A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So I was perusing Tumblr and came across this writing prompt and ran with it! It's kinda cute....Enjoy<3
John was terrified.
He had been walking home from school when a long black car pulled up beside him. The door had swung open to reveal a man with a gun. He had been ordered to get in the car and stay quiet. Everything he knew about being kidnapped, which was a considerable amount due to his love of mystery novels, told him to not resist. The man had taken his phone and book-bag, leaving him with nothing.
"W-Where are you taking me?" He asked, unable to hide the tremor in his voice. The man glared at him, but didn't say anything. "Why are you doing this? My family doesn't have any money-"
"Shut up kid!" The man snapped, scaring the boy even further. He tried to fight the tears that threatened to fall. He was almost eighteen, he shouldn't be crying like a five-year-old just because he was scared. "Aw, man! Don't cry! I knew this was a bad idea." The man whined, tucking his gun away and running his hands through his hair. John caught sight of glinting metal and felt his chest clench.
"Y-You're a cop?" The man looked at him, his features heavy and almost sad. "I-I don't understand. Am I in trouble?"
"No. Listen, just behave, do as your told, and don't mouth off and I promise you will be fine. No one will hurt you if you just keep your head down and stay quiet." John could see this man wanted nothing to do with this.
"What's your name?" He decided to try and talk his way out, hoping this guy would let him go.
"Greg. Now, no more talking, we are almost there." John chewed at his bottom lip, glancing out the tinted window and wondering if he was going to make it home tonight.
When the car finally pulled to a stop, Greg pulled out his gun again and motioned for John to get out of the car. John obeyed, holding his hands above his shoulders and clambering out of the vehicle, debating on taking his chances with running away. He felt a rough hand on his elbow and flinched, prepared for any blow that may follow.
"Come on." Greg snapped, leading John towards a rather large house. John recognized the place, everyone in town did. It was the Holmes estate. Mycroft Holmes was one of the head members of the local Mafia, completely untouchable to the police and government.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Stop asking questions."
"B-But-" Greg stopped walking and turned John to face him, his face soft and understanding.
"Listen, I know this is scary, and you probably have a ton of questions. But believe me when I tell you; you are not in danger here. No one on these premises will lay a finger on you without my permission or your consent. If you feel at all like your life is in danger, just tell me and I will stop whoever is threatening you. I have a fair bit of pull here so they will listen to me. Understand?" John nodded, feeling only slightly comforted in the presence of his captor. Greg nodded and started walking again, this time tucking his gun away and keeping his grip light on John's elbow.
They reached the door and Greg pulled out a key, unlocking it and pushing the heavy door in. John couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the place. It was old, but had been redecorated to look more modern, with high white ceilings decorated with paintings and tapestries.
"Detective Lestrade, how nice to see you again." An older lady came bustling down the huge staircase, carrying a tray of tea.
"Mrs. Hudson, always a pleasure. Is Myc in his study?"
