I was panting. I didn't know he was this fast. At least this part of the plan didn't involve running anymore.
It was simple. I just had to pretend like I'm curious or I'm trying to break in. It would seem fishy, so they'll come to window to see better. Then they'll notice me and they'll panic. When they run down to the door, Sherlock will get cracking on arresting them or whatever he does.
I tried jumping over the fence.
Nothing happened.
I started to feel stressed out. What if he got the wrong house?
I looked back at him.
He was staring at the house calmly. There was no sign of doubt in them.
Actually, he looked like he's been...
Suddenly I felt a cold hand against my mouth.
I clutched at those hands and tried to scream but I couldn't. The hands were gripping around my face.
Then 2 other hands caught me around my waist, dragging me backwards.
I jerked downwards and tried to run away...
But they were too strong.
I was wriggling and tumbling when I noticed Sherlock.
He was standing there and watching.
Why Isn't he coming to save me?? Help!!!
And then it hit me right away. All he said. All he was planning for.
All he can think of. His cases. Nothing else.
He isn't coming to save me.
He didn't want to arrest or attack them.
He wanted them to catch me.
It makes sense now. All his words.
"why are you giving me a GPS locator? I'm not gonna run away or anything."
"keep that in your pocket," he said stiffly, "you'll need it."
I watched him miserably as they dragged me into the mansion, screaming internally for help.
And then I remember nothing except a wet cloth against my mouth.
