The Game's Afoot

Chapter Six

Sophia opened her eyes and looked around. She rubbed the sore spot on her head, "Ugh... Dad!" She tried to move, and saw that she was sitting on a damp bench in a cubicle. There was a rubber mat on the cement floor, and a flimsy fabric curtain in front of her. "Hello? Helloo?" She called, standing up. Her wrists were tied together in a sailors knot, her nose filled with the smell of chlorine.

Chlorine... Swimming pool? Bombs, bombs, the plan, Sherlock, John, EMMA!

The brunette paled, making her way to move out the small wet space, when a pale hand reached in and grabbed her arm, yanking her out into the dark open space.

Sophia blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the blue glow of the pool. I was right, she grimaced, elbowing her captor in the side, who let her go.

She looked up, and there they were. Albeit blurry, there were John and Sherlock, the famous duo. Sophia rolled her eyes, using her captor's shoulder to push her glasses back up her face. Much better, as she stood up straight and walked forward, wrists crossed and bound together.

"Mr. Sherlock. Doctor Watson. Hello." She nodded, and Sherlock nodded back. John looked at Sherlock and moved to approach her. Sherlock stuck a gloved hand out, and kept him back. "Not a good idea, John. Moriarty?" 

Sophia turned back and scowled, seeing her father in his black suit, standing leisurely behind her. Her captor, or the guy that had pulled her out of the shower stall, was no where to be seen.

She noted the bomb covered coat that was at the edge of the pool, and John's shaking hands. "I apologize, I had no idea that this was happening today," Sophia hissed, turning back to glare intently at her father.

John stepped forward, looking back and forth between the short girl and the deranged man, "Excuse me, why do you have a teenage girl here?"

Moriarty laughed in a high pitched manner, "Because it's educational, of course!" His voice dropped, and he sighed, "Sorry, darkling. Knew you would never agree. And don't worry about your friend."

Sherlock took a step forward, "Moriarty, the game is over. Emma had nothing to do with it. Where is she." His coat swished, and from behind, Mrs. Hudson's granddaughter walked out from another stall, a small bomb sewn on the pocket of her jacket.

"Well... I guess it involves her now!!" He smiled gleefully, proud of his work, "Well. Don't tempt her to speak or leave this parameter. If she does..." His attitude suddenly and completely changed to chaotic and angry, "KABOOM!!!"

Sherlock grimaced. "Let her go."

"Mmmm... NO." He turned his back and put his finger in the air, "I will. However. Let you say your goodbyes, you were always a sentiment. I will have her picked up in... Hm... Whenever. If you aren't gone by then. Well. I always love a surprise." He motioned to Sophia, "Come my little darkling, wouldn't want any friends getting hurt, now would we?"

Sophia grimaced and gave one last glance to Emma, Sherlock, and John. She followed her 'dad' and prayed there wouldn't be any more 'fun surprises.'

Meanwhile, Emma was biting her tongue, trying to ignore the massive amounts of fear. Sherlock kneeled and looked at the bomb, "He wasn't lying." Emma blinked away some tears and looked up at the ceiling.

John looked at her, "Look, we're going to get you out of here, okay?" Emma nodded slightly.

Sherlock looked around, "We need to go. We don't know when he's going to come back."

Sherlock turned around quickly and swiftly walked away. John gave one awkward embrace and turned to follow Sherlock. Emma spent about another six hours standing there before she was, once again, drugged. And, what she hoped, was being taken somewhere at least warmer than where she was.

I know this is short, and I'm sorry. Wattpad hasn't been available to me where I am right now, so thats a no-go. Sorry, hope you enjoyed, and this may go on pause unless someone wants us to really continue it. It may not be updated until school gets out. Sorry sunshines!

Cas