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Sherlock x Reader (Part 2)

Imagine: Sherlock coming to rescue you and apologize.

 Sherlock's POV

I was pacing in my flat. Y/N had just broken up with me. I had no clue why though. What have I done to upset her? I haven't done anything. John was on his way over, I called him about ten minutes after she left. I didn't want her to leave, I love Y/N, more then she knows. Think Sherlock! Think! Did I forget her birthday? No that is in a few months. Valentines day? Nope. Christmas? No. Ugh! What have I done to upset her.

Oh good, John is finally here, maybe he can give me some insight. Sometimes I have no clue about humans. They are just so confusing. I watched as John entered through the door way. "Sherlock, you said this was important. What do you need?" John asked. I sighed.

"Y/N, she broke up with me and I have no idea why." I explained.

"Did you forget anything important with her? Her birthday? Anniversary?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. Her birthday is a few months from now and our anniversary isn't till June." I replied.

"Have you ignored her?" He sighed. I raised and eyebrow.

"What do you mean by 'ignored'?" I questioned.

"When was the last time you gave her a hug?" He asked.

"Six months ago, why?"

"Last time you kissed her?"

"Seven months ago."

John sighed and face-palmed. "Sherlock she broke up with you because you had been ignoring her, bloody idiot." He explained, as if it was obvious. I narrowed my eyes, Was she that mad? I sighed, human nature is still so strange. Then I got a text.

Tick Tock, went the clock. Time is running out. She is dead without your help, will you let her die.

I have your precious Y/N. Will you come to save the day?

-JM 

 I clenched my jaw when I read the text. A picture was sent and it had a sign on it with different letters and numbers on it. Under it said, "6 HOURS THEN SHE DIES."

"John we have a case." I growled.

-Time Skip-

-Your POV-

Pain rushed through your head as your heavy eyes started to open from the forced slumber. You groaned in discomfort as you tried to move your arms but they were restrained. You sighed, opening your eyes all the way, only to see that you had a dozen red lights pinned at your chest. You looked around calmly, taking in your surroundings.

You were in a square room with concrete walls with one door, no windows and a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Your brother, who had that stupid smirk on his face, was sitting across from you, watching you with those dead eyes. You blew a piece of hair out of your face and looked at him with an annoyed expression.

"Hello Brother of mine." You sighed, leaning back on the chair you were in. "Are these really necessary?" You asked, looking down at the straps that were holding down your arms. "Sorry sister dear! Can't have you spoiling my plans!" He said in a sing-song voice. You grimaced. Moriarty was always so annoying.

"Let me guess. You threatened Sherlock, giving him a case with me as the prize if he figured it out but you will surprise him and kill both of us." You said. He looked at you in disbelief. "Oh please, you're so predictable." You grinned. He frowned and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Your no fun, always ruining surprises." He whined. You rolled your eyes at his usual childish behaviour. "And your still acting like a five year old. What else has changed?" You taunted. That always got him mad. He hated being called a child, no matter how much he acted like one.

He walked toward you and slapped you across the face. A red hand print marked your cheek. It stung for a moment but you've had worse. You let out a chuckle. "Your going soft James. I thought you would put a bullet in my arm like you did seven years ago." You mocked. His face turned red with anger. You were the only person that could ever mess with his head. That's why he hated you, he could never mess with you because it didn't work but it was so easy to mess with him.

Jim punched in the nose. It didn't break but blood was coming out. You laughed at him. "So when is Sherlock coming? He will obviously figure it out." You asked. "He should be here soon." Moriarty sighed. You nodded.

"You do know that when I get out of here I'm going to kill you then I'm going to beat up Sherlock." You said. He fixed his gaze on you, in a confused manor. "What do you mean?" He asked. You chuckled at his clueless manor. "I broke up with Sherlock you idiot." You sighed.

"Why?"

"Let's just say I don't like being ignored."

"I know that."

Then gun shot's were fired. Jim stood back up, not sure what was happening. "You really are stupid, brother dear. Sherlock would figure out this is a trap and obviously call Lestrade. " You taunted. He glared at you before ordering some men to do something and getting out. More gunshots were heard and you shut your eyes.

When you opened them back up, the men in the room were laying on the ground, blood pooling around them. Sherlock came running in and ran over to you. He unstrapped you and pulled you into a hug. You stiffened at the sudden intrusion but soon melted into the hug.

"I was so worried." He cried. You have never seen this side of him. The crying side. Your motherly instincts kicked in and ran your fingers through his hair, saying, "Shh. It's alright. I'm safe now thanks to you." You kissed his forehead in a loving manor.

Then he pulled away and cupped your cheeks. He looked deep into your E/C eyes and said, "I am so sorry. I am still getting used to the caring and loving emotions. Caring was a disadvantage to me and I was scared that It would make me seem-" You cut him off by placing your lips on his. "I forgive you." You whispered when the kiss ended. He smiled and kissed you again.

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There is part 2! Next is a request from a friend of mine, another Sherlock imagine. But if you have any requests please them in the comments.

-Ally