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You rolled your head around as your senses returned to you. You were able to open your eyes but decided not to, feeling as though they were really heavy. You moved your hands but found them tied behind you. Your eyes then shot open. You looked around. The room was dark. Of course. You tried to move your feet. Tied as well. You were sitting on one of those uncomfortable metal chairs that you absolutely hated! Your mouth wasn't gagged or taped so you took that sign into consideration. Whoever had you here wanted to talk...for some odd reason.
A door at the end of the room opened and you saw a brief bit of light and a figure before he door closed. You heard footsteps and then a click. A light above you turned on and you could now see the face of your kidnapper. He had brown eyes that seemed to twinkle when he looked at you. He had a grin on his lips making him look creepy. His brown hair was slicked back and he wore a nice looking suit. You gulped nervously as you watched him.
"Hello, y/n." He said.
Your eyes widened, "How do you know my name?" You asked.
"Oh I know all about you. But what makes this so much more fun is that you don't know anything about me." He said laughing slightly.
"A-and who are you?" You questioned.
"My name is Jim. Jim Moriarty. And we're gonna have some fun."
~Sherlock's POV~
"Please! You have to help us, Mr. Holmes!" The woman pleaded.
"Why?" I asked simply looking at the distraught couple.
"W-why? Because our daughter is missing!" The woman practically shouted.
"Yes I know. Probably at her grandparents." I said standing up. "Now please, leave."
I opened the door and motioned to it. The woman let out a sob and got up. She started towards he door but her husband wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"Mr. Holmes, we are willing to pay you-"
"I don't want your money." I interrupted.
"It's our daughter!" He shouted.
"Yes, now leave!" I said more insistingly.
The couple was silent, looking at each other. I was trying to figure out what they were thinking but I couldn't tell.
"We know who has her." The man said.
"And who is that?" I asked, still not at all interested.
The woman took a shaky breath and looked at me. "Moriarty."
My eyes widened slightly. I stared at them trying to make sure they were telling the truth. They were. I clicked my tongue and closed the door.
"Well Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n, I've changed my mind. I will take your case."
***
"So you two both worked for Jim Moriarty?" I asked.
They both nodded. I nodded as well.
"Jeez." John mumbled.
"We, uh, we were different back then. Like him." The woman said.
"But after we found out that y/m/n was pregnant, we left." The man said.
"You left? Just like that?" I asked.
"N-no. It was difficult. Took a lot of planning. But...we made it." She said.
I nodded.
"Did he have a specific hideout?" John asked.
"He has many. Sometimes he'd change them. But we do have a file on locations if that might help." The woman offered.
I smiled, "That would be perfect!"
~No One's POV~
Sweat beamed down your forehead and mixed with the tears that were running down your cheeks. You could see the cut in your side that continued to drip blood and soak your shirt. Moriarty set his knife down on a table and turned to you. He smiled making you shiver.
"Why are you doing this?" You croaked.
"Let's just say your parents made a mistake. Or two or three. And I need to show them that they don't cross me."
"So..so you're going to kill me?" I asked.
He laughed, "Oh no. Don't be so obvious. I'm just having a bit of fun." He said.
"How could torturing a fourteen year old girl be fun to you?!" You shouted.
"You'd be surprised." He said shrugging.
You started to try and free your hands or legs but the bonds didn't break. You groaned and looked back at Jim.
"Please! Just let me go!"
"Now where's the fun in that? If you want to leave, that's up to mummy and daddy. They have to find you...before you die."
~Sherlock's POV~
It felt like forever of going through the file. This one file felt like fifty. There was so much information in it, not just locations. As much as I wanted to learn all I could about Moriarty and his web of assassins, I kept my focus and searched through the locations.
"Find anything?" John asked, walking in with a cup of coffee.
"Yup. Lots of things but none of them seem right. They're all too close to each other. It's much too obvious." I said.
"Mm." John hummed.
He came over and looked at the locations I had down. He sat across from me and grabbed an address.
"How about this one?" He asked handing it to me.
I looked at it and found it on the map I had. I placed my finger on the point and drew a red x on it, just like the others. I then smiled and circled it.
"That's it." I said.
"It is?" John asked.
He got up, "We've gotta go! The game is on!"
~No One's POV~
You were alone. Finally. Your head drooped forward. You were too weak and tired to even care. The only sound you heard was the hum of electricity in the lights above you. You tried to calm yourself down but the pain was just too overwhelming. Tears just kept falling down your face. You had started to believe that you really would die here. That you would never be found. But you didn't want that. You didn't want to be killed by the psycho Moriarty and a little part of you knew that you wouldn't. There was hope. Hope that your parents were looking for you right now and you'd be found. And that's when the door opened.
Footsteps sounded on the ground as someone approached. But that was when you realized, it wasn't just someone. It was two people. You lifted your head and looked up.
"Y/n?" Someone's hushed voice called out.
"Mom? Dad?" You called back.
The footsteps got louder quickly as the two people ran over. You looked at their faces and felt scared.
"Wh-who are you?" You asked, voice wavering.
"My name is John Watson and that is my friend Sherlock Holmes." The shorter man explained. "We're here to take you home." He said.
You smiled at them as they undid your binds. Your arms came free and your legs right after. You immediately stood up but felt a pain in your stomach from the stab wound. You gasped in realization and instinctively leaned on one of them for support. You looked up and saw it was Sherlock being your support.
"We have to get you out of here." Sherlock said.
You nodded and was shocked when he lifted you up. You shrieked slightly but didn't argue. The two of them brought you out of the room. As you all went, Sherlock looked at John.
"We're almost there." He said.
You got close to the door and then...it opened. Jim Moriarty walked in. He looked at John and Sherlock and seemed annoyed.
"Oh no, no, no!" He said, like he was having a temper tantrum. "I go out for a case and I come back to find you two?"
"You should have been more clever." Sherlock said.
"You're right. I should have. And now I've lost." Moriarty said walking past us, hanging his head.
"Why are you being like this?" John asked.
"Like what?" Jim asked, like he was oblivious.
It took a minute before you realized what he was doing. You and Sherlock both gasped at the same time.
"RUN!" You shouted.
John didn't argue and Sherlock already knew why. They both turned and burst through the door just as Moriarty pulled out the activation switch. He had a smile on his face as he pressed the button and it exploded. The ground below exploded. Cracks spread across the ground and debris fell everywhere.
You cling tightly to Sherlock as he ran. You could tell he was having difficulty running while holding you. You watched the ground and timed it just right to jump out of his arms. He was startled but didn't argue with you. You ran alongside him, ignoring the pain in your stomach. Once you had all made it a pretty safe distance away, you all stopped. You bent over and put your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. You turned back and looked at the decimated building.
"Crazy psychopath." You mumbled, still panting.
Sherlock and John both nodded.
"Come on. We've gotta get you to your parents." Sherlock said.
"And wrapped up too." John added, noticing the blood that had stained your shirt.
You nodded and followed them to where they'd hidden their car. Well, John's car. Sherlock drove while John, who you found out was a doctor, wrapped your stomach in the backseat. The night sky flew by as Sherlock drove. Eventually, you pulled up to your home and you got out. Two people emerged from the house and you smiled at them.
"Y/n?" They called out.
You felt tears stinging your eyes and you ran over to them. You immediately gave them a huge hug. They both looked at Sherlock and John.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!" Your Mom said through the tears.
They nodded and couldn't help the smile that displayed itself on their faces. You turned and looked at them. You couldn't seem to help yourself and you rushed over, bringing them into a hug. Both of them were surprised at that.
"Thank you." You whispered, tears slipping down your face.
They pulled away and Sherlock smiled down at you.
"It was our pleasure, y/n."
A/n: Alright! Sorry it took me a while to write this. I had to think of how to do it. So, yay!!! Hope you all enjoyed this little bit of Jimbo in here. If anybody has any requests I'd be happy to take them although if I get too many they may have to go on book 2 when this one is done.
Also, a quick thing. I made another account where I will write different fiction books. The username is kate2003peters and I have one book started. I would love it if you would give me a follow and read some of the books and give feedback. Thank you and I hope you all enjoy! 😁❤️