The taxi doors opened right away, and a big man stood near the car until we were safely inside. While the driver sped off, I looked around to see if I could get a glimpse of Sherlock. John noticed me peering out the window, and pulled me into him.
"He'll be fine Emily. He's Sherlock Holmes. If he didn't know what he was doing, he wouldn't have taken that risk."
I nodded and rested my head on John's shoulder. I wrapped Sherlock's coat tighter around me and closed my eyes until the taxi came to a stop. John nudged me, and helped me out of the car.
We were let off in front of huge black gates. They slowly swung open as John and I approached. As we went through the gates, a butler met us. He led us up stone stairs and brought us to a gigantic door that was connected to a mansion. John raised a hand up to knock, but they door opened on its own. John and I walked in, and saw Jim coming towards us.
"Hello my friends! How are you, my darling Emily?" Jim said as he strode towards us.
"I'm alright, thanks. And by the way, your house is beautiful." I said, admiring the vaulted ceilings and ancient tapestries.
"Thank you! It's been passed down through generations. Now, how about I get you and John some tea. I make an excellent brew every time." He said as he walked down a marble hallway. The butler came up to us, and led us to a living room. It was furnished with plush sofas, and a gigantic fireplace. He gestured for us to sit. I sat down on a plush chair while john sat on a sofa near the fireplace. He glanced over at me and gave me the 'im the doctor' look, so I got up and sat next to him. He pulled me closer to him, and rested his chin on my head.
"How are you feeling, Emily?"
"I'm really warm." I said, as I tried to wiggle out of Sherlock's coat. But John wrapped his arms around me, and I couldn't move.
"No, you leave the jacket on. I don't want you to get worse."
I sighed, but I left the jacket on. The butler came back in with Jim, and they set the tea down for us.
"I hope you'll like it!" Jim said as he took his cup and sat down across from us. "Now, we wait for Sherly."
"Where did he go exactly?" I asked, starting to get worried.
" Well, I told him to get the men to chase him, and that a few blacks down there would be a taxi for him. But I told the taxi to leave if Sherlock couldn't lose all the men."
"What!?" I shouted.
"Emily, It had to be done that way. If those men were to track the car, they would come straight here, to you. And we don't want that. I'm sure Sherlock got to the taxi. Although, he should have been here by now…" Jim said as he glanced at his watch.
I felt tears sting in my eyes, and I tried to hold them back. I got up, and ran to another room before I let them spill out. I didn't want Sherlock to get hurt because of me.
I heard footsteps approaching towards me, but I kept my head down. I didn't want John or Jim to see me cry.
"Emily? Emily why are you crying? What happened? It was Jim wasn't it, the bastard." Said a familiar deep voice.
I shot my head up, and I was looking Sherlock straight in the eye.
"Sherlock!" I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Wow, that was unexpected." He said as he hesitantly hugged me back. "Is everything ok?"
"Yea, I just thought…"
"That I was dead?"
"Yes. Exactly." I said, still clinging to him.
Sherlock smiled at me, and wiped the rest of my tears away with his thumb. "It takes a lot to kill me, Emily. But I appreciate the concern. Now where's that scumbag? I need a word with him."
"He's in the living room with John. I'll show you." I said, finally releasing my grip on Sherlock. I walked him back through the hallway, and into the living room. Jim and John's heads snapped up when we entered.
"Damn, I was hoping you wouldn't get out alive. I wanted to have Miss Emily all to myself." Jim said, as he stood up.
"You'll never have her." Sherlock spat back.
I sighed and stepped in between them.
"Stop it, both of you! I don't belong to anyone. Now, can you two get along until people stop trying to kill me?"
"Hmmm, I love it when you get mad." Jim said, pulling my wrist and bringing me into him. I tried to twist away, but his grip was tight.
"Jim, knock it off!" I said, finally breaking away. I went back towards Sherlock who looked like he was ready to kill.
"You know, you're only turning me on more Emily." Jim said, with a sick smile on his face.
I scoffed, and I heard the cock of a gun. Sherlock raised his pistol to Jim's head.
"Sherlock! Put the gun down." I said, trying to pull his arm down.
"Yes Sherlock, put the gun down. Your precious Emily will be very upset if you blow my brains out." Jim said, taking a sip of tea. Sherlock looked down at me, and sighed. He lowered his gun, and went to the far side of the room and sat on a sofa.
I went back to John, who immediately scolded me for walking in the mansion alone. I actually enjoyed the lecture, since I was having my doubts about Jim. When he was done, I pecked him on the cheek.
"Thank you John." I said, smiling. He looked confused, but smiled back. I leaned into him and closed my eyes while Sherlock and Jim bickered about what to do next.