Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

Drugged

The run to my cell was uneventful. Except for the every now and again Scotland yard car passing. The vehicles would slow as if looking for something or someone in particular. I doubted that Sherlock would go to them for help but he's done it in the past so I didn't put it past him to.

I made my way slowly along the streets until I made it to my destination. A quaint little town home on the bank. I pulled the key out of my shoe and unlocked the door. The lights turned on immediately blinding me in the process. I covered my eyes and heard a chuckle. Someone was here with me. Someone was in this room.

I cursed and blinked to get used to the light shutting the door behind me. Who ever was in here turned the lights down so they were not as bright and I stood in shock when I caught sight of them. Jim was standing in front of me.

"You failed," His voice was deep angry. "Did you really think I was dead all this time? I was merely putting myself out of the picture to set up for the next steps." He walked closer to me and grabbed my jaw roughly turning my head to the side. His eyes bore into the hicky on my jaw. "Moving on so quickly. I'm disappointed."

He let go of my face and I was still to shocked to move from my place in the room. He turned around and walked into the little kitchen that connected into the living room. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the shelf. Grabbing two glasses he set them on the table and beckoned me over. I followed his silent command and sat down in one of the six wood chairs surrounding the table.

He set a glass on the table in front of me and set the bottle down in between us. He took his own glass and downed it in one go. He poured another and sat across from me. His black hair adorned his face in almost a baby fashion. It made him seem younger, hungrier. He murderous intent hidden behind his brown eyes. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket and set it on the table between us.

I blinked a few times thinking this was a test. I drank the alcohol in my glass and poured another before making my move. I grabbed the dagger and stabbed it into the table centimeters from his hand. He chuckled dryly at my actions. "Who the hell are you?" I growled.

A laugh answered me. Then another and another. The room was filling and fast. Jim surrounded me at every side. His eyes tearing me to pieces. His smile cracking my walls. His laugh braking me in two. My whole body ached for him to hold me. Then i woke up gasping.

I was in a cell in Scotland yard. Sherlock and John were standing outside my cell with an officer I had never seen before. They were talking intently and seriously. How the hell did I end up here. I was at the home, I was drinking. Damn I must have taken to much oxy. Shit. I was wired at this moment. I felt my body move before I even thought about what I was doing.

I grabbed Sherlocks sleeve and pulled him against the bars. "I'll kill you for that mark Sherlly." I growled at him and he pulled away disgusted with my actions. His disgust was enough to make any normal person crack under the pressure. John just gave me a sympathetic nod. The officer was extremely confused.

"Anyway we found her trying to break into a neighbors potted plants. She's all yours Sherlly." The officer laughed before tossing him the keys and walking away. Sherlock grumbled at the officers actions before he handed the keys to John who unlocked the cell. I stumbled out and almost fell on my face and was caught before I hit the floor by John who struggled to keep me up.

"Sherlock a little help?" John gasped under my weight. I would have been more offended if I wasn't high as hell. Or well I guess hell is down so high as heaven. I chuckled when Sherlock picked me up and carried me bridal style to John's car. Wait John had a car? A woman opened the doors and helped Sherlock get me into the car.

"Thank you Mary." Sherlock said as he climbed in after they sat me up in the seat. She sighed and kissed the side of Sherlocks head. I felt a pang of jealousy at her actions. Why did I feel that? I have no fucking clue.

"(Y/N) Your talking out loud dear." I felt my face go scarlet at Johns words. I had been saying everything I thought I was thinking in the last five minutes. The woman named Mary laughed and Sherlock had turned a light shade of pink.

"I will refrain from doing it again dear." Mary said as she turned the car on and began driving back to Baker street. The drive was short and so was my attention span at the moment. I felt sick and extremely tired. The movements of the car were not helping.

      When my door opened I almost fell face first onto the asphalt below me. I groaned as I felt someone lift me into their arms. The world had started to spin around me as if I had been drugged. My head hurt and I felt as if I was going to throw up my lunch. Wait, I didn't have any lunch. What time was it anyways? It doesn't matter.

     The slow motion walking to the door, then everything speeding up as they carried me up the stairs was to much for me to handles and I squeezed my eyes shut. Groaning I turned in their arms and felt my face connect with something hard but also strangely soft. I snuggled closer not really thinking about what I was doing. I felt as if my world was caving.

      I felt myself being put down on what I assumed to be a couch and a blanket being thrown over me. I pulled the blanket closer around me and under my chin. It was soft and fuzzy and I hummed as I got comfortable on the couch.

      "John did you get the violin?" Sherlock asked John as he entered the room with the box that my belongings were in. I guess I did end up getting my things. I wonder how I did. I opened my eyes and watched as he set it on the floor next to the television set. My eyes were drawn to the screen almost immediately following.

    
     "Sherlock." I croaked. He looked to me and my eyes were wide with fear at what was playing out on the screen. An explosion had gone off where my home used to be. Well i couldn't exactly call it a home. It was where I was locked up. A helicopter was flying over the scene and written on the road and bright yellow spray paint read,

"Miss Me?"