Sarah walked through the door of her flat shrugging of her damp jacket. It had been raining. Not to hard but hard enough for her to get wet. Finally she looked around the living room wondering if Sherlock was back from his case yet. There standing between the two arm chairs was a man. "W-who are" Sarah felt a wave of terror wash through her as a cloth went over her nose and mouth. She gasped and tried desperately to provide air to her lungs, but to no avail. The room faded around her and everything went dark.
As soon as Sherlock walked into the flat he knew something was wrong. "SARAH!" he yelled knowing no one would answer "SARAH WILLIAMS!" he felt a twang of panic.
"Shut up, you sniveling twit!" The large man raised his hand. Sarah flinched away, no use. He back handed her; she felt the ring on his middle finger slice at her cheek once again. She bit her lower lip to hold back her tears. "Now tell me… Where is Sherlock Holmes?" he slowed down the words for her. She glared up and the horrible "I told you. I DON'T KNOW!" she spat at him. He rolled his eyes and leaned so close to her she could smell his awful breath "Tell me where you boyfriend is you little BIT-!" he was cut off. "Well I wouldn't call myself her boyfriend …" he walked slowly out of the shadows. Sarah's eyes lit up and she grinned, "Sherlock!" She said in a breathy whisper. He gave her a crooked smile, suddenly he stopped and his face paled. She felt something cold and mettle press to her temple. She knew what it was the second it was placed there.
Sarah closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. A single tear fell from her eyes. There were several loud noises. Sarah couldn't open her eyes.
"SARAH!" Sherlock screamed. Lestrade had burst in the warehouse and shoot Sarah's kidnaper. But he had shoot Sarah while he fell. Sherlock ran to Sarah clutching her to his chest as blood pooled from her stomach "Sarah." His voice was strangled "Oh, my sweet Sarah." His voice cracked "I-I'm so, so sorry." He was crying and she was dying.
/Sorry really short/