BBC Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock x Reader | Abducted

Description: While walking to your car on your way home from work, you are abducted. Sherlock saves you.
Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Anger, Fluff.
Word Count: 1705
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If Mondays weren't already terrible enough, this definitely added to the downward spiral that is my day.

"Y/n, I'm going to need you to work late tonight, you're way behind lately." Greg says to me.

"Great, perfect, fan-fucking-tastic." I say under my breath as he walks away.

Scotland Yard. Not the worst job, not the best job. But definitely a handful, the overtime, the paperwork, the lack of coffee machines, and not to mention Anderson. Need I say more?

On his way back around, Greg sets three files on my desk and leaves; rather swiftly as well. Sherlock must've called him.

(Time skip)
12:47am

I sigh as I stand up from my chair, stretching my body earning cracks from joints. I grab the finished work and place it in Lestrade's office before leaving the building.

The streets are empty, literally. Not a parked car in sight, or a pair of headlights roaming the blank roads. For a second I wonder if I had been so focused on my work that there was an evacuation I didn't hear about, but then I see a man walking down the street. Unless he didn't get the message either, I'm pretty sure I'm safe.

I came to work in the afternoon, so my car is parked a couple blocks away due to the lack of spots available earlier. It's cold outside, so I wrap my coat around me as I walk to my car.

I'm not one to usually get unsettling feelings, but for some reason, I feel my heart racing. It's telling me, "Danger! Danger!" And I can't help but start to panic a little. About what? I don't know, let's find out.

I look around me, and there's nothing strange. Just a regular dark night, a tinge creepy but that's what darkness does to the world. I see more cars now, which is reassuring, and one turns down the street. It's a nice car, expensive looking, ice white with chrome accessories. After admiring it I turn my attention back towards where I'm headed.

I finally reach my car, and find a ticket placed under the windshield wiper.

"For fuck's sake!" I grunt, cramming the slip of paper into my bag.

I hear something behind me, and I turn around to find the source, and see three men, all taller and buffer than me, standing just a few feet away.

"Can I help you with something?" I ask.

A bald man in a white shirt steps forward and grabs my wrists, the other two follow quickly and pick me up. I scream and thrash around, trying to get anyone to hear me. I look down the street and see the same man I saw walking earlier, now running towards me, but he's too far away, and doesn't make it to me before they shove me into a vehicle. I try desperately to claw my way out of the car, but get distracted by a pricking feeling on my skin. Suddenly, I feel extremely fatigued, I can't move my hands or really anything. I try to fight it, knowing they drugged me, but lose and fall back, shutting my eyes.

(Time skip)

I wake up, almost thinking the entire thing wasn't real. That I wasn't abducted and instead am laying in my bed at home, beside Sherlock. Finding out it's real, is unbearable. Every second worse than the last.

Bits and pieces come back; getting out of the car, being thrown to the ground and tied up. I reach my hand up to my cheek, feeling a large swollen bump and dried blood where smooth skin used to lay. I get a flash of what happened when I got the wound. The blindfold they had placed on my eyes fell loose, and draped low. The bald man noticed, and immediately struck me, yelling and cursing at me.