Touch Him = Death

Ch.20

As I walked out of the room my phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was a text from Mycroft saying he was here. I walked outside to meet him, and I couldn't help but notice how he stared at my face, making me want to cover the gruesome site. After John, Sherlock, and I all gave our statements to some cop with a notepad. I looked up and saw the man that Emily called "Mister" being rolled out on a stretcher he was handcuffed to. I saw that John had "bandaged" his legs but it was obvious he hadn't done his best work. I told Mycroft about what Emily told me about the other girls, and everyone was sent out to search the woods. About an hour in, a call came over on the radio that one of the dogs had picked up something and that they had found to new girls in similar condition to when I first found Emily. As they brought the two back, I got Emily dressed and ready to go.

"But why are we leaving?" she asked as I carried her outside.

"Because its time for you to go home." I replied pulling some hair out of her eyes. "You have a mommy and daddy that have been looking for you for a very long time." I carried her over to a cop car and put her in the back. As I went to buckle her in she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a hug.

"I don't want to leave you!" she cried out.

"I know sweetie, but you need to go home, maybe I'll see you again sometime." I said hugging her back as tears brimmed my eyes. I felt a large hand land softly on my shoulder, and I knew it was time. I pulled back from Emily and wiped my tear away. I kissed her softly on the head and then shut the car door. and walked a couple step away before Sherlock pulled me in his arms and comforted me.

************************************************************************** After we got home and unpacked we all crashed. I woke up and walked out of Sherlock's room and found a note from John says that he had gone to the store and to text him if we needed anything. I placed the note down on the table and felt two large arms snake around my waist. Sherlock placed a gentle kiss on my cheek and walked into the living room where he picked up his violin and started playing a soft melody. I swayed to the tune, and then I got an idea. I went over to his laptop and went on you tube and typed in a song. Can't Pretend by Tom Odell started to play. I walked over to Sherlock and placed his violin down. I took his hand in mine and placed my left hand on his shoulder, while he placed his right on my waist. we started out slowly swaying, but then Sherlock had me spinning around the room.

"You are a very good dancer." I said as we moved with the beat.

"Thank you, to be honest I've always quite enjoyed dancing." And with that we continued in pleasant bliss.