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You and Sherlock were awoken by his mobile ringing; the two of you had fallen asleep only half way through the film. The both of you groaned sleepily, you moved away from Sherlock’s side and rubbed your eyes, yawning loudly.

“Hullo?” Sherlock said through a yawn, his eyes still half closed. You leaned your head on his side so you could listen to the conversation. From what you heard it was Lestrade, but it was hard to hear his exact words. Suddenly, Sherlock jumped right up, a huge smile appearing on his face. “I’ll be right there!” He rushed over to grab his coat and shoes; you followed him and started to wrap your scarf around your neck. “What are you doing (y/n)?” You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Umm, having a party…What do you think I’m doing?!” Sherlock walked over to you and removed your scarf and sat you back down on the sofa.

“You’re not coming (y/n).”

“What, why!?” You exclaimed, looking truly devastated.

“It’s far too dangerous out there for you. There’s been another murder and the murderer is out there. You always wonder off around the crime scene looking for more clues, what if he grabs you when I’m not looking and you end up getting yourself killed? Hmm?” Sherlock said, wrapping his blue scarf around his neck.

“I won’t wonder off! I promise Sherlock, please, please, please can I come?” You almost begged, giving him puppy eyes. Sherlock shook his head and let out a small huff.

“No, you are to stay here where it’s safe.” Sherlock commanded his voice and face dead serious.

“But-”

“(Y/n)!” Sherlock lifted his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, why wouldn’t you just accept the fact that you weren’t allowed to come, not this time, all he wanted was for you to be safe. You were Sherlock’s closest friend along with John, he didn’t want to risk losing you and he would never forgive himself if he did. He did like having your company on cases, yes of course he did, but he wanted you safe and the best thing for you was to stay here until he got back. You huffed loudly and gave a small pout and let out a sulky “Fine!” and turned your back to him, your face buried into the back of the sofa.
Sherlock let out a small sigh and patted your back gently. “I’ll be back soon (y/n).” And with that he walked out of the flat, his coat swaying behind him.

You lay on the sofa in the darkness; only the sound of your breathing and passing cars outside could be heard. You huffed and closed your eyes you almost felt rejected, you promised Sherlock that you wouldn’t have wondered off, you would’ve stayed right by his side until you both got back to the flat. You loved going to crime scenes with Sherlock and John, you were a big help too. Yes, you did like to wonder off a bit and Sherlock and John would both have mini panic attacks but you often found small useful clues that would help Sherlock make further deductions; he always seemed impressed with you. That’s when the thought occurred to you. You could leave the flat and observe the crime scene from a distance, no one would notice you and then when Sherlock’s finished you could run back to the flat and act as if you hadn’t gone out, you heard Lestrade announce the address of the crime scene when you were kind of eavesdropping on Sherlock’s conversation with him, it wasn’t that far from the flat, it was at least a 15 minute walk, that was nothing for you since you were used to long walks since moving to the city and you knew the area well enough by now. Sherlock did tell you to stay inside, but he didn’t have to find out, you’d be fine, nothing would happen… right? ARGH to hell with it! You jumped off of the sofa and wrapped your scarf around your neck and put on your coat, slipping on your boots at the same time. Carefully, without making too much noise you crept out of the flat and very gently closed the door behind you.

You were again faced with the cold of the night, shivering slightly you pulled your coat tighter around you, if only you had Mycroft, you’d have to go and visit him again soon you thought, perhaps go for a nice walk and have some tea after it, yes that seemed like a nice idea, you made yourself a mental note to ask him tomorrow. Snapping out of your thoughts you noticed that at this time of night the streets had quietened down a lot to what it’s like during the busy hours of the day, actually it was nowhere near as busy as it is during the daytime. You kind of liked it, it reminded you of where you lived before coming over to London, a not too busy, happy town, you liked it there but soon you decided you wanted a change and that’s when John told you about the flat underneath where he lived, 221C. You liked the idea of living close to your brother, you did miss him and after occasional visits Baker Street wasn’t unfamiliar, you knew Mrs Hudson and Sherlock quite well, so that helped you make the decision of moving to 221C. Of course you made many changes to your flat, painting the walls in colours that matched your furniture, it was homely and you weren’t going to lie but you loved living there and you planned on staying there for the rest of your life.

You seemed to be the only one walking; everyone else was probably tucked up warm in bed. Taking a left turn you realised that you’d have to go down a dark alleyway to get to where you needed to go, you stood there for a while contemplating whether you should just give up and listen to Sherlock and return to the flat or just sprint through the alleyway like a madwoman. You took a while to think about it, you must’ve looked a bit odd to the people in the cars passing by, just standing there like an idiot twiddling your thumbs. You went through the possibilities in your head, okay dark alleyway, end up getting mugged like what happens in the movies or just walk through there and end up on the other side perfectly unharmed.

“Jesus Christ (y/n).” You muttered to yourself. “Just go, it’ll be fine!” You could see the end of the alleyway, it wasn’t that far away, a quick sprint and it’d be over, if it were in the day you wouldn’t think twice before walking through it, but things seemed to change at night, everything was, scarier. You decided to just go for it, you were a grown woman for goodness sakes, you shouldn’t be scared of a dark, creepy, really very scary alleyway… okay, maybe just a little bit scared, but seriously you were perhaps being slightly overdramatic about the whole thing. You decided to just sprint through the alleyway, a pathetic high-pitched noise coming through your mouth as you did so, after a minute or so you reached the other side, coming back onto the pavement, bright streetlights shining down on you. “That wasn’t so bad.” You said to yourself, and continued to walk along the street.

It was even quieter here; no cars at all, even some of the streetlights flickered a bit. Creepy. It was only after a few minutes you developed a strange feeling, as if you were being watched, followed even. You started to pick up your pace, your heartbeat increasing rapidly, you even swore that you heard footsteps closely behind you, but there was no way you were looking back. You broke out into a small jog, there were definitely footsteps behind you now, and they had also gained pace.

Shit.

You started panting and started to run, the echo of your heels hitting the ground filling the air. You weren’t fast enough though, you were too slow, a pair of hands grabbed you by your waist and you got pulled towards a large muscular body, those hands then grabbed your hair and yanked it painfully causing tears to from in your eyes, you tried to let out a scream, a cry for help but it was of no use, your cries for help were muffled shrieks no one could hear as a large, gloved hand covered your mouth and you felt yourself being dragged into darkness.

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You and Sherlock were awoken by his mobile ringing; the two of you had fallen asleep only half way through the film. The both of you groaned sleepily, you moved away from Sherlock’s side and rubbed your eyes, yawning loudly.

“Hullo?” Sherlock said through a yawn, his eyes still half closed. You leaned your head on his side so you could listen to the conversation. From what you heard it was Lestrade, but it was hard to hear his exact words. Suddenly, Sherlock jumped right up, a huge smile appearing on his face. “I’ll be right there!” He rushed over to grab his coat and shoes; you followed him and started to wrap your scarf around your neck. “What are you doing (y/n)?” You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“Umm, having a party…What do you think I’m doing?!” Sherlock walked over to you and removed your scarf and sat you back down on the sofa.

“You’re not coming (y/n).”

“What, why!?” You exclaimed, looking truly devastated.

“It’s far too dangerous out there for you. There’s been another murder and the murderer is out there. You always wonder off around the crime scene looking for more clues, what if he grabs you when I’m not looking and you end up getting yourself killed? Hmm?” Sherlock said, wrapping his blue scarf around his neck.

“I won’t wonder off! I promise Sherlock, please, please, please can I come?” You almost begged, giving him puppy eyes. Sherlock shook his head and let out a small huff.

“No, you are to stay here where it’s safe.” Sherlock commanded his voice and face dead serious.

“But-”

“(Y/n)!” Sherlock lifted his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side, why wouldn’t you just accept the fact that you weren’t allowed to come, not this time, all he wanted was for you to be safe. You were Sherlock’s closest friend along with John, he didn’t want to risk losing you and he would never forgive himself if he did. He did like having your company on cases, yes of course he did, but he wanted you safe and the best thing for you was to stay here until he got back. You huffed loudly and gave a small pout and let out a sulky “Fine!” and turned your back to him, your face buried into the back of the sofa.
Sherlock let out a small sigh and patted your back gently. “I’ll be back soon (y/n).” And with that he walked out of the flat, his coat swaying behind him.

You lay on the sofa in the darkness; only the sound of your breathing and passing cars outside could be heard. You huffed and closed your eyes you almost felt rejected, you promised Sherlock that you wouldn’t have wondered off, you would’ve stayed right by his side until you both got back to the flat. You loved going to crime scenes with Sherlock and John, you were a big help too. Yes, you did like to wonder off a bit and Sherlock and John would both have mini panic attacks but you often found small useful clues that would help Sherlock make further deductions; he always seemed impressed with you. That’s when the thought occurred to you. You could leave the flat and observe the crime scene from a distance, no one would notice you and then when Sherlock’s finished you could run back to the flat and act as if you hadn’t gone out, you heard Lestrade announce the address of the crime scene when you were kind of eavesdropping on Sherlock’s conversation with him, it wasn’t that far from the flat, it was at least a 15 minute walk, that was nothing for you since you were used to long walks since moving to the city and you knew the area well enough by now. Sherlock did tell you to stay inside, but he didn’t have to find out, you’d be fine, nothing would happen… right? ARGH to hell with it! You jumped off of the sofa and wrapped your scarf around your neck and put on your coat, slipping on your boots at the same time. Carefully, without making too much noise you crept out of the flat and very gently closed the door behind you.

You were again faced with the cold of the night, shivering slightly you pulled your coat tighter around you, if only you had Mycroft, you’d have to go and visit him again soon you thought, perhaps go for a nice walk and have some tea after it, yes that seemed like a nice idea, you made yourself a mental note to ask him tomorrow. Snapping out of your thoughts you noticed that at this time of night the streets had quietened down a lot to what it’s like during the busy hours of the day, actually it was nowhere near as busy as it is during the daytime. You kind of liked it, it reminded you of where you lived before coming over to London, a not too busy, happy town, you liked it there but soon you decided you wanted a change and that’s when John told you about the flat underneath where he lived, 221C. You liked the idea of living close to your brother, you did miss him and after occasional visits Baker Street wasn’t unfamiliar, you knew Mrs Hudson and Sherlock quite well, so that helped you make the decision of moving to 221C. Of course you made many changes to your flat, painting the walls in colours that matched your furniture, it was homely and you weren’t going to lie but you loved living there and you planned on staying there for the rest of your life.

You seemed to be the only one walking; everyone else was probably tucked up warm in bed. Taking a left turn you realised that you’d have to go down a dark alleyway to get to where you needed to go, you stood there for a while contemplating whether you should just give up and listen to Sherlock and return to the flat or just sprint through the alleyway like a madwoman. You took a while to think about it, you must’ve looked a bit odd to the people in the cars passing by, just standing there like an idiot twiddling your thumbs. You went through the possibilities in your head, okay dark alleyway, end up getting mugged like what happens in the movies or just walk through there and end up on the other side perfectly unharmed.

“Jesus Christ (y/n).” You muttered to yourself. “Just go, it’ll be fine!” You could see the end of the alleyway, it wasn’t that far away, a quick sprint and it’d be over, if it were in the day you wouldn’t think twice before walking through it, but things seemed to change at night, everything was, scarier. You decided to just go for it, you were a grown woman for goodness sakes, you shouldn’t be scared of a dark, creepy, really very scary alleyway… okay, maybe just a little bit scared, but seriously you were perhaps being slightly overdramatic about the whole thing. You decided to just sprint through the alleyway, a pathetic high-pitched noise coming through your mouth as you did so, after a minute or so you reached the other side, coming back onto the pavement, bright streetlights shining down on you. “That wasn’t so bad.” You said to yourself, and continued to walk along the street.

It was even quieter here; no cars at all, even some of the streetlights flickered a bit. Creepy. It was only after a few minutes you developed a strange feeling, as if you were being watched, followed even. You started to pick up your pace, your heartbeat increasing rapidly, you even swore that you heard footsteps closely behind you, but there was no way you were looking back. You broke out into a small jog, there were definitely footsteps behind you now, and they had also gained pace.

Shit.

You started panting and started to run, the echo of your heels hitting the ground filling the air. You weren’t fast enough though, you were too slow, a pair of hands grabbed you by your waist and you got pulled towards a large muscular body, those hands then grabbed your hair and yanked it painfully causing tears to from in your eyes, you tried to let out a scream, a cry for help but it was of no use, your cries for help were muffled shrieks no one could hear as a large, gloved hand covered your mouth and you felt yourself being dragged into darkness.