The Final Problem (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 8: The Final Problem

"Hello? Hello? Are you still there?" A girl's voice asked as lights turn on over Sherlock, who was sprawled face first on top of a table.

Groaning, Sherlock pushes himself up on to his arms, putting one hand to the side of his head. "Yes. Yeah; no, I'm-I'm still here. I'm here." He replied, weakly. He looks around and sees that he is in a small rectangular room with black walls and floor. He also noticed that someone put his belstaff coat on him.

"You went away. You said you'd help me and you went away." The girl said, tearfully.

"Yes, I know. Well, I'm sorry about that. We-we-we must have got cut off. Um...." replied Sherlock as he turns onto one elbow and shakes his head. "How-how-how long was I away?" He asked her.

"Hours. Hours and hours. Why don't grown-ups tell the truth?" She asked him.

"No, I-I-I am telling the truth. You can trust me." said Sherlock.

"Where did you go?" She asked him.

Sherlock looks up and sees a large metal grill in the ceiling and the night sky above. Although the sky is mostly cloudy, part of it is clear and shows a full moon. He slides his legs around to the side of the table and said. "I'm not completely sure." He sits on the edge of three table and looks around the walls, then slowly stands up. "Um, now, I tell you what. You-you've got to be really, really brave for me." He said as he leans down and picks up a nearby lantern from the floor. "Can you go to the front of the plane? Can you do that?" He asked her, walking across one of the walls; holding up the lantern.

"The front?" She asked.

"Yes." Sherlock replied.

The light from the lantern showed that many pictures have been stuck on the walls.

All of the nearby ones are large photographs of Sherlock when he was a child. "That's right; the front." He said.

"You mean where the driver is?" She asked.

"Yes, that's it." He replied as he keeps looking at the pictures. "Are you there yet?" He asked the girl but the response he got was not from the girl.

"Yeah, I'm here." John replied as he stands up abruptly and realized that he was sitting in water.

"John!" Sherlock exclaims.

"Yeah." John said.

"Where are you?" Sherlock asked.

"I don't know. I've just woken up. Where are you?" John asked as he looks around him.

"I'm in another cell. I just spoke to the girl on the plane again. We've been out for hours." Sherlock replied.

"What, she's still up there? John asked.

"Yes. The plane will keep flying until it runs out of fuel." Sherlock replied as John raises his head to look upwards. "Is (y/n) or Mycroft with you?" Sherlock asked.

"I have no idea. I can hardly see anything. (Y/N)? Mycroft?" John shouts.

Sherlock runs his hand over his face, looking worried. His heart beated rapidly when there was no reply until...

He heard someone groan. Sherlock gasped as John looks around and sees you just a few feet away from him. "(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?" John asked as you blink and shake your head.

"Ugh....John?" You said, groggy.

"(Y/N)!" You hear Sherlock say in your earpiece.

"Sherlock? Where are you? Where are we?" You asked, frantically.