Sherlock imagines

Meeting Moriarty (part 2)

The limo pulled up outside a rather abandoned looking hotel. The neon sign outside was flickering and only a few letters on it could be made out. About half the Windows were smasher and the other half were missing entirely. As you looked over at Jim he was on the phone facing away from you. He was calling Sherlock...
"Oh hello Mr Holmes.... I have your little kitten here and if you ever want to see her again..... Come and get her.." He sighed a little and chuckled down the phone "tick-tock mr Holmes, tick-tock..."

As soon as the call was over, he spun on his heel to face you. Slowly, he approached and planted a light kiss on your forehead. You didn't let this scare you... Sherlock always taught you how to deal with situations when you were frightened and you knew exactly what to do "Westwood... Nice. I have to say, I prefer Christian Lebutin" you smiled at him as he shook his head and sighed.
"Well well well... You are a feisty one."
He grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you inside the hotel as you screamed out "SHERLOCK!!" His face winced at the thought of being discovered and as quick as a shot he stabbed you in the side of the neck and everything went black.

'Not again...' You thought to yourself as reality faded out into nothingness