I've only had the chance to read this through once, so if spelling/punctuation is worse than usual, I am sorry.

ANOTHER QUICK QUESTION: I don't want to go from the ending of one episode straight to the next one, so I'm going to attempt to write one or two filler chapters in between. But I wondered if you guys want me to write some events that happened in Emily's childhood with Jim and Seb? What do you think? Maybe one after each episode as well as a filler chapter? Let me know?

I figured the Jim would have some sort of way to keep track of his escapes from boredom, so let's just imagine her has a listening device in the cab for the first part of this chapter.

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He was a dead man.

He had been as soon as he had spoken those words that threatened Emily.

He hadn't even told him about her. He hadn't thought he would have needed to, hadn't realised that she would get wrapped up in his plans to escape boredom.

But she had. And now, the man who he was paying, who had become a part of his games, (was his name Jeff? He didn't know and neither did he much care), had threatened to hurt her if she went anywhere near him.

Even if he had been bluffing, he would not stand for that. He would make sure that Jeff would meet his end before that Aneurism could do anything else to him.

But first he had to wait. First, he wanted to see how things played out with the great Sherlock Holmes. Then and only then, would he make sure that Jeff would never drive a taxi again.

Emily was nervously biting her lip. She couldn't help it. It was either that or she tapped her foot on the floor and she would rather not annoy John at that moment in time. She refreshed the search on Jennifer's phone for the third time since they had entered the cab. And for the third time, the same result showed: The phone hadn't changed location.

John was beside her, watching the screen with his phone pressed to his ear in an attempt to contact Lestrade. His attempts were futile however, as the man was just not picking up.

"He's not answering." John shook his head with a deep sigh and tried again. Emily tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear as she turned her attention back to the laptop.

"Right here please." Emily spoke up to the driver. She looked out the window as the driver followed her instructions.

"Hello?" John now spoke up from beside her. ""Yes. It's John Watson. Is Detective Inspector Lestrade there?" He was quite a moment as whoever was on the other end of the line spoke back. "No, Detective Inspector Lestrade. I need to speak to him. It's important. It's an emergency!"

Emily, now too busy watching John get agitated on the phone didn't realise they needed to take another turning. Luckily John did. "Left here, please. Left here." Emily immediately turned her head back to look at the screen as John carried on his attempt to contact Lestrade. But he didn't have long. They were almost at their destination.

"We're here." John stated from beside her. His phone was now back in his pocket. She could only assume his attempts had finally become successful.

John paid the driver as Emily climbed out of the cab, looking at the sight before her. It took a moment for John to stand beside her, the laptop safely tucked away in his jacket. "Roland-Kerr Further Education College. But which one?" She questioned, her eyes darting from one to the other.

For Emily this was a rather daunting sight. She had never gone to college, or to a school that looked as posh as this. This was not a feeling she should have been experiencing at this age. It should have been something she had felt in her teenage years. But nevertheless, she felt it: Fear.

Something she had grown accustomed to when she was little and she had to go to bed. The nightmares of the boy in the pool visited her most nights back then. She had eventually grown out of them though, and had not missed the feeling of being afraid. But now, standing before the rather ominous buildings in front of her, it hit her like a ton of bricks. Although wether it was because she missed out on college in her teen years (as silly as that sounded) or because Sherlock was in one of them and was possibly in the company of a serial killer, she did not know.

"We'll have to check them both out I suppose." John broke her form her thoughts. Emily nodded, more out of appreciation than agreement. If she was thinking about finding Sherlock, she wasn't thinking about him being harmed.

"Ok. You take that one. I'll take this one." But before she could even move, John had grabbed hold of her wrist.

"We're not splitting up." He informed her rather sternly.

"Why not?"

"Because if the killer is in there, you could get hurt."

"But just because we'd be together doesn't mean I won't get hurt anyway." She tried to move but John was having none of that.

"We're not separating and that's final." With that, John took off towards the building on the left, dragging Emily with him. She should have felt gratitude to the fact that John didn't want her running about on her own, possibly getting hurt, but instead she felt a little annoyed. Surely they would find Sherlock quicker if they split up?

As soon as they were in the building, John let go of her, but kept her in sight. The two of them began to look through the windows of doors and opening any door that happened to be unlocked. Emily's heart rate sped up each time she found one of those, and her feeling of annoyance quickly turned into relief that she had stayed with John.

"Upstairs." John said as they met at the bottom of a set of stairs.

They were met with the sight of a rather long looking corridor.

"Sherlock?" They both shouted at the doors. Emily walking quickly down one side, while John took the other. "Sherlock!"

"I never knew these places could be so big." Emily spoke up from her side of the corridor, slightly in awe of her surroundings, half comforted that she never had attended college as they came across another corridor. "Sherlock!" She shouted to another locked door.

John gently took hold of her hand and ran with her down yet another corridor and up some stairs. He paused for a second before deciding which direction to turn. "This way."

'This way' took them down a brightly lit corridor that looked somewhat spooky in its empty state. But Emily was quickly losing her breath. She let go of Johns hand and paused to catch her breath. When John stopped and looked back at her she only waved him away, silently telling him she would catch up soon enough.

He nodded in understanding and carried on his way, bursting through the double doors ahead of him. Emily leant against the wall and tried to calm her erratic heartbeat.

What were the symptoms of asthma? She thought to herself. She should probably google that when she got home.

"SHERLOCK!" At the sound of John's urgent shout, she sprinted down the rest of the corridor, to where she thought the shout had come from.

She bumped into John's back a moment later and didn't need to ask what he was shouting at.

There, out the window, across the courtyard and in through the window opposite them was Sherlock, his back facing towards them, the man facing them not noticing them at all.

"Oh my god." Emily breathed from her spot. Neither of them were able to help.

She watched in silent horror as the man facing them talked to Sherlock though what he was saying she had no idea. She was fairly sure she didn't want to know either.

The next thing she knew, she was jumping out of her skin and the man opposite had fallen to the ground. She slowly turned her head to look at John. His pistol still raised and aimed out of the window. After a few seconds, he lowered the gun to his side and faced Emily.

"We need to go. Now." He told her urgently. Without so much as a warning, he took hold of her arm and pushed her towards the doors they had entered moments before. She didn't look back, only allowed the man behind her to guide her away.

The journey outside, felt considerably shorter than the journey to find Sherlock.

As the police cars started to arrive, Emily and John exited the second building, no one noticing them as they stuck to the shadows.

"The gun." Emily spoke up, grabbing John's attention away from the parking vehicles.

"What about it?" He replied.

"That's why we went back to your flat isn't it?" She never took her gaze away from the cars as she asked. She hadn't actually needed to ask, she already knew the answer.

It was only when from the corner of her eye she spotted Sherlock leaving the other building that she looked at John.

He was smiling at her. He knew he didn't need to answer, but he did anyway. "Well. I thought it might come in handy at some point. You never know." Instead of responding however, she merely bumped her shoulder against his and beamed. He offered her his arm and after taking it, the two made their way towards an ambulance that currently contained the man John had just saved.

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