Two Years Gone

Location

*Sherlock POV*

"Bring him back, now."

I open my eyes suddenly, coughing up water as someone rolls me over so I can breathe again.

"Is he alive?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Get him into the car."

Someone hauls me up, forcing me to my feet and shoving me towards a car.

"Get in."

I stumble, falling into the car and tumbling down to the floorboards. Someone sits in the drivers seat, another man sliding in beside me and pushing me up into the seat. He ties my hands above me, tightly pulling the rope through the bars of the headrest in front of me. I wince, rope cutting into my already raw rubbed wrists.

"Where are you taking me?"

No response except a punch to my stomach.

"No talking."

The car lurches forward, throwing me against the seat in front of me. We drive for some time, eventually pulling out behind a run down barn.

"Get him inside. Now!"

Someome grabs a knife, cutting the rope loose and pulling me roughly out of the car. I fall hard onto the gravel, cutting myself on the sharp rocks.

"Get up!"

I ignore the command, lying there and trying to catch my breath. Someone kicks my side, hard, before pulling me up by the back of my shirt. He pulls my head back, fingers twisting painfully in my hair.

"When I say get up, you get up."

He lets me go suddenly, causing me to stumble forward a few steps before falling when I am shoved again. This time I get up as soon as I am told to, quickly lead into the barn. Someone screams, a distinctly identifying sound, Irene is here too.