You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 1

"I have a bad feeling, Sherlock..." You whispered, grasping onto his hands as he looked down at you. He placed a hand on your cheek and you leaned into him, closing your eyes for a brief moment. You knew what you had to do and you were wasting time. You could hear the voices closing in on the two of you, you had to figure this out, and fast.

"I'll be fine. I'm working with the best." He smiled down at you and you laughed, causing another tear to drip down your face. "Hey, I'll see you in a few hours." He brushed his thumb softly over your cheek before leaning down to kiss you. Over the past two years, Sherlock had gotten rather good at comforting you when you got scared. You were thankful to be able to spend all this time with him doing what you both did best. "Now, run." Sherlock whispered as he pulled away. You stood there for a brief moment, his forehead leaned against yours before you turned in the other direction and ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You heard someone approaching ahead and you quickly ducked and rolled to the side, hiding behind a tree. You watched as a man carrying a huge gun ran past you, headed straight towards Sherlock. You cursed under your breath, waiting for a moment to make sure the coast was clear before you continued sprinting on your way.

You didn't stop until you couldn't hear the helicopters anymore, or voices. You knew they'd lost your trail but they would have Sherlock at this point, which wasn't preferable. You slowly made your way back towards their base, retracing your steps as you kept careful watch for anyone who would still be surveying the area. They would be on high alert now that they knew you'd gotten away. But hours had now passed, and dawn was quickly approaching. You weren't sure exactly how long it had been since they'd taken Sherlock.

Once you finally made it to where the base was in sight, you climbed up a tree, standing on a branch as you used binoculars to see their new security set up. A gate that normally stood empty, with nothing but a security camera now had two guards standing watch. You shook your head as you dropped your binoculars back into your satchel, heading down the tree. You needed a diversion.

You paced closer to the gate, looking carefully at the two men standing guard. They probably would be on shift changes, and since dawn had just broken, there wouldn't be another change anytime soon. You knew that there was no way they had their gate's cameras back up and running after you'd sent a virus through the system, closing the cameras down around the perimeter. That's why it had taken them so long to find you and Sherlock after you'd made your escape. So that meant that you just had to get rid of these two guys, then it was free reign into the base as long as you were stealthy. You watched the guards closely as you took a few steps back, making sure they couldn't see you as you picked up a medium sized branch from the ground. You turned it over in your hands before you snapped it over your knee, causing a large crunching sound in response. The guard's heads turned in your direction before they began speaking to each other rapidly. The guard closest to you began walking in your direction and you ducked behind a tree, listening as he stepped closer.

He stepped past you and before he could look over at you tackled him to the ground, pulling your gun from the holster strapped around your thigh and aiming it right towards his face. He looked up at you with wide eyes and you pushed the gun under his chin harshly.

"Say a word and I kill you." You hissed in Serbian, scanning his eyes as he looked up at you. He began to open his mouth and you brought the gun to his temple, quickly deducing him. "Wouldn't want your little girl to grow up without her father, would you?" He closed his mouth quickly, not saying a word. "Good. Now where is the man they brought in?" You demanded. You heard the other guard calling the man's name behind you and you knew that you didn't have much time before he made his way over to see what was going on.

"I-I don't know." He stuttered in Serbian, looking up at you. You jerked him forward, slamming his head against the ground as you shoved the gun further into his face.

"Lies. You have five seconds to talk before your daughter becomes fatherless. If you lie, I will find you and I will kill you." You began to countdown and the man closed his eyes. Right before you got to one, he rambled on, telling you everything. You grinned at him. "Thanks." You said before hitting him across the temple with your gun, causing him to go unconscious. You turned to see the other man carefully walking towards the edge of the woods, where you stood waiting. He continued to call the guy's name and you slipped behind another tree, waiting for him to stumble upon his friend.

When he found his partner passed out, he reached towards his radio to call it in but you were quicker. You swung a rather large tree branch against his head and he rolled over, unconscious. You breathed heavily as you took one of the men's hats and jacket, throwing them on over your clothes. They were definitely oversized, but they'd at least help you keep your cover.

You ran up the trail towards the base, carefully walking past other soldiers as you kept your head down. You took the path the man had told you to and were able to get past many guards without being detected. You continued further down into the building before you got to an area that was no longer furnished. It was just cement as far as you could see and there were dripping pipes above your head. You walked quietly, listening for any source of a sound.

The further into the building you got, you could hear someone's muffled groans and muffled cries of pain as something was being thrashed against them. You closed your eyes tightly, knowing that it had to be Sherlock. You started to run now, not even bothering to look into the room before you burst in.

What you saw was terrible. Sherlock was chained to a wall, with his arms held high above his head. Both stretched out in either direction. His legs were weak, dragging across the ground and the only thing supporting his body weight was either of his arms. His head was cast downwards, and his messy and long hair, that he hadn't cut once in the past two years, shielded his face from view. You could see there was blood dribbling from his mouth and onto the floor, but that wasn't the worst of it. His shirt had been removed and he had huge red welts all over his back, all of them bleeding. The do-er of the injuries was held in the hands of a man that stood over him. It was a thick iron rod. You pulled your gun on the man, looking at Sherlock through teary eyes. He was still breathing, but who knew how long he'd been getting beaten.

The man turned to you, holding up his bar to hit you before you rapidly began speaking in Serbian. "You used to work in the Navy, there you had an unhappy love affair. Also, the electricity isn't working in your bathroom; hasn't for a few days now. Oh, and your wife is sleeping with your next door neighbor... the coffee maker? And if you go home right at this moment, you'll catch them." He stared at you before he dropped the bar, an angry look overcoming his face.

"I knew it, I knew there was something going on!" He started to run towards the door before he turned to a man sitting in the corner. "Take care of this, will you?" He spoke before he quickly left. You rushed to Sherlock's side, holding his face up as he struggled to breathe with all the blood pooling around his nose and mouth.

"Mycroft, a little help here wouldn't hurt. You already watched him for this long." You growled, looking up at Sherlock's brother who sat quietly in the corner, watching you. He sighed, tossing you a set of keys. You quickly unlocked Sherlock's chains, supporting his weight as he fell into you, exhausted. You both fell to your knees together on the concrete ground. "I'm so sorry." You whispered as you held him close to you, careful not to hurt him.

"I'm... fine..." He spoke weakly in your arms, and you rolled your eyes knowing he was just saying that to make you feel less guilty. You knew he wasn't fine. You pulled off your jacket, trying to clear the blood from Sherlock's face, the last thing you needed was him to choke on his own blood. Sherlock's breaths were ragged and weak. He dug his fingers into the fabric of your shirt, holding you tightly.

"It's okay, you'll be okay." You nodded through teary eyes, continuing to try to clean up his face. You looked to Mycroft with hard eyes as he finally stood, walking to help you with Sherlock.