Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Find Her

He's not an Arabian Prince.

"What do you think you're doing?" He shouts, yanking the scarf from my hands and keeps a tight grip on my wrists.

He has slick black hair, but his accent is Irish, rather than Arabian. I'm starting to think that this guy's a fraud.

"W-Who are you?!" I yell, yanking my arms away from him.

His expression softens and he smiles an amused smile:

"Jim Moriarty."

I've heard that name somewhere before...

"You know, pretending to be an Arabian Prince still got you no shot at a date with me." I tell him.

"No...but it got you naked." He says softly, the amused smile still playing his lips.

"S-So? Get me out of here, you already failed..." I quickly cross my arms to hide my bare chest, as my face becomes hot.

"Oh, darlin' I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy." He tells me.

"What?" I spit, narrowing my eyes.

"Well...for starters...this has nothing to do with your mum. This is about you, me, and Sherlock Holmes." He tells me, before exiting the room and locking it.

"Wait! What do you want with us?!" I bang the door and yell, but there's no answer.

When I get no reply, I slump down on the ground and go deep into my thoughts - in attempt to think up an escape plan.

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Sherlock's POV:

I've been searching everywhere for Y/N, but there's no trace of her. I've asked everyone in every village, but nobody's seen them.

As I walk down the unknown parts of the desert, leaving the village, I panic at the fact that she could be hurt.

It's all my fault, I continuously tell myself.

I should have never agreed to this stupid mission, let alone bring Y/N with me.

As I continue to walk, I spot another village up ahead.

However, this one isn't on the map.

I increase my pace, and soon find myself running to the unknown village that isn't marked on the map that I own.

This place is my only hope in finding Y/N.

I have to find her.

As I enter through the gates of the unknown village everyone stops and stares at me.

It's a bit rude. Do really look that foreign?

After about five minutes of staring, they stop and continue their previous work, as I make my way through, glancing around for any signs of where they might have gone.

That's when I run into someone.

"Sorry." He says.

immediate use of english...

tourist.

"Have you seen a girl with H/C hair with a green eyed man around here? She's about this tall..." I gesture with my hands.

"I think...last I saw them go into that tavern over there." The man tells me.

"Thank you." I tell him as I speedwalk into the tavern.

It's bustling with people sharing drinks and laughing. Just as I expected. I need to make myself known. I ned to somehow fit in to get my answers.

Taking a seat by a lonely drinker, I order something random from the menu and look at him, trying to think up sentence starters in Arabic.

"You new around these parts?" He asks me, obstructing my thoughts.

There are quite a few english speakers around here. I'm surprised.

"A bit." I answer, as the bartender places my order in front of me.

"Well, welcome to the village. I'm Salma. If there's anything you need, feel free to let me know." He extends his hand for me to shake.

"Shezza." I lie, shaking his hand.

As I sip from my unknown drink I look around the tavern, nothing out of the ordinary, except there's a man with an icepack on his genital area. He looks to be in severe pain.

"What happened to him?" I ask Salma, pointing to the man.

"A foreigner girl - real pretty, I would have paid for her." He tells me.

"Why did she do it?" I ask again.

"I don't know...he grabbed her, but I doubt he would have gotten far, she had a man with her." He explains.

"Did he have very distinct green eyes?" I inquire.

"Yes." He replies.

I stare at him as I go deep into my thoughts and organize them, before speaking again:

"Did you happen to overhear where they were going?"

"Actually, I heard the man talk about The Shala Palace." He tells me.

Shala Palace.

"Good luck finding her." Salma smiles.

"I appreciate it." I quickly drink the remainders of the beverage, leaving some money on the table for Salma, before dashing out of the tavern.