Chapter Two: Accidents Happen

"And what did you expect?" Sherlock asked Emily, "That I would be someone you could dance around with at parties and show off to your parents?"

"No Sherlock, because I know you. I know you don't want that, and I would never..." Emily sighed, "I would never have pushed that life on you, and I never expected you to want that." She shook her head, "I just... I expected..." She looked up at him, and the heartbreak in her eyes devastated Sherlock, "You lied to me."

"Emily, please, it was-" Sherlock started but realized it was no use. She was gone, she ran out of his flat to her car on the street.

She got into her car and began to drive. She was almost home when she hit a red light, it was then that a voice spoke from the backseat.

"You will drive home," It said, and she felt cold metal against the back of her neck. "Do not make a noise, do not cry."

Emily gripped the steering wheel tighter, her mind was racing. She went with Sherlock on his cases all the time, he always told her that the moment the killer gets their victims alone they're as good as dead. Emily wasn't going to be like the women in Sherlock's cases.

"Who are you?" Emily asked.

There was no response from the man behind her. The light turned green and Emily looked around, there were people walking on the street in front of her.

"Drive."

Emily shut her eyes. She turned the wheel and slammed on the gas pedal. The car went flying towards the shops on the right of the road, and Emily braced for the impact. The car crashed spectacularly, and the nearby people ran to her aid.

Emily was barely conscious, but she managed to stumble out of the wrecked car. She didn't notice that the man had gotten out too, but she saw the man run off.

Emily rolled onto her back, and saw the people on the street run towards her, she could hear a lot of shouting, and someone was calling an ambulance. Someone's hands came around her neck and she tried to recoil, thinking they were trying to choke her. It was only when they put pressure on her neck that she realized that she must've been injured there. Maybe the man had pulled the trigger when they had crashed.

She didn't have much more time to think about it... she was starting to get tired...

Sherlock's phone rang, and he ignored it, still worked up over his fight with Emily. It was only when Mycroft hastily opened the door of his flat that he glanced at the screen of his phone, three missed calls from Bart's Hospital. That plus the slightly panicked look on Mycroft's face all pointed to one thing.

"Emily."

Sherlock and Mycroft raced to the hospital, "We're looking for Emily Smith," Sherlock said to the woman at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, she was taken into surgery about twenty minutes ago." Sherlock shut his eyes and clenched his fists, "Are you Mr. Holmes?" She asked.

"Yes?" He asked/responded.

"You're her emergency contact, we'll need you to fill out some paperwork."

"I believe that's for me," Mycroft spoke as he came to stand next to Sherlock.

"Mycroft Holmes?" She asked again.

"Yes, that is me," Mycroft said and took the papers.

Sherlock looked at his older brother with confusion.

They sat down and Mycroft explained, "Do you really think she would have wanted you to have to make these decisions?" Mycroft asked, "She's very kind your Emily. She would spare you all the pain in the world if she could."

Sherlock looked down at the floor.

At least ten hours later...

Sherlock had taken to pacing around the past few hours, something that was beginning to grate on Mycroft's nerves.

A doctor came up to the pair, "Mr. Holmes?" He asked.

"Yes?" They both responded at the same time.

"She was injured extremely badly, we managed to save her life, but it's hard to know if or when she will wake up."

"Can I see her?" Sherlock asked immediately.

"Right this way."

Sherlock entered her room and immediately stopped in the doorway, nearly causing Mycroft to walk into his back. Sherlock could feel his emotions swelling, his eyes were brimming with tears, "Emily..."

He took a few steps into the room and he could hear Mycroft speaking quietly with the doctor behind him, but Sherlock couldn't care less at that moment.

He stared, and he hadn't noticed the passing of time until Mycroft stood in front of him.

"Sherlock, try to contain yourself, you have to solve this case."

Sherlock whipped his head to meet Mycroft's eyes, he was on the brink of tears, "Don't tell me to control myself when she's right there like this!" Sherlock all but shouted at him.

"You can help her by finding her killer," Mycroft said.

"She's not dead!" Sherlock shouted, "And I could have helped her by keeping her safe!" He went and stood beside her unconscious form, "This wasn't supposed to happen, not to her, not to Emily." A single tear slipped down Sherlock's face. "I can't-I can't do it without her! I can't!"

Mycroft looked increasingly more alarmed with Sherlock's growing agitation. He knew his brother had cared for her, but not to this extent.

"You can't do what without her?" Mycroft asked, trying to understand.

Sherlock was crying silently, he sat down in a chair and gripped Emily's hand, "I can't breathe, Mycroft I can't breathe." Sherlock choked out

Mycroft went to his brother's side and saw that he was nearly hyperventilating, "Sherlock, breathe."

After about a minute Sherlock managed to get his breathing under control. Then Mycroft's phone rang, and he went outside to take the call.

"Please wake up," Sherlock said. He brushed a piece of hair behind Emily's ear.

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft as he re-entered the room, "Well?" He asked.

Mycroft shook his head, "There's nothing on any security cameras, but eyewitnesses say they saw a tall, dark-haired man run from the scene." Mycroft rubbed his forehead, "It's not enough to go on."

Sherlock shut his eyes and turned away from Mycroft, "You'll keep trying won't you?"

"Of course," Mycroft said, "Emily is... like family. To us both."

Sherlock looked at Mycroft in surprise, before turning his attention back to Emily.