SHERLOCK POV
My chest felt weird as she let my hand go. I just felt empty without her now. Like she had taken a part of me with her. And now I just felt broken, my chest aching the tiniest bit as I watched her walk down the street. She was my light, the person that seemed to make me feel content. For weeks now she had stayed by my side, not once leaving me, which to me meant that something was rather wrong. She never left me, not even at the flat. She was always around me, constantly helping me with my experiments, and reading in my room as I paced around the room telling her about my cases. She was always there. Not once did she leave. So why would she suddenly up and leave me alone now? Conclusion: something was completely and utterly wrong. I had seen her staring out the window, her eyes glazing over with fear for the slightest moment before returning back to normal. She was scared, of what I didn't know. But she had left because whatever she had seen had made her scared. Which gave me a really bad feeling. Anything could happen to her while she's alone and scared. Nowhere was a safe place for her, nowhere except with me. I couldn't protect her if something happened, and that in turn made me uneasy. Anything could happen to Abrielle. Anything. And I wouldn't be there to help her.
"Sherlock." I heard John state, waving his hand in front of my face, snapping me efficiently out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times, trying to erase all my previous musings, giving John my full attention.
"The label there." He stated, showing me the bottom of a small stone statue, my eyes widening the slightest bit as I stared at the statue in disbelief.
"Yes, I see it."
"Exactly the same as the cipher." John said, watching as he carefully set the statue back in it's place the pair of us slowly walking out of the shop as I realized what the sypher had been all this time.
"It's an ancient number system! Hangzhou." I mumbled aloud, the numbers flashing through my head at a rapid speed as we walked, the smile on my face getting brighter.
"These days, only street traders use it. Those were numbers written on the wall at the bank and at the library. Numbers written in an ancient chinese dialect!" I exclaimed, my voice giddy. This case just got better and better, I couldn't wait to tell Abrielle! She always loved the clever cases, not to mention this was a huge breakthrough in the case we had been working on for weeks. I just couldn't wait to see the smile on her face when I told her we were so close to solving it!
"It's a fifteen! What we thought was the artist's tag – it's a number fifteen and a number one." John stated, somehow working out exactly what the numbers were. I really didn't understand this man that I called my friend. Some days he could be a complete and utter idiot, and others he somehow could figure out the impossible. He was another enigma, just one that I didn't mind being in the dark about. John was a simple person, something that made him completely different from his sister. John had one layer, where Abrielle was layer after layer of confusion. They were two mysteries waiting be solved, but with two completely different levels of difficulty. John was someone who didn't mind being solved, whereas Abrielle completely denied being solved by anyone or anything. She was the forbidden puzzle, and the puzzle I was most adamant about solving. Besides, I never could resist a keep out sign.
"So we've found it, now what do we do?" He questioned, taking me once again from my thoughts on the younger Watson.
"Now we find Abrielle, and tell her." I stated, ready to be back in the presence of the one that made me feel complete. She was out there all alone, and I wanted … needed to change that.
"Where did she tell us she was going?"
"She said she was going to go look around. She could be anywhere." I replied, a bit of worry seeping into my voice. It would take us hours to track her down at this rate! I couldn't wait that long, I needed her now.
"I'll just call her, it will be much easier than trying to find her ourselves." John replied, pulling out his phone and quickly dialing the younger Watson's number as I passed back and forth in slight panic.
"That's weird, she always answers her phone." John stated, hanging up after nothing but the answering machine had answered the phone. I stopped, my pulse quickening. Something was wrong. Not once, not ever did she not pick up her phone when someone was calling her. She always picked up her phone, not matter where she was at the time or what she was doing. Her phone was her life. It was something that she always definitely had on her which could only mean one thing. Abrielle was not safe. I walked around, my eyes observing everything as I desperately began searching for any sign of Abrielle. Logically speaking, her gait was rather quick, however she was distracted and scared of something which meant she wouldn't get that far in the amount of time it took us to leave the shop. That being said, the furthest she would walk was most likely right where we were right now, which did mean that something had happened. I walked closer to a fence, my eyes spotting small drops of blood that had recently dried to the top. I followed the splatter pattern, my eyes scanning for anything out of the ordinary until they landed on a small shiny object reflecting out of the garbage. I bent down, grabbing the object and inspecting it, confirming all of my worst fears.
"She's not answering, because she isn't here." I explained, grasping the phone tightly in my hands as if trying to hold on to the last piece of Abrielle.
"What do you mean, not here?"
"I mean, she's not here because Abrielle has been kidnapped." I stated, my voice breaking as my chest heaved in pain. Something had happened to Abrielle. Someone she feared had taken her, and it was all because I had let her leave my side. I could have saved her, if I was with her she wouldn't have even been taken. But I wasn't with her. I had decided to stay behind in the shop, and now I may never be able to see her ever again because of it.
"Kidnapped?! My little sister was kidnapped!" John screamed, his eyes widening as he had a full on panic attack. I needed to save her, I needed to get her back, if not for my sake then for John's. She was one of the only things he had left, and to be perfectly honest I think he would die without her. I needed to rescue Abrielle Watson. I needed to do what I do best, I needed to be a solve the case and save the victim, and that's exactly what I was going to do.
"Yes, and I promise with everything I have that I'll find her." I stated, quickly proceeding to run as fast as I could back to the flat. Abrielle Watson, someone I cared very deeply about was gone, I needed to accept that. She was gone. She wouldn't be back at the flat mixing tea for my evening experiment, or laying upside down on my bed as I told her about cases I had solved in the past. She wouldn't be there laughing at me as I inevitably mistaken one chemical for another, or screaming at me for accidentally blowing up the kitchen. She was really gone, and now I'd have to get her back quickly. I couldn't last a few minutes without her let alone days. She was the other piece of me. Someone that understood what I was saying without even saying anything. Someone that knew exactly how to make me happy when I was down. Someone that was interested in my past cases, and someone that could correct me without any consequences. Without her I felt torn apart, like I had no reason to live. She was my reason for being alive, my reason to be me. And now she was gone.
