Listen to "I Had No One," from the Season 4 Soundtrack of Sherlock. Trust me on this. Oh and if you want listen to "Sledgehammer," by Rihanna from the Star Trek Beyond Soundtrack as well.

As she went down the stairs, Sherlock followed after her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Out. It's an emergency."

"Well if it is," he paused while opening the door to the outside world, "let me come with you. It's late-"

Suddenly he felt a stabbing pain on the back of his neck and a bag cover his head. And a familiar voice say,

"Nighty night Sherlock Holmes."

"The other three are already there," a tough man, probably a body guard, stated, based on his ear piece and dark suit.

"He wanted an audience," she sighed walking with him to the car while he carried Sherlock's body.

Sherlock opened his eyes seeing a familiar ceiling. As he stood up, the room looked more and more familiar. On either side of him, two people were tied in familiar chairs.

John and Thomas.

He looked at the guard standing by the door in the wide room and next to him was a speaker.

"Oooooo someone just woke up from their nappy," a voice stated in it.

Suddenly John and Thomas' eyes shot wide open. They both struggled to be free.

"Let the story begin! And ACTION!"

Sherlock looked towards the door as it was being shuffled with finally revealing the person he was looking for.

Charlotte.

"Oh Sherlock," she sighed, "remember this place. Good times good times."

"You got shot here," he spat.

"Good point. But I did meet someone very special. Someone who was right about you all along."

Sherlock looked at the door once again as it was opened to reveal someone he hasn't seen in a long time.

"Hellooooooooo," he sang waving, "isn't she darling," he asked while squeezing her shoulders.

Sherlock set his jaw for a moment, but did not respond.

"What do you want," John spat.

"No no no don't rush this," he sang smiling, "this is good so far. What would you call this John? The Dying Detective? The Daughter's Betrayal? Oh but wait...she was never yours in the first place was she Sherlock," he said frowning while looking at Sherlock once again.

Sherlock said nothing.

"Charlotte will always be and will never not be Sherlock's Jim," Thomas stated coldly, "it's about time you accept that."

"Oh Thomas! Forgot you were here! You know I remember you when you were a little tot. Just crawling aroounnndddd."

Jim then leaned down and held his jaw.

"You know you're about to see who Charlotte really is. Your true love," he said smiling, "really romantic I must say. Too bad I have to end it sooooo soon. You know seeing her murder someone and all can REALLY ruin a relationship."

Jim then stood back up, turning to Charlotte.

She could hear some footsteps in the distance.

He then gave her a pistol.

"Any parting words niece of mine? To Sherlock."

She turned to him with the gun quickly, aimed towards his forehead.

"Sherlock Holmes," she began with anger in her eyes, "you...bastard."

Sherlock's eyes went wide as he felt the cold metal against his pale skin.

Charlotte heard the footsteps get closer and closer until it went to a stop.

She still had anger in her eyes, but for a split second, just a split second, he saw them soften.

"Run."

Suddenly, she heard a crash at the door's window, seeing the body guard flop to the ground and a bullet hole through his head.

Sherlock then ran as Charlotte turned shooting Moriarty in the head and started untying Thomas and John.

Elizabeth then came in with a machine gun in her hand along with other guns for the rest of them.

"Take them with you. Take care of each other. All of you," Charlotte began as a laser was being pointed to her head in the gigantic room.

"Go," she whispered, "run all of you."

"Charlotte-," Sherlock's voiced raised as John and Eliza dragged him out and Tom opened the door.

Suddenly a gun shot was heard.

"CHARLOTTE," he screamed trying to run towards her, but was held back by the two of them.

"Soldiers Sherlock soldiers," he reminded him with tears in his eyes as he saw Charlotte dying in a distance, with a bullet hole on the side of her head.

They then dragged him out of the room then all went down the stairs, shooting the rest of the assassins along the way, opening the door to reveal Scotland Yard.

"Where is he," Lestrade growled.

"He's dead upstairs," Eliza sighed still trying to support the two unstable men.

"And Charlotte?"

"She's...upstairs."

Quickly, Lestrade barked orders to his men as police sirens echoed in the dark night, meanwhile Mycroft led a group of men to survey the scene above through helicopters.

Lestrade went up the stairs with his men but found nothing.

Not a body, no blood, nothing.

He then heard his phone ring.