221 Reasons To Love You//Sherlock Love Story

Chapter Nine- Hurry Up Sherlock

Sherlock walked around the flat and looked for Bethany. He then saw her wheelchair outside. He began to panic as he noticed a note on the coffee table.

'Dear Sherlock,

I hope that you have noticed that your lovely lady friend is missing. She's with me. I will not say my name, I will not tell you where we are, all I will tell you, is that she left Baker Street voluntarily. Let's see if you really are all that people say you are. You have one hour to save her.

Kisses,

-anonymous'

Sherlock dropped the note and ran to his coat. He pulled his phone out and dialed Lestrade.

"Lestrade, someone has taken Bethany..... Yes. Bethany Greene..... How do I know? She lives with me you idiot.... I have to take care of her...... no. Not that. It's because she was shot... twice. And can't walk on her own..... Yes. Her room is upstairs...... Pshhhhh. Don't be absurd. I'm sleeping... on the couch. She has my bed..... Lestrade please help me find her. I have nothing from the note.... Yes. There's a note. I'll show you when I get there." Sherlock hung up the phone and sprinted out of Baker Street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Delivery men don't tie up the mail receiver in the back of a truck." Bethany protested. She felt a hand travel onto her arm. It was a man's hand, and it was rough. He must do a lot of hard work. Lifting things and there is a scent of blood on his clothes. He must work with murders. In any way. Police? Murderer? hmmm. Beth focused on the voice. She placed several people she has met with the voice, but only one knew where Sherlock lived.

"Timothy!" Beth shouted. The man chuckled.

"Yes?" Tim responded.

"Why are you doing this? You seemed so sweet!" Beth cried. She was injured and couldn't defend herself.

"Sweet doesn't win, mate. I've decided that you'd hook up with any guy who will let you, since you were kissing Sherlock quite passionately in that classroom." Tim pointed out. Bethany shook the blindfold off and shot Timothy a glare that could kill.

"I didn't 'hook up' with Sherlock. We're dating you idiot. For three months. " Bethany lied. It might make Timothy put her back.

"Still. Him. Of all people. He has no heart!" Tim shouted. "It isn't fair." His voice was lowered and sounded defeated.

"Oh. I'm sorry, but Sherlock does have a heart. A very big one, too. His heart is bigger than yours." Beth spat. Tim frowned.

"D-do you love him?" he questioned. Bethany was shocked but, she nodded.

"I do. I love Sherlock." Beth admitted. Tim smiled.

"Well then. That changes everything." Tim smiled.

"Really?" Bethany hoped he would let her go.

"That will make this even more fun. When he doesn't show up to the address I give him within the next hour, then your heart will break and you will only have me to comfort you. This is Sherlock's test to prove his love." Timothy laughed. Bethany hoped Sherlock got to the place before they did. She didn't want anything to happen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sherlock stormed into Lestrade's office.

"Did you find anything?" he shouted. He tried to stay calm but he couldn't.

"Yes. But we only know who wrote it. Timothy Smith. He's the one who worked with Bethany a few days ago. We also know that he was spotted getting into a delivery truck with a 'red headed Scottish girl in a blindfold'. I guess our witness meant Bethany." Lestrade informed him. Sherlock pulled his hair.

"Of course it's that idiot!" he shouted. "Where was the car headed." This time his voice was low and firm.

"It was last spotted.......... going into the school where the murder was. He had Bethany. But she was being carried by another man." Sherlock's face was clearly lit with anger. He stormed out of the office and pulled Sally Donavan by the arm. He led her outside to her police car.

"Take me to the murder scene at the school." Sherlock demanded.

"Why should I do that, Freak?" Donovan spat.

"Timothy took Bethany there. She can't fight back. She's been shot twice and can't hold herself up. We have to get there before that ass whole does anything to her." Sherlock shouted. Donovan opened the car and they both got in. She started the car and sped to the school, sirens on.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bethany woke up to find Timothy sitting in front of her at the cafeteria. "Where's your precious Sherlock, Beth? He hasn't come for you." He placed his hand on Bethany's cheek. "I would have." She pulled away and spat on him. He let out a chuckle.

"He's coming. I can promise you that." Beth's tone was firm as she felt something wet on the side of her face. She brought her hand to her temple to show blood.

"Sorry about that. You wouldn't listen." Timothy told her. She growled at him. She remembered that the driver had hit the side of her head with a clipboard. She then heard Timothy speaking, but something else. It was coming from outside.

"That sounds like..." the driver started.

"Police sirens!" Bethany cheered. Timothy sighed as he heard the front door bang open. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Beth's head.

"Sorry, but if you say anything, I will shoot you." He informed her. Now Sherlock will have to look in all of the rooms of the school. And he only had five minutes left.