Plans

I woke up a while later, still wrapped in John's arms. The only sound was John's breathing, and the crackling of the fire. I careened my neck around, and saw that Jim and Sherlock were both gone. I shook John awake.

"John, where'd Sherlock and Jim go?"

"They went in the other room. But they aren't fighting. Once they saw you with me, they shut up about 'owning' you." He said, giving me a smile. I gave a shy smile back, and got up to check on Sherlock and Jim. John followed close behind me, and his hand grazed the small of my back as I walked.

We came to the room, which had a large marble table in it that separated Jim and Sherlock. They stood across from each other, and were talking about plans when John and I entered.

"Good afternoon, my princess. Did you have a nice nap?" Jim asked, giving me a cheesy smile.

"Yes, it was fine." I said back with a glare. "What's going on?" I demanded, walking up to Sherlock's side of the table.

"Well, a little bird told me that the man who wants to kill you, knows that you're here. He has his men watching my house now. No thanks to Sherlock." Jim said, glancing at Sherlock. "So, you need to leave."

"What? But I'll never make it! They'll kill me!" I declared, looking at John for help.

"Don't be so dramatic, princess. They won't kill you here. Not with so many witnesses. They want you alone, and that's exactly what they'll get." Jim said as he grabbed more tea.

"You're just going to let them kill me!?"

"Oh no darling! I would never do that to such a beautiful woman. We're going to let them think that they can kill you. You'll lead them away from my precious mansion, and into a deserted warehouse. They'll think that you got lost, and try to kill you, but my men and I will beat them to it! You'll be perfectly fine!" Jim exclaimed.

"Absolutely not! They are so many things that could go wrong with this." John chimed in.

"Oh, stop it John. The worst that could happen is that she dies. We'll all get over it after a few sessions of grief therapy. It'll be fine!" Jim said, as he downed another cup of tea.

"Jim, this is in-"

"John, shut up." Sherlock said sharply. "Jim is right, Emily will be fine. I'll be following close behind her. I won't let anything happen." Sherlock said, turning to me.

"Sherlock, this isn't a game! This is someone's life we're talking about. What if they attack her before she reaches the warehouse? You won't be able to take them all. She'll die!" John said.

Sherlock was silent for a moment before he spoke up.

"Jim, get your men at the warehouse. Emily, get ready to walk a few miles. And John, say your goodbyes."

Sherlock briskly walked away with Jim, and left John and I speechless.

"I can't believe… I…" I was speechless. I couldn't understand why Sherlock would agree to this. John was right; they could attack me whenever they want. I felt tears welling up, and panic constricting me.

"Emily…" John said, bringing his hands to my face. "Emily, please don't cry. Sherlock will be with you. He knows what he's doing. I don't like the danger that he's putting you in, but I trust him. And I'll make sure I'm with Jim. I'll watch everything that he does. I promise." He said as he kissed my forehead. I slowly nodded, and pulled John closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back as if we'd never see each other again. His kiss cleared my mind, and numbed the panic. But It ended when I was violently jerked away by Sherlock. He took me by my arm, and dragged me out into the pouring rain. I turned back to John who saw the pain in my eyes.

"You'll be ok, Emily." John said, tearing up. Jim shut the doors behind us, and left Sherlock and I to fend on our own. I quickly pulled my arm away from Sherlock, and walked ahead. I was ready to head towards the warehouse.

"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" Sherlock asked as he came beside me.

"I'm walking to the warehouse, like I was told. And shouldn't you be 10 yards behind me?" I asked, stepping up my pace. Sherlock walked in perfect stride next to me.

"Emily, don't be stupid." He said, pulling my arm. "I'm not leaving you alone until you calm down."

"Yea, because I'm going to be calm when there are twenty men with guns pointed at us. I'm as calm as I'm gonna get."

"I'm here. Nothing is going to happen. You'll be back with John before you know it. That's all you care about anyways." He said, releasing his grip.

"You are so stupid sometimes." I said, glaring at him.

"Me? Stupid? You must be joking."

"No, you are stupid. You think that I only care about John and myself. But you don't realize how much I care about you. I don't care if I die. Let this man kill me. But I don't want you or John to get hurt because of me."

I turned away from him and jogged ahead before he could say anything. I put a good distance between us, and when I turned around, he was gone. I let out a sigh of relief, and continued for the warehouse.