Deducing Romance

Underdeveloped Kidnapping

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"Wakey wakey!" I heard a voice chant. I slowly opened my eyes, and found myself to be tied to a chair. Typical... I looked up at the person from which the voice came from. "Eli Andrews?" I didn't know whether to be shocked or not. Of course he would kidnap me if I was so close to solving the case. "Bingo." He smiled. "Looks like you cracked the case before the brilliant Sherlock Holmes could. I'm impressed." I rolled my eyes and looked around, thinking of possible ways to escape. "Look, Eli... I take no interest in what you want from me at all. What's your plan? Killing me and destroying all evidence I had against you?" He nodded. "Pretty much, yes." I shook my head. "It's far too late for that. Sherlock knows everything. If you kill me, you'll be discovered by him immediately." He chuckled to himself. "Do you think I'm that much of an idiot, Zinnia? I kidnapped you for a reason. Knowing Sherlock, he will go looking for you immediately, and his clues will lead him to this location. He'll come in and we'll have him captured too."

I narrowed my eyes at him and examined his features. Average build, well groomed, cheap clothing... He thinks of himself as a genius, though his plan says otherwise. He probably hasn't thought too deep. I'm sure his ideas are still underdeveloped. He is so sure that it will work perfectly that he doesn't have a plan B. "There is still John Watson, isn't there? Plus, Sherlock isn't stupid either. He'll realize what you're doing." I said this calmly, not very worried with the circumstances. I didn't know Sherlock well enough to know he would outsmart this plan, but I placed my trust on the man, nonetheless.

"John Watson follows Sherlock everywhere he goes. We'll have a spot ready for him too... and Sherlock is a clever man, yes. But, anyone can be outsmarted." He snickered and looked out the window. I looked down at my body. No signs of injury... not even a scratch. If he wanted my computer files and information on the case, he could have simply tortured the answers out of me. He didn't even make an attempt to do so. Perhaps he hasn't thought that far? Nonsense, nobody would carry out a plan like this without thinking about all possible sources. Maybe he doesn't know that I had saved the information. Hmmm...

Eli waited impatiently, continuing to peer out the window. "Why isn't he here?" he seemed upset, expecting Sherlock to have arrived by now. "Maybe he is here." I said, shrugging. Suddenly I heard footsteps, and peered over towards the door, and it was none other than Sherlock. I smiled, delighted to see him... which was odd, because I knew he would come anyway. Eli's eyes widened, and he tried his hardest not to show hesitation. "Ah, seems as though the lady was correct, as expected." Sherlock looked over at me, a hidden grin on his face. "B-b-but what about my men? They were suppose to capture you!" Eli was as confused as ever. "Oh, well I had John take care of them." Sherlock responded, and John appeared behind him with a bloody nose. "Man, they really put up a fight." I narrowed my brow. "You managed to fight with several men and that's all the damage they put on you?" John smiled. "I'm a soldier." I shook my head. "No, you're a doctor." He sighed. "You're like a clone of Sherlock, dear god."

"Silence!" Eli held up a gun and pointed it at Sherlock. "Are you guys seriously making a joke out of this?" He looked extremely angry, you could see the veins popping from his forehead. Sherlock scoffed. "This whole plan was a joke to begin with." I laughed a little at his remark. This just grew Eli's anger. "Shut up! I will shoot!" Sherlock crossed his arms. "Well what are you waiting for? Go right on ahead. You don't scare me Eli." Eli tilted his head and pointed his gun at me. At this, Sherlock's eyes widened just a bit and he made a 'I made the wrong choice, didn't I?' expression. Still, he tried to keep cool so that Eli would see that I meant nothing to Sherlock. Eli held his finger on the trigger, quite nervous as to what he would do, but he finally made up his mind. He shot, the bullet just barely brushing off of my skin. I looked down at my bleeding chest. The wound was nothing major, it just left a mark. Still, it hurt like bloody hell.

I looked back up, first at Eli, he seemed scared. He was shaking as he held the gun. "S-see what happens when you underestimate me?" I then looked over at Sherlock. His eyes were cold and dead, staring at Eli. "Sher...locked." All of a sudden the police bursted through the door, running towards Eli. I was feeling faint, and John rushed over to me, taking out a first aid kit and trying his best to fix my wound.