Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

A Pesky Fly

I didn't tell Sherlock about the graffiti. I just sit silently in the cab. He seemed to notice, frowning slightly at me.

"Whats wrong?" He asked

"What? Oh, nothing" I lied

"Tell me"

"There were these messages, on the wall. One of them was left for me because it was a quote from the letter. The other..."

"What did they say?"

"'I am coming -JM' That was the one left for me. The other was a heart, in flames. Inside it said "I'll burn you"

Sherlock sat back and placed his hands together against his lips. He closed his eyes and I could tell I wasn't going to get him to talk any more.

"Sherlock?" I tried anyway, no luck.

"Sherlock?" I asked 10 minutes later

Another ten minutes later, I asked "Where are we going?" He opened his eyes.

"To catch a spider."

My mind flashed back to what he had said about Moriarty being a spider...

"No. No way!" I said realizing what he meant. "No way, let me out!" I took my seat belt off, suddenly panicking. "Sherlock let me out! I don't want to meet him!"

"Jane, calm down." He said "You're perfectly safe."

"How do you know?!" I yelled

"Because you're with me."

***

I didn't stop panicking when we got to the place. A park of all places, A bloody park. I followed Sherlock out, keeping close, and a weary eye on the park. It was about 7 in the morning, and still fairly dark. 

"Sherlock..." I said as he stepped off the path and into some trees. "How do you know where he is?"

"I don't"

"Why are we here then?!" I said, loosing my patience again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure- I shook it off. Just a figure. 

"Because,  Moriarty isn't stupid. He'll have people following your every move."

"How are we gonna get him then?" I tucked my hair behind my ear. Sherlock sighed. The figure moved.

"We're not."

"I don't like this, I want to go back." I said, shivering more from fear than cold. 

"Don't be stupid." He said, obviously mad that I was frightened. He didn't care one bit. I couldn't help thinking that if John was here it'd be different. John seemed nice, unlike this guy.

"Please, can we go." I said again nearly crying. The figure was getting closer. It was probably just a normal person but I was paranoid.

"Go yourself." Sherlock mumbled. I narrowed my eyes at him, my fear replaced with anger. I pulled my hood up over my eyes and turned away.

I kept walking, out of the trees. Sherlock was probably still oblivious to the fact I'd gone. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the path. And then, just as I was expected, someone grabbed me. 

I just had enough time to let out a scream before a gloved hand covered my mouth. It was getting light, and people would start coming into the park soon. The man dragged me behind a tree and tried to tie my hands. I kicked and squirmed but his grip was like steel. I bit into the hand at my mouth, through the thin glove, and as soon as it left my mouth, I screamed. The man slammed me into the ground. Stars clouded my vision.

"You shouldn't have done that" He hissed at me. I kicked at him but his knees held mine to the floor. I felt warm blood start to bloom on my forehead. Just when I thought I would pass out, the man was pulled from on top of me. 

I scrambled out of the way, to see Sherlock- his arm around the guy's neck in a death grip. He pulled his gun out and pointed it at his head. 

"What does Moriarty want?" Sherlock asked calmly

The man grinned "Her"

"Why?" Sherlock clicked the safety off his gun

"It'd be a pleasure to die for him."

"Why" Sherlock growled, repeating the question and pressing the barrel of the gun into his temple

"I can't tell you. All I can say is this," He turned to me, grinning still, I moved backwards on my hands until my back hit another tree. "We've left you a surprise at Baker Street." He began to laugh. Sherlock hit him with the butt of his gun and he collapsed to the ground. I swallowed and used the tree for support as I got up.

"Are you alright?" Sherlock said standing in front of me. I blinked my eyes. 

"Yeah, yeah I- I think so." Present, present, present at baker street

"We have to go. Now."

"Why, whats wrong?" I said, stumbling slightly

"Moriarty's broken into baker street." Sherlock called for a taxi.

Oh no  I thought,  Martha.