I Believe In Sherlock Holmes

Getting Saved

John's POV
Sherlock just started running after Mel's cab. Something must've been wrong. I just hope that Mel is okay.
Mel's POV
When I saw that my cabbie driver was the one that kidnapped me. I just hope that John and Sherlock are okay. They should be looking for me now hopefully. When the cabbie came back I sat straight up.
"Please. What do you want?" I muttered. Every word bringing me pain.
"I want Sherlock Holmes handed to me on a silver platter." He answered.
Sherlock's POV
I followed the cab to a college. I knew that she was inside. I heard John come up behind me but I didn't pay much attention because I was in my mind palace. I was trying to figure out how I could get in without setting the alarms that the cabbie obviously set up around the perimeter of the college.
"Sherlock what is going on?" John yelled at me.
"Someone took your sister. And bought her here and I'm in my mind palace trying to think of a way to get past the alarms that are surrounding your sister. By the way do you know how to get past alarms?"
"Yes you go to the power box that controls the power of the building." John said.
"Oh right, *cough*, let's go then."
Mel's POV
Suddenly the alarms turned off. I looked around in surprise. This is a trick. They wouldn't be able to find me that quick. Could they?
Well apparently they could because a few seconds later John stormed through the door but stopping dead in his tracks when he saw me. Well not me specifically, but the state I was in.
"Oh my god." He said his eyes wide in shock.
"Come on John it's not that bad." I said giving him a weak smile.
"Mel, you have been tortured and raped. This is bad."
"What are you talking about?" I asked my eyes widening in shock when he said the word 'rape'.
"SHERLOCK!!" John yelled finally rushing to my side to give me medical attention.
"Sherlock's here? That's what the man wants." I told him weakly.
"Don't worry Mel. You'll be fine!" John said convincing himself more then me.
"John I don't feel well." I said as he helped me up.
"Shhh, shh. That is to be expected. SHERLOCK!" John called again.
Then that's when Sherlock walked in with all his glory. John handed me over to Sherlock and went to go find the cabbie.
"I muttered your name." I said weakly under my breath. "Before I passed out. But I don't know why." I said.
My knees buckled and Sherlock picked me up bridle style and soon I fell asleep in his arms. I got saved.
Sherlock's POV
She said my name before she passed out in the cab. Even through I was a complete jerk to her. She said my name. Not John's, not her ex-boyfriend's or any family member, no she said my name. She can stay in Baker Street as long as she would like.