Hey guys! Merry Christmas! This chapter was a bit difficult for me to writebut I hope you enjoy it!
Sally staggered forward, knelt beside Anderson's body, and took one of his hands in hers. She, unlike John, Lestrade and I, had a connection with Anderson that I had detected from the very beginning. Don't screw this up, Sherlock. I thought. Just remember the five stages of grief. "I can't believe he's gone." She mumbled. Stage one: denial. I hesitantly put a hand on her shoulder. "He wanted me to tell you goodbye." I said, just loud enough for her to hear me. I then realized that I was getting Anderson's blood all over her shoulder. "I'll pay for your dry cleaning." I said, removing my hand.
I took off my coat, put it under Anderson's head to replace my lap, and went to stand with John and Lestrade, both of whom had hard expressions. We stood in silence for a few minutes before Lestrade finally spoke. "I should call and tell everyone else." He said. He took one last look at Anderson's body before taking out his mobile and walking around the corner.
In minutes there were cars and a couple ambulances on the street. Anderson's body was taken away, Molly came for what people call "emotional support", and I was given another shock blanket. I was beginning to enjoy those blankets. I was walking with John and Molly when Donovan stormed up to me and planted her fist on my nose. "Sally, what are you-?" Molly began before being pushed to the side. "This is all your fault, Sherlock Holmes!" Donovan yelled. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't made him stay behind!" Stage two: anger. I regained my balance before replying calmly. "I understand that you're upset but dont forget that you're not the only one that lost someone today." I said, earning myself a black eye. Long story short, I refused to fight back and by the time they got Donovan off me I had a broken nose, a black eye, and possibly a broken rib. Despite all this, I couldn't do anything but worry about Vincent.
Vincent POV
I opened my eyes and looked around. I didn't recognize anything but I could tell by the sound of cars outside that I was still in the city. I was gagged and tied to a chair in a windowless, dimly lit room. Suddenly, footsteps echoed throughout the building. "Hello Vincent." Someone said. "Long time no see." I tried to say something in response but the gag made that impossible; he seemed to get the message though. "You don't remember me?" He asked innocently, still out of sight. "We were friends once, before the incident 21 years ago." I suddenly realized who it was. I managed to work the gag out of my mouth. "Jim?" I called out. "Is that you, mate?" He stepped out of the shadows, grinning widely like he used to. Despite my current situation, I couldn't help but smile at my old friend. "You do realize that you could have just called, right Jim?" I asked jokingly. "Can you please untie me? We have a lot of catching up to do." Jim shook his head. "No can do, Vin." He said. "You see, since you left, Sherlock and I have had a bit of a feud between us. Long story short, I want to destroy him slowly and painfully." By this point he was close enough to brush his hand against my knee. I squirmed uncomfortably, remembering what it normally ment when people got that close. He walked behind me as he continued to speak. "I remember how he began to crumble after the incident. He was never the same afterwards. He never told anyone but after you told him what they did to you he cried himself to sleep. Every time you were mentioned; every time he thought about what you went through was like a stab in the heart." Jim bent over so I could feel his breath on my ear. "Imagine what would happen if he witnessed it." He whispered, sending a chill down my spine.
He untied the ropes as four red dots appeared on my chest. "I don't think I need to explain the stakes right now. You were always bright, Vin." Jim said as he came to face me. He put a finger beneath my chin and led me to my feet. "Now follow me and don't try anything sneaky." He said as he lead the way out of the room. "I have a room all set up for you and Sherlock. Perhaps we could also invite Mycroft and some of your friends! I really want to meet that little girl of yours." That's when I snapped. "Listen to me, Jim." I growled. "You so much go near Kyra and I swear I'll kill you." Jim smirked. "I was kinda hoping that you would say that." He said. "Now come on, Vin. I want to get you settled before we get the others." I reluctantly followed, afraid that I had just made things worse for Kyra.
Jim lead me into a room, took out a pistol, and aimed it at my head. Trying to run or disarm him would get me a bullet in my face. I looked around and saw objects that would be completely foreign to most people. Sadly, I dont fit into the category of 'most people'. I recognized things used for toucher in some countries such as the tiger bench, a box used in Syria, and the cat o' nine tails. There were also two chains on the wall with cuffs on the ends. "Why are there five benches?" I asked. "Because your friends are each going to need a place to sit." Jim replied. I never should have come back. I thought as I looked on in horror. Sherlock, Im sorry.