The Child of Zeus

Darkness

Her head was pressed against his chest and she could hear his heartbeat. It was quick, he must be worried about what's to come. But worried was an understatement to Molly. She was terrified. Sherlock could hear her sharp intakes of breath and her heartbeat was quite a bit faster than his own. She was shaking too, he could feel her trembling with fear against him. He didn't want her to be this scared but he didn't know what to do. Sherlock couldn't really say he had ever comforted a woman while trapped with her in a janitor's closet in a life-or-death situation. So he did his best. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her in closer. "It's okay, it's going to be okay." He whispered to her while gently running his hand through her hair. "Stay here, and don't make a sound. I'll be back for you Molly Hooper." And even though it was cramped in the closet and even though it took quite a bit of contortion, he leaned down and gently brushed his lips against her cheek that went hot with his touch. For a moment he considers kissing her on her lips. Because she can't back away this time, there's nowhere to go. But he shakes the idea from his mind immediately. There is a time and place. He then opened the door a crack and sidled out of it. 

Alone. The funny thing about the dark is how utterly alone it makes you feel. Even if someone was standing right there you would never know. It's just you. Molly honestly couldn't tell the difference if she had closed her eyes or not. She lifted her hand in front of her, but she could't make out the shape of it. The darkness that enclosed her was the kind that if you stare at it long enough it feels like it's just getting blacker, pulling you in, getting denser like a black hole. Although a star collapsing in on itself becoming so dense it pulls in everything around it seemed almost favourable now. She would be sucked out of this closet. Sucked out of danger. 

Sherlock looked back at the closet. God I hope she'll be okay in there. If he lays a finger on her I swear to God I'll kill him. He looked around. His eyes becoming rapidly used to the black surroundings yet he could still barely see what was right in front of him. Just the faint silhouettes and outlines of objects could really be anything, and that was frightening part. He reached his hands behind him and pulled out his hand gun, holding it straight in front of him. Slowly and carefully he headed back towards the direction he knew he'd find John waiting.

John looked down at his watch, he could barely make out the time. Where was Sherlock?  And where is Molly? The plan was going horribly wrong in the matter of minutes. Someone else is in here too. Someone with murder and his agenda. But who? That's the question. Cooped up in a tiny corner he reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile, sending a short but to-the-point text message to Lestrade.

The detective felt the faint vibration in his pocket. He was on a stakeout for a potential killer. He looked round to the other officers who were still watching the scene carefully. Then pulled out his phone and read the text. "He's here. JW" 

"To King's Cross Station! Half you stay here, half of you come with me. Any suspicious behaviour and you contact me immediately! Do you hear me!" He cried out to his officers before running into the police cruiser with two other men and driving off. Dear God, what if I'm too late? What if this is the person who finally bested the great Sherlock Holmes? 

"Boss look out!" Lestrade slammed on the brakes and came to jerking stop just in time at the red light. So even though a million thoughts were crossing his mind all at once, getting jumbled and confused he blacked them all out for a minute. 

Molly Hooper was shaking again. She couldn't hear anything and that was almost worse than hearing something at all. The silence scared her. What on Earth was going on? And is Sherlock alright? He must be, he's Sherlock. No one is as bright as he. But still, she worried. She pulled out her phone and sent a text, "Is everything alright? Molly." The next three sounds had her wishing she was hearing nothing again. For the first sound was Sherlock's text alert noise. The second was a gunshot. And the third was a scream.