Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch One Shots

The Disappearance

A/N: Hello! Sorry I have not written in like, five thousand years I went to Disney for my birthday then school started right after so I really have not had a chance to catch my breath. Because I have started school, I won't be on as much as I would like to because I need to work on homework and college admissions. It’s a bucket of fun and I am LOVING it. Not. Anyway, here you guys go and I hope to see ya'll soon. As I said, I will probably post sporadically so please stay tuned.

"Tom," I called out to my boyfriend, "Have you seen Houdini?" He looked up from the script he was studying and said sarcastically,

"No I have not, Y/N. He died in 1926 on October 31st after a punch to the stomach, I believe." I groaned as he chuckled and replied,

"Very funny but I am talking about our pet. You know the one with the wet nose, black coat with white socks and is a mix of a Pitbull and American Bulldog."

"Well I let him out earlier because he was scratching on the door and he hasn't scratched since," he explained.

"I just went outside to throw out the garbage and he was not out there… What if he escaped again," I asked perplexed. Tom set down his script and replied,

"But he couldn't have because I bolted that hole tight. Unless he really is an incarnation of Henry Houdini." He walked outside and I followed behind him as I shivered at the cold wind. We looked down at the bolted hole in confusion and I said,

"Okay let's look around for other holes." We walked around the garden until Tom exclaimed,

"I found it over here! He escaped through the hole in the fence. Look, his collar is right here." He picked up the red leather and held it tightly.

"We need to find him and quick! What if he is hurt or what if someone took him? What if he hurt someone or or-," Tom kissed me to calm my frantic disposition and said,

"He can't be far from here, darling. We can walk around and call out his name until he comes over. Worst case scenario, tomorrow we post pictures around the place and go to the shelter to see if someone took him in. But for now, we are losing precious time so let's go." I nodded and we walked around the hole in the fence and started up the street calling Houdini.

After twenty minutes of looking around, we gave up tired and cold.

"Oh Tom, it's useless! He is gone. My buddy is gone," I said collapsing to the floor. Tears started to pour out of my eyes as I sobbed on the sidewalk and Tom held me in his arms.

"Sh, don't cry sweetheart. He is out there I am sure of it but we just have to look, alright," he said rocking my sobbing body back and forth. I felt something cold press against my skin and I looked down. Houdini's nose was pressed against my thigh so pulled him into a hug.

"Don't you dare do that again, you got it!" Tom slipped on the red collar and we walked home with our pet safe and sound.