Sherlock x OC - The Black Masquerade Mask (Book 1)

Drugged

I walked back to my secret apartment, and decided to have a cigarette to cool my nerves. Today was crazy and things went a little out of hand.

I turned my phone on to find 10 texts from Mycroft and 2 from John, and none from Sherlock.

I knew this day would come, but once I explain everything to them I'm pretty sure everything will be fine.

My phone started ringing, snapping me out of my thoughts and it was Jim.

"Hello?" I answered in the calmest voice possible. But honestly? I was freaking out from everything. "Where are you? Wanna meet up for some tea?" Jim asked. "Now? It's after midnight are you okay?" I asked, it's a little odd for Jim to call me right now for tea. He didn't seem okay and his voice was cold not amused as he always is.

"I'm not sure I'm okay, I might be getting in trouble with the British government soon. It can end bad this time" Jim informed me, he was direct.

"Jim, don't worry whatever it is we'll get you out of it, I'm feeling really ill I wish I could come over but it's that time of the month and my back is killing I need to rest..." I said hoping he'd be convinced and just go to sleep.

"Eww Ema! I didn't need to know that jeez tmi" Jim commented, his voice was a little more relaxed now and I was relieved myself. Nervous Jim isn't something you see everyday, and I bet he wouldn't have called me if he wasn't seriously questioning his situation. "Alright just get some wine in you, and go to bed. We'll talk tomorrow" I wished him a goodnight and he hung up.

Just then I heard a voice behind me, and a gun was being pointed to my back. "Put your hands up, and get in the car" A whisper came to my ear making me shiver. "Jeez, don't spit in my ear and at least let me finish my cigarette first, I haven't smoked all day, stranger who wants to kidnap me" I said trying to annoy the guy before shooting a bullet to his head.

"GET IN THE DAMN CAR NOW!" He yelled at me now. Oh how interesting, I felt the blood being rushed as my adrenaline got higher.

I stood there taking a puff of my cigarette completely ignoring, I exhaled the smoke and the guy seemed to get really irritated now. "I'm going to say this one more time, my patience is wearing thin"

"Kiss my ass, you and your patience can go fuck yourselves" I said dropping the cigarette to the floor and squished it with my boots. I saw his hand coming forward to knock me out, I grabbed his hand took a knife out of my pocket just to let it land in his wrist.

His other hand went for my throat just as I stabbed him, and he was trying to choke me. Is there anyone who's not trying to kill me today? I heard my phone started ringing in the middle of the attack, the noise distracted me and I got a blow to my head making me lose balance to land on the hard pavement floor.

"What the fuck was that asshole!" I screamed at him trying to get up, my head was all fuzzy and I couldn't see properly. I took the 9 mm out of my bra and fired him, I was seeing double vision and couldn't aim properly. 

Just when he fell to the ground, two other men came out of the car screaming in French. "L'agneau ne peut pas se manipuler!" (Asshole cannot handle himself) "La pépre le frappa" (The bitch shot him) 

"Oh shit, I'm in deep trouble" I quickly stood up and started running away, I was dizzy as hell and I was still a little buzzed from my cigarette.

The car started driving in the direction I was running in, I took a turn to end up in an alley. I felt someone sneak up behind me forcing a cloth into my mouth. I felt myself pass out.

"YOU DRUGGED ME? YOU DRUGGED ME TO GET ME HERE? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" I yelled at Mycroft as he sat in his office, behind his desk staring coldly at me.John and Sherlock were present too seated beside each other. 

Let's back up a bit, I woke up HANDCUFFED with two security guards in the room both fully armed. When I asked where am I, one of the guys texted Mycroft and told him I was awake leading to Mycroft the asshole to come get me.

"Good morning, traitor rise and shine" Mycroft said giving me a bitter smile. "You were the one who drugged me?" "To the office, do follow" He said ignoring my question and leaving the room. I got up out of the chair I was sitting on and followed Mycroft to the office.

I saw Sherlock and John there, none of them said anything. I was coming to my senses now, everything from last night came back and I realized I was in deep shit with Mycroft. I grew nervous when I realized he'd actually put me into cuffs and drugged me to get me here.

"Emeraude, sit down yelling won't benefit you in any way" Mycroft said in the calmest tone ever. I saw the two guards stand beside me, as if threatening if I made any move they'd kill me or something.

I sat down facing Sherlock and John I looked at Mycroft and asked him "Why am I in handcuffs Mycroft?" I said begging my inner demons to calm the hell down. I was angry, nervous, and confused as hell.

"You went behind my back Emeraude, what did you expect? A giant teddy bear with chocolates?" Mycroft said his expression as cool as an ice cube. "Except, I didn't go behind your back. I did this to protect Sherlock" I glanced at Sherlock who was looking at me.

"Last time I checked, protecting my brother didn't involve you uniting with your brother, pointing a gun at him in the pool. Oh and let's not forget that the evil mastermind brother of yours is actually Jim Moriarty!" Mycroft said with a little bit of expression in his voice.

"I united with him just to know his plans! Mycroft believe me! Come on what is wrong with you? It's me! I'm not a monster!" I stood screaming trying to make a point just to find the two guards in attack mode.

 "GET. THEEE.  FUCK. OUT OF MY FACE I WONT ATTACK MYCROFT I HAVENT LOST IT YET!" I yelled at the two guards they just stayed still which pissed me off even more.

 "Emeraude, you need to calm down so we can converse properly. Why haven't you said anything about Moriarty? I need the truth out of you and if you fail to give me the truth you're going back to the disgusting dungeon in prison" Mycroft said with a sharp tone, his state was scary. He didn't need to yell to put me in my place. His tone gave it all away. 

"I'll tell you everything, but I'm going to need your protection" I said looking down. 

A knock came to the door, a man with a folder stepped in and placed it on Mycroft's desk. Mycroft opened the folder, and took several pictures out and passed them to me. 

"Should I be hearing an explanation as to why this man is in the hospital because you shot him? AND stabbed him in the wrist as well?" Mycroft asked glaring daggers into my head.