
