Thank you for your request blackdragon157.
The request was for a angst piece where Calliah needs Sherlock to save her.
This is in between Chapter 25 and 26. It is in between the Hounds and the Fall
Stupid, Stupid Sherlock! I thought as the conveyor belt moved my body closer to the machine that was going to kill me. I knew I should have stayed in bed today, but no! Sherlock needed me to help him with a case since John was with ones of his girlfriends. I was going to die and it was all Sherlock's stupid fault.
*two hours earlier*
I was sitting in Mycroft's and my bed, typing out a report on my computer, when Sherlock walks in, shuts my computer, and pulls me off of the bed. "Get dressed. Something that you can run around in."
"What the hell are you doing and talking about?" I ask and pull away from him. "I am not going anywhere today."
"Yes you are. I need your help in a case." Sherlock says and goes into my closet. He comes out with a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a Ravenclaw tee. "Put this on and meet me in the living room." He trusts the clothes in my arms and leaves the room.
I sigh and reluctantly put on the clothes. "I wanted a nice peaceful day, but do I get that? No. I am bombarded with Sherlock and made to leave my room." I mutter to myself and go to the living room. Sherlock is sitting on the couch. I look around for Mycroft, maybe he could get me out of this mess.
"He isn't here. He is at his office." Sherlock says and comes over to me. "John is with a girlfriend and refuses to leave so I need you to help me and be my Watson."
"So I am just a second pick." I say and cross my arms. Sherlock looks down and bites his lip. "Third?" I ask and Sherlock shakes his head. "Fifth?"
"Sixth. I asked Molly, Lestrade, and two of my homeless helpers first." Sherlock explains.
"Sixth? Wow." I say and turn back to my bedroom.
Sherlock stops me and pushes me out the door. "No I need someone to help me and it's going to be you. I won't take no for an answer."
"No." I say and try to break free.
Sherlock pushes me into the cab that was waiting in front of the house and gets in behind me. I try to open the door on the other side and see that it is locked. I unlock it and try to get out but the door wouldn't open. "It is child locked. I need you to help me."
I sigh and sit back. "What is the case?"
"There has been a number of deaths in some of the abattoirs around London and Lestrade needs me to help him find out who is doing it." Sherlock says.
"So where are we heading to?" I ask and look at him.
"There was a death earlier today so we are heading to the abattoirs." Sherlock says. I frown and look ahead. I hated abattoirs and really didn't want to go to one.
Almost an hour later, we arrive at John Knight (Animal Byproducts) Abattoirs. It didn't look creepy but animals came here to die so it was creepy enough to me. Sherlock and I get out of and go into the building. As soon as we walk in, the smell of flesh and blood hit me. I gag and turn away. Sherlock looks at me and frowns. "Aren't you effected by the smell?" I ask as I pull my shirt to my nose. It didn't really help though.
"What smell?" He asks and looks at me weird.
"Flesh and blood. That is all I smell." I say.
He shakes his head and keeps walking. I pitch my nose and follow him. We go to Lestrade and he smirks at me. "Don't like the smell Miss Mullen?"
I glare at him as Sherlock looks around. "Where did it happen?"
Lestrade walks over to a huge machine. "This machine is the one that chops things up into squares. The victim was strapped on the conveyor belt and chopped to bites." He explains.
My eyes go wide and I try to not think of the victim or the machine. I calm myself down and look at Sherlock. "Is this how the other victims died too?"
"Yes. They have all died in this way but at different abattoirs." Lestrade says.
"Okay. Calliah and I will take a look around to see if the killer has left any clues." Sherlock says and we walk away. "So what do you think?"
"I think that is a terrible way to go. I hope that they were asleep or already dead for it." I say and cross my arms.
"Do you think anything of the killer by killing in this way?" Sherlock asks.
"No. I think he is an awful person and should be caught." I say. I hear Sherlock sigh and look up to see him shake his head. "What?"
"You are missing everything. Why does Mycroft waste his time with you?" Sherlock says and walks off.
I sigh and move to the side of the building. Sherlock didn't even really want me on this case. He asked five other people before me so why did he even bring me. I'm not smart like him and I can't do anything medically since the bodies aren't really together anymore. I lean against the building and close my eyes. I felt a poke in the neck and felt myself go into a sleep.
All I see when I come to is a ceiling. I try to move but can't. I look around and see that I am tied up to a conveyor belt. "Shit." I say and try to move to I can get untied.
"Don't try. Save your energy." I hear to my right and look over to see a man in a wife beater shirt and dark jeans. He smiles and walks over to me. "Hello Calliah Mullen or is it Adler again?"
"Mullen still." I say and try to see if I could get out in any way.
"I'm Shinwell Johnson, but you can call me Porky." He says and smiles. "I use to work for Sherlock before you and John took him from me."
"Took him? I didn't take him from anyone." I say.
"You two took him from me, but once you are dead, I will find Mr. Watson and kill him. Once you two are out of the way, Sherlock will come back to me." He says and laughs.
"Okay, you are psychotic, but if you let me out, I will talk to Sherlock for you and I will get out of the way." I try to reason with him.
"NO!" He yells. He takes some deep breaths and walks over and kneels by my head. "You have to die for taking him from me. I have to get rid of you two. I have to." He gets up and starts to walk out. "Shame that you have to die. Mycroft and you were cute together." He presses a button and leaves the room.
The belt starts moving and I look at the machine. It was the one that cuts you into squares. "Help!" I start yelling. "Oh god. I'm going to die." I lay my head down and start to cry. "Stupid Sherlock!" I feel the heat of the machine on my feet and know that I will be dead soon. I close my eyes and wait for the machine to kill me. I get under the blade and am about to be killed when the machine is shut off. "Holy shit." I say and try to see who turned the machine off. "Hello?"
"Calliah? Are you okay?" I hear Sherlock yell and hear him running towards the machine. He looks in and smiles at me. "Calliah."
I start crying more. "I'm okay, but please get me out of here."
"I'm on it." He says and touches my head softly and runs off.
John moved his head in and smiles at me. "Hey Calliah."
"John." I say and smile at him. "Are you safe?"
"I'm fine Calliah. I came here with Sherlock." John explains and I nod. I needed a break off of cased after this.
I was removed from the machine and Sherlock and John brought me home. I lay on the couch and Sherlock sits by my head. "Why was he after me and John? Why did he kill those others if he wants just me and John?" John sits on the other end of me and places my feet in his lap.
Sherlock moves my head on his lap and plays with my hair. "He knew I would be called to the case soon and he knew that I would bring you two. He just had to wait and plan his time well."
I nod and close my eyes. "What happened to him?"
"John shot him. He was getting away and needed to be stopped." Sherlock explains. I nod and look at John.
"Thank you both for saving me… again." I say and smile softly at my boys.
"You will probably need saving in the next case too so." Sherlock says and shrugs.
John and I laugh and nod. "Probably."
Hope that is good blackdragon157.
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