Rose and Klaine learned a lot about Virginia in next few days. She enjoyed drawing, writing, watching T.V. and sleeping. They also learned she had once gotten high, stolen about everything there was worth stealing, had gotten suspended from school more times than she'd like to admit.
Rose thought. "Hey, wait, if you're a thief, can you open locks?"
She looked questionably at her. "Yes, if I had a toothpick."
"A toothpick?"
She nodded sheepishly. "Um, yeah. I open my sister's bedroom a lot to get at her candy."
Klaine looked up hopefully. "Could you unlock the door that keeps us in here?"
Virginia looked thoughtful. Yes, probably. But I'd need time…"
Rose raised her hand. "Ohh, maybe you could try to do it at night. We could escape than."
"It'd be harder to see but yes its sounds like a better option.
Klaine smiled. "O.K. then, I have a plan. Listen closely…"
When two men walked into our prison/bedroom with our dinner, all girls were pleased to see they were serving corn, something easily stuck in teeth.
"Oh, could I please have a toothpick?" asked Virginia pretending to try to get something out of her teeth.
The bigger of the men grunted and left the room and came back several minutes later with one. Virginia thanked him and he left.
It wasn't too many hours later when it got dark and Rose and Klaine encouraged Virginia to start cracking.
The girl seemed to go into a trance listening and moving the toothpick sometimes slowly moving the doorknob to see if she had succeeded yet.
After several minutes of tense silence Virginia smiled and opened the door.
"Let's get out of her!" Rose said starting for the now open door. "I've had enough of Justin Beiber and Darren Criss and Chris Colfer singing Christmas Carols off reruns!"
Virginia caught her arm. "Slow down we need to arm ourselves just in case one of those goons comes up and tries to catch us again."
"With what?"
"With these." She handed out long sharp switch blades.
"Where…" asked Rose staring at hers.
"I took it from one of their pockets. I have to say there not as good as I hoped they would have been but beggars can't be choices'."
Klaine paled slightly. "We won't use these against anybody…"
"Then threaten them, leave it to me to do the actual cutting and slicing and if necessary, killing."
"Hopefully it won't have to come to that." Rose muttered. "Let's go."
Sherlock P.O.V:
Watson and I stood outside the small office building where I understood through certain sources the girls had been taken to.
"Watson, I've planned something for you to do while I sneak in to get the girls."
"And that would be what exactly?" Watson asked.
"I want you to blow up on side of the building."
"That's insane!" he cried. "Even for you!"
"Let me rephrase that. I want you to pretend to blow up the side of the building"
"How?"
"I took a special effects class." He replied simply. "Just light the match on the low explosives. Mostly burning the wallpaper and wood flying. It scares them to death but it won't kill anybody, just chase them out of the building."
"But, what if the girls are left inside and it catches fire?"
"I'll have them out by then. Just get going." Holmes jumped over the wall and disappeared leaving a very disgruntled Watson behind.
Grumbling, Watson snuck through into the building and after much time, finally finding the very wall that he was to "Blow up"."
But just as he lit a match he felt a sudden jerk of his neck and a cold, hard object pressed against your throat and a gruff voice, "Well, look what we have here…"
A/N: I'm sorry ya'll I've been very bad authors… I've been in a very depressed mood lately and though I have been a bit better I did try to do suicide. I'm definitely not proud of it… I'm really better now! Promise.