Always & Forever (Sherlock Holmes)

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"What do you mean you don't know how to dance?" Sherlock asks surprised. "I mean exactly that. I do not know how to dance I have never been to a ball so I have never need to learn how to" I explain with a shurg of my shoulders. "Alright then, I suppose I could teach you. Come into the center of the room and put one hand of my shoulder and the other arm out to the side" I do what he says and walk into the middle of the room with him and put my hand on his shoulder. Sherlock lifts my arm up into the air on my side. "Now follow my steps and look me in the eyes" Oh God this is going to be embarrassing if I step on his toes. He started to move slowly from left to right. I do what he says and look directly into his eyes and he looks back at me.

We stay like that for a few moments before he spins me suddenly. I let out a small gasp as I bumb back into him. After the bump I notice we are closer than what we were before. "Where did you learn to do this?" I ask almost unaudible in a whisper. "My mother taught me, she said it would come handy one day when I met the right women" I hum under my breath.

I am still looking at him and he lowers his face inching it closer to mine. I also find myself pulling my face closer to his, I know shocking right? He got so close that I could feel his breath hitting my lips. Our eyes never left each other's.

To both of our disappointment, there is a loud knock on the door before we could close the gap between us. I groan in agitation before leaving Sherlock and walking towards the door. I recompose myself before opening the heavy wooden door.

"Oh, Hello" I said surprised. There was a small girl crying on the other side of the door. "My mums sick and someone told me that you would help" she said hiccuping through the words. "OK lead the way honey" I told the girl before turning to Sherlock. "I'll be back in 30 minutes if not, well I guess I died" I said with a chuckle, but he obviously did not find it amusing and he had a frown etched onto his face. That look alone was amusement enough for me however.

The little girl lead me through different alleyways and weaved in and out of people, though that bit was a lot easier for her to do unlike me. We had been walking for a good 10 minutes when she came to a stop in a abandoned hut. Walking in I expected there to be a woman waiting for assistance, but for some odd reason there was not. "Wheres your mother" I turn to the girl and ask. "I'm sorry miss, they said they were going to give me good money to bring you here" pay her good money to get me here? Who wants me to be here? "Whatever do you mean?" Before she could answer the question a couple of men stepped out from another room. One man handed the girl a couple of notes and she thanked him and then went off on her way. "Who are you?" I ask trying not to let my voice tremble. But let's be honest here, I am terrified.

"You have something of ours, we want it back" the man that handed the girl the money said. "I don't know what your talking about. I haven't taken anything" my voice was merely a whisper. He looked me up and down before signaling to one of his men. What they were doing I had not the slightest clue.

"Sorry pretty lady" another man said before something was covering my nose and mouth. It smelled terrible and it made me want to gag. My eyes watered and whatever was on the peace of cloth was very potent. I fought back as much as I could, throwing my body back and kicking my legs, hoping to hit the man behind me. But it was useless. Before long I felt tired. I stopped fighting and it took all of my strength just to stay awake. My head slightly slumped forward and my arms dropped to my sides. I could not fight whatever was on that rag any longer. Before I could drift of completely though, the man that had accused me of stealing came up and grabbed my chin in his hands tightly. "You will tell us where it is and if not, your little boy toy will pay" little boy toy? Oh my, they mean to hurt Sherlock. I came to the realization that I care about him a tad more than what I thought I did. The thought of them hurting him made me want to cry and scream. But I could do nothing and he could protect himself right? I mean he is a danm good detective. And who knows maybe he will find me.

With that last thought I slipped away into darkness.