All My Loving (teen!lock Johnlock/Mystrade)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter 15

Charlie's POV

A month had passed since Jim and I decided to make a real go of things. I was so happy with him that it was almost criminal.

We were out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and Jim and I were sitting opposite each other, gazing into each others eyes. Jim was dressed immaculately as usual, wearing a tidy black suit, his hair slicked back, not a hair out of place. I wore a light blue shirt and black dress trousers, which was my idea of formal. My black hair was tousled fashionably, and I used minimal amounts of gel in it.

Being the gentleman that he was, Jim insisted upon paying for the meal, and I couldn't help but wonder where he got his money. I had been to Jim's house, or rather mansion. He said it was his own place. I knew something was odd about it, but I didn't question it because honestly I didn't want to know the bitter side of things.

After our meal, we went for a stroll through London. The streets were loud and busy as usual, but Jim and I seemed to be in our own little world, blind to the rest of society. We both wore our overcoats, and our gloves hands were adjoined, making us inseparable.

Something was wrong. Jim was acting strange, distant. "Is everything alright, Love?" I asked, squeezing Jim's hand.

He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, and held it up to me. "This is my new cologne. Do you like it?"

I thought it was a bit strange, but Jim was different, in a great way. Jim held the handkerchief up to my nose, and I inhaled, spluttering as I smelt the scent. It was no cologne at all. It had a chemical smell, one that overpowered my senses, making me dizzy. I tried to move away, but Jim held the handkerchief over my face with one hand, while his other arm was wrapped around my waist, using his strength to drag me into an alleyway.

It took me a while to work out what was happening, and when I did, it was too late. I blacked out as soon as I came to the realisation. Jim had just used chloroform to knock me out.

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I woke up to the sound of drums pounding rhythmically, before I realised it was the sound of my head.

I opened my eyes and groaned, shutting them again, as I saw a bright light shining down on me. I could smell disinfectant in the air, and it seemed as though I was in a hospital.

Judging by the metal slab beneath me, I got the idea I wasn't in a hospital. Then the idea occurred to me: what if I was in a morgue? I forced my eyes open again and allowed my eyes to adjust to the harsh light. I tried to sit up, but felt something digging into my arms and legs. I had no recollection of what had happened, and it scared me. It scared me to know I wasn't in control of myself or my life, at that current time.

The ceiling beyond the light was white, and as I looked at the walls as best I could, I saw they too were white. It definitely seemed like some sort of hospital, or a sanitary place of some sort, at least.

My head continued to pound, but emotionally and physically, I was drained. My limbs felt sore and tired, and I just wanted to sleep. My mind was in a whirl because I didn't know what was happening, where I was, anything.

Suddenly, the light went out, leaving me in the darkness. I was frightened beyond belief. I was even more disadvantaged then. I heard a door open and close somewhere and the sounds of footsteps approached me. "Ah, you're awake !" Came a deep, thick Russian accented voice.

"Wh-who are you?" I stammered.

"My name is Dimitri. I will be looking after you while you stay here."

"Where am I? What has happened?"

"You do not remember?" I heard Dimitri tsk at me. "The boss will be pleased." I heard the sound of chair legs scrape against the floor. "He said things would turn out this way, but me? I wasn't so sure. He was right though, of course."

"Jim..." The thought was supposed to remain in my head, but I felt my mouth say his name. Where was Jim? I knew I had been with him before, and we went for a walk, but that was it.

"Who?" Dimitri asked me.

"Jim! Where is Jim?!" I shouted, straining against whatever ground into my wrists and ankles.

"Jim? Oh, right. Don't worry, Jim is perfectly fine."

"If you've hurt him, I swear-"

The door opened and closed again, and new footsteps approached. There were now two people in the room. "Ah, that's my dear Charlie. Always so trusting."

The lights flickered on again, and I saw my boyfriend grinning down at me, a sick look in his eyes that made me shiver. "J-Jim?"

"Oh. Yeah. Hi! In case you can't tell by now, I've kidnapped you."

"Wh-why?" 

Jim sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "I can't reveal everything just now, silly! We have to wait for Sherlock and John to arrive!"

"Oh. And how long will that be?"

"I don't know, a few days, maybe. Sherlock has to work it out first," Jim replied, getting off topic. 

I was absolutely terrfied, and completely confused. Why had Jim kidnapped me? He could've had me anyway, and why was Sherlock and John involved? 

Jim sighed. "Do you want to sit up?" He asked me, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at me. I nodded. 

"You know, this really isn't what I had in mind," I said as Dimitri bound the rope around my hands and legs, strapping me down to the wooden chair I had been placed on. I took a look at the Russian, seeing his longish brown hair falling over his face, his huge biceps ripping as he tightened the rope. "Hey!" I hissed with pain as the rope cut of my circulation. "Can you not?!"

Jim tsked as he watched, tapping his foot impatiently. "This is all very tedious."

"Really? Cause I'm having the time of my life," I replied sarcastically. 

"I know! I'll just kill you for my own entertainment," Jim retorted, pulling a knife out of his breast pocket. 

I knew he was just trying to frighten me (he was doing a damn good job of it) but tears stung my eyes anyway. If I had known Jim was such a psychopath, I wouldn't be with him, but now I knew, only too late.

I only hoped Sherlock and John weren't in on this too. I couldn't handle it if my first friend and love was helping out with his sociopathic machine of a boyfriend destroy me along with Jim. 

"No, don't worry. Sherlock's on the side of the angels. He wouldn't dream of killing you. Unless you touched John or looked at John the wrong way."

I was now facing the door, and saw someone enter, someone I knew all to well. Janine. 

(A/N- I bet you all Janine will be in series 4/5 of Sherlock. Anyway, what do you think about all this now the story is beginning to unfold? >:) . I have so much homework to do but homework stresses me out so I'm going to write another chapter, and hopefully afterwards I'll do some homework. Anyway, please comment/vote/share/follow if you enjoy it! Thanks, lovelies!

-CH xx)