My Sociopath | A Sherlock Story

| Trust Me |

The plan was to be put into action, Alice was standing at the bar waiting, waiting for him. Sherlock was sitting in the corner of the room with his eyes fixed on the short girl. Her red dress falling at just the right place on her legs to draw attention. He hated this, the waiting, he just wanted to catch the man already instead of just sitting there. He had taken this girl in to protect her and now he is letting her be the bait to catch a murderer, a clever one at that.

Alice swayed on her feet, the nerves now settling in, she must of been completely out of her mind to agree to this. She was practically putting her life on the line for this case but she knew she had to do this, for the sake of all of the victims he had murdered and everyone else he was planning on killing. Truly she just wanted to get this over and done with but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy, it's never that simple when Sherlock is involved.

The club that they were in was the site of three out of five of the kidnappings so Lestrade and the others all were adamant that he was going to show up so it was no surprise when a large, dark figure made his way next to Alice. Sherlock shifted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable with how close he got to the women that he had started considering a friend. When he went to walk over to the pair Lestrade was quick to pull him back down.

"We don't know if he's our guy, we need evidence to arrest him." Lestrade whispered to him, firmly holding Sherlock's upper arm before the both of them lowered back into their seats. The man at the bar leaned into Alice making both Sherlock and herself very uncomfortable. Alice and the suspect had been talking for almost half an hour before Sherlock's impatience got the better of him and he decided to text her asking what was happening.

Alice felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and immediately took it out to check who had texted, seeing Sherlock's name decide to place it face down on the bar again looking back up at the man, whom she had found out to be named Harry. Harry had approached her and straight away knew something was wrong, she knew it was him but she needed to be sure. Harry smoothly placed his hand on top of her own which was resting on her phone, and slowly lent in to whisper in her ear. "Maybe you should tell your little officer friends to leave us alone?" Alice instantly tensed at this, the grip on her phone getting tighter.

"What do you mean officer friends?"

"Don't play dumb with me, that group over there have been staring at us for the past thirty minutes. Do you really think you can catch me?" There was a glint in his eye, as if he already had a plan, little did he know Alice had a plan of her own.

Sherlock swore under his breath when he saw her put her phone down, his eyes went back to his own phone to write out another text to the girl. However, when he looked up the two had gone, he quickly rose from his seat in search of them.

"Where did they go?" He asked, eyes scanning the bar in the smallest hopes of seeing her there safe and sound.

"I'm going to call for back up." Lestrade states quickly leaving the bar. Sherlock's breath quickened as his panic began to rise, he was her responsibility and if she was to die he could never forgive himself. His phone screen lights up showing a message.

Trust me.

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Authors Note ~ 

sorry this chapter was kind of short and a filler but I promise I'm close to the juicy stuff I was just stuck in some real bad writers block sorryyy☺️☺️☺️