Officially Cumberbatched? A sequel to 'Well and truly Cumberbatched'

Chapter 15 *Alternating P.O.V's*

AN: In this chapter, we're going to be switching between Ben and Rosie's P.O.V given that it's easier to write these (somewhat) short bursts as one chapter rather that multiple really short chapters. Wherever it has "Ben-" or "Rosie-" (without the "" marks) you'll know who's perspective I'm in at the time. Enjoy, vote and comment! (only if you want to) Also, thank you for reading! :0) 

Ben-

Halfway to Kent. Halfway to saving them, well, at least finding them, hoping for the best but preparing for the worst like Detective Bennet said. I felt Phoebe take my hand, I squeezed hers back. It was silent in the car.

We all were. 

Only one thing stuck in my mind. Get Rosie, get Merlin. Alive, no matter the price. Detective Bennett radio'd in sometime later. Michael was driving, Tom had the radio in his hand in the front passenger seat.

"Mark two, mark two. This is mark one. Do you copy? Over" he said.

"Affirmative, this is mark two. Over" Tom replied.

It was about 2:30AM now, the streets were quiet. Uncomfortably so. We were in Maidstone, about 10 minutes from Sandy Crescent road. The fog was so thick tonight it was hard to clearly see where we were going, even with full beam headlights on.

Of all the nights for the weather to not be on our side. 

"Mark two. Mark two. In 9 minutes we're pulling up three doors down. On the count of two leave the car, regroup and stand behind me. We're going to form a cross formation as we walk, eyes and ears everywhere. On my signal, and only on my signal we go in. The house is going to be surrounded by unmarked officers, you'll be safe. Do you comply. Over." Detective Bennett said.

"Message received. Over." Tom firmly replied, his jaw was clenched but he stayed calm, we all had to be. 

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Rosie- 

I opened my eyes to find I was handcuffed to and my feet were bound to a bed, it was rock hard and beyond uncomfortable, as if I wasn't sore enough. The room resembled nothing more than a blank canvas merely for sleeping in, animals like these clearly didn't care for decoration. There wasn't much in here, just the bed, a desk scattered with stuff, piles of clothes and books.

The only light in here came from a cheap garish yellow bulb in the ceiling. The room was a reflection of Anna and Jacob- vile, in every sense of the word. The overwhelming stench of stale urine didn't help. 

Anna was fast asleep next to me. There was no sign of Merlin.

Merlin. 

I quietly took in a few painful breaths, oh Jesus it ached so bad to breathe. I looked around the room, trying to remember everything I saw, my head was killing me though, I'm not sure how many more hits I can take, everything feels fuzzy already. I looked over at the large wall by the door and saw it was covered in pictures.

They were from magazines, some were Polaroid, some printed off on paper. There were notes everywhere, connected by strings and pins. My eyes widened when I saw the top of a list she had next to the collage of pictures.

'The hit list' it read. A list of women linked to men I can only assume she wants to date or is infatuated with. Oh god, of all the people in the world to be kidnapped by it had to be this psychopathic son of a bitch. 

'I officially cannot catch a fucking break', I thought to myself. 

I read the list. I needed to remember this, it could save someone else from this fate if I, no when I escape, I've gotta think positive. Come on Rosalind, you're not dying like this, not today.