Trouble
A/n: again, I'm sorry for the long wait, it took a long time to perfect the next few chapters and I guess that's why. So I just hope it's worth it now, right?
So enjoy xxx
SH
"So we know the bullet came in from an angle, and that should tell us the area from where the shot came from. Have you checked the CCTV footage?" I asked Lestrade, as we headed to the police car. He ran a hand through his hair, "no not yet, I got some people checking now, but I don't think they have anything. At least not now,"
"Keep checking," I said quietly, my mind racing ahead. The most important thing that I needed to do was check the other bodies, and see if there were similar bruisings on them, though I failed to understand how everyone, including me, had missed them the first time around. Though I had only been going on pictures. Lestrade had actually seen the bodies. Disgusting really, how such incompetence could be ignored so easily. I shook my head slightly.
"What is it?" Lestrade had noticed that at least. I rolled my eyes.
"Nothing, I need to see the bodies, I'm waiting for her reply…" I trailed off slightly, realising that John still had my phone.
And that he was no -where near me, not like he usually was. I checked over my shoulder. What?
"Who's reply?" Lestrade was asking, as I ground to a halt. I shook my head, hand out to stop him talking. John wasn't behind me. He wasn't anywhere.
He had definitely followed me hadn't he? I'd checked before, and he'd been walking, albeit slowly, but definitely following.
But now, he was no where to be seen.
"Have you seen John?" I asked, forcing myself to stay calm. He must have doubled back to take another look at the body, perhaps he had found something. But I couldn't see him.
"What? I thought he was…" as Lestrade turned, he stopped too, seeing the deserted street stretching out behind us, no sign of life at all.
"What the hell?" Lestrade spluttered, "I'm sure he was…"
Passed a hand over my mouth, pushing down the growing feeling of emotion curling in my stomach. I wasn't sure what it was, but I definitely recognised it as the feeling i'd had twice before- when John had been in danger.
I shouted out to the police officer walking near by, talking through his phone.
"Have you seen John?" I yelled at him, causing him to look up, startled, phone hanging at his ear, "you know, small with brownish hair?"
He too, jerked his thumb behind, before, like us, realising that the street was empty.
I shook my head. This couldn't be happening.
"Where's John! We need to find John! He wouldn't have just left! He couldn't! he wouldn't…" I started mumbling, panicked. I started back down the street, heart pounding, shouting his name, wondering where he could be. Wondering why he would have left.
"Sherlock, stop, calm down!" Lestrade was there, "he must have found a lead on Moran or something,"
And suddenly everything ground to a halt. My worst fears coming to light in a short, terrifying moment. Even time had stopped. There was a rushing in my ears, and I could feel my heart thundering.
Moran.
"It's Moran," I gasped, my voice coming out impossibly quiet, hand reaching out to find something to steady myself. It turned out to be Lestrade's shoulder.
"What?" Lestrade asked, disbelievingly.
I swallowed, scared to even say the words. The words that I swore to myself wouldn't happen, "it's Moran, it has to be, Moran has John,"
As I said it, I saw the colour drained completely out of Lestrade's face. He swore violently, and then he shouted his team. I couldn't seem to do anything. I felt numb.
Moran wanted to kill John.
I just had to stop him before he did.
"Guys, we need to issue a full search for Dr John Watson, you've all seen him, we suspect that he's been…" I zoned out of Lestrade's instructions and began to run, down the street, heading for Baker Street. The first place I had to look was the house opposite.
I didn't even stop to think. There was no time to think. Not anymore.
John was in danger, and I needed to find him.
And find him before it was too late.
JW
Everything was foggy, heavy, dark. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, and the drowsiness I was feeling. I dragged myself back through the strange fog, and felt pain. On my head, on my wrists, on my back. I felt a little blood trickle down my face. I'd been hit on the head then. Knocked out.
I tried to remember what had happened but I couldn't. I couldn't remember much at all. Just figures, noises. A phone call…
"Rise and shine Johnny boy," a low voice teased, somewhere near me, "I don't want you to miss the finale,"
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A/n: I hope it was worth the wait! X