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He ran over to the girl lying on the ground, picked her up and ran out of the door.
"STOP POLICE!" shouted Donovan as she, Lestrade, Anderson and the rest of the force broke into the disused factory. She lowered her gun as she realised it was empty.
"Sir, no one is here..." she said to Lestrade. He had a look of disbelief on his face.
"No, she must be here... Our lead..." he looked down at the floor while rubbing the top of his head. He sighed. She had to be here, it all added up. He began to walk over to the chair in the centre of the room, but stopped when he saw a body.
"Anderson!" he shouted and he came running. They both crouched down to examine the body.
"Shot in the back of the head... So not suicide..." said Anderson after looking at the body for a couple of minutes. "The body's still warm so he was killed pretty recently."
"See we never needed freak to tell us what happened." Donovan smirked. Anderson looked up and a small smile crept on his face. "If he was still alive I bet he would have been behind this too."
Lestrade frowned. He knew Sherlock would have them running after the victim's killer and would have found Marie by now. He knew he wouldn't do something like that. He sighed and tried to think like the deceased detective.
Lestrade looked at the gun in the body's right hand, it had been fired recently. He looked at the direction in which he would have been standing and walked towards the chair. He looked at the ground and saw a small pool of blood.
"She was here!" he shouted, although he knew she would be injured, he was glad to know she had been here and was hopefully still alive. Donovan hurried over.
"How do you know it's her?" she asked, doubt spread on her face.
"I just know..." he said while standing. He saw a small trail of blood leading to another door. He began to follow the trail that left the factory, Anderson and Donovan close behind him. He began to run, he cared about this girl, he didn't know why but she was important to him, but she was like a daughter.
The trail stopped.
His heart sank.
"Got us nowhere after all..." Anderson said as he turned to return to the factory. Donovan followed after giving Lestrade a pitying look.
Lestrade placed his hands on his head and gradually slid them down his face. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He placed his hands on his hips and followed his colleges back into the disused factory.
Her head was pounding. Pain shot up her leg...
Shot...
BANG!
She gasped as she opened her eyes suddenly and tried to sit up, only to find she was too weak and let her body become limp again. Her breathing quickened and looked at the man staring at her. He had a hint of worry in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" he said, still looking at her. She noticed his bare neck and looked down at her leg.
"Your scarf..." she saw the blood stained blue material.
He smirked slightly. "Trust you to worry about my scarf..." she tried to sit up again. "No, stay down. I'm taking you to hospital."
He heard a chuckle come from the girl's lips. The corners of his mouth lifted momentarily.
"What happened?" she asked, realising the last thing she could remember was being in a showdown with Moran.
"You were at gunpoint." he stated while tending to her cut wrist. "Luckily you did a warning shot so I could get in undetected." he swapped wrist and continued. "I shot Moran, he died." he smirked; it was just like how John had saved him on their first case together. "But he fired and hit your leg." he nodded to her leg and she looked down at it.
"Thank you..." she said, her headache turning into a migraine.
"I should be thanking you." she said, looking back at her face. "I've been looking for Moran for weeks..." he said now dabbing at her cut on her temple.
She looked at her surroundings. She realised her head was resting on his lap. She was in a car; it was driving fast, 90, no, 95 miles per hour... She felt dizzy. She closed her eyes again.
She felt pressure on her leg, Sherlock must have been trying to stop the blood...
"Sher..."
She blacked out.
"Marie?" he looked at the girl who had suddenly gone limp in his arms. He automatically reached for her wrist, still dripping with blood.
He sighed of relief. A pulse, but a weak pulse...
He pulled out his phone.
"Molly?"
"Sherlock?" she asked in a hushed tone. "Are you sure this is safe, I mean..."
"Molly, it's Marie. She could die and I need your help." he froze. The last sentence triggered an emotional response from him. He swallowed down the lump in his throat.
"Oh, well..."
"Molly, please..." he said, his voice braking. He hated how weak he was sounding. He tried to correct his voice to sound more normal.
"Okay... Bring her in round the back. I'll be waiting..."
"Thank you."