BBC Sherlock imagines

I'm Sorry

You and Sherlock had been arguing and you had stormed out of 221B. You ignored John's attempt to try and stop you and made your way out onto the streets of London. Just as you slammed the door behind you, two men walked past giving you a weird look which you didn't appreciate at all, but you chose to ignore them and make your way out onto the pavement. This was a mistake however because once the lady at the end of the road turned the corner, the two men spun back around and approached you. You were about to ask if you could help them when one grabbed both of your arms while the other put one hand over your mouth while the other inserted a long needle into your neck. You tried to shout but you were suddenly incapable of making any sound and and you felt you legs give way beneath you. They lowered to to the ground and the last thing you remembered was the unsettling smirks on their faces before your eyelids dropped and you were completely unconscious.
Sherlock's POV:
After he's calmed down, John convinced Sherlock to go and try to find you. He had some clue as to where you'd be but when he steeped outside the house and saw drops of blood on the pavement he knew that something had gone very wrong. Any other person would've seen them and assumed someone would've had a nosebleed or something; if they'd noticed them at all. But not Sherlock. He began to panic and rushed back inside and shouted for John who came rushing down quickly at the tone of his friend's voice. Sherlock quickly explained what he thought must've happened but his emotions prevented him from thinking of any rational solution. John, however, was able to stay calm and rational- probably thanks to his army training- and suggested they go to Lestrade at Scotland Yard for help. "No, Mycroft's faster. You go to Scotland Yard and I'll go to him." he said, his head clearing up a bit. John nodded and began walking but not before he added "your homeless network could help too". Sherlock began on his way as fast as he could and left a note to a girl sat on the curb with a twenty pound note attached. When he reached Mycroft's work he stormed in, not letting security stop him, and told Mycroft exactly what had happened. Mycroft liked you too and knew you were good for Sherlock so didn't hesitate to get some of his best people on the lookout for you in the field and in offices. When Sherlock was satisfied he went out to look for you himself but couldn't think of who would've taken you. Moriarty was dead and his network was destroyed and Sherlock hadn't been back on the job long enough to make any dangerous enemies that he could think of. He walked around for hours, constantly dropping in to ask members of his homeless network who hadn't picked anything yet. He was slowly losing hope but he refused to give in.
Your POV
When you regained consciousness you had no idea where you were and how long you'd been out of it. All you could see was darkness but you could hear muffled voices coming from somewhere. Your head hurt and it felt as if every ounce of energy in body had been sucked out and you were weaker than ever. You couldn't fight it any longer and the weakness took over. You were unconscious again.

The next time you awoke, it was to a a large pair of hands lifting you off the floor and pressing you against a their chest. You couldn't fight against them so let them carry you before you passed out again. Then next thing you remember your in a hospital bed with your hand clutched by your boyfriend Sherlock, who was asleep against your bed. "Sherlock?" you said in a quiet voice because that's all you could manage. He sat up and checked you over and when he was satisfied he bent over and kissed you like he was never going to get the chance to again. "I'm sorry" he muttered, looking incredibly guilty. "About what?" You said, after everything that had happened you had totally forgotten the argument you two had had. When Sherlock reminded you, you told him that it really didn't matter and to forget about it. Sherlock explained everything that had happened, including who took you and how you were found. Then, John, Mrs Hudson and Molly all joined you and cheered you up until you started to feel tired again and they all bid you farewell. But Sherlock stayed. He helped you fall asleep, and with the drug still in your system wasn't hard,and then he sat in the chair next to your bed and watched over you until he fell asleep too.