Sorry for the bad Gramma, etc. It's 3am and I can't concentrate but I wanted to get a chapter out.

Enjoy...

                                                                                                                                                                      "Are you sure you're alright?" John asked, checking me for injuries again.

"John, really. I'm fine" I said, giving him a reassuring smile before looking over at Sherlock.

He was sat in his seat with a slight frown on his face. His raven curls messy from constantly running his hands through them, and his teal-like eyes holding a state of confusion.

"Are you okay, Sherlock?" I asked, looking over at the older man.

"It doesn't add up" he said, placing his hands together in a prayer-like manner.

"Who would kidnap you?" He asked, mostly to himself.

"Wow thanks, are you saying I'm not good enough to be kidnapped?" I joked, making John chuckle and Sherlock to give me a death glare.

"Okay, calm down" I laughed, placing my hands up in surrender.

"Why you?" Sherlock continued, glancing around the room hoping he would understand.

"Look, I survived. It's fine" I said, shrugging as I did so.

"It doesn't add up. I don't like it when it doesn't." Sherlock said, closing his eyes, most likely going to his mind palace.

"Well, I'm going to go for a walk then." I shrugged, not knowing what else to do.

"No." Sherlock stated flatly, not even opening his eyes.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"You just got kidnapped and you want to go outside. No." Sherlock replied, crossing his leg over the other.

"Fine." I said, smiling as John let out another chuckle.

"So, I'm just meant to sit here doing nothing?"  I questioned, taking a seat on the couch at the back of the room.

"Do what you want, but don't leave the flat." Sherlock responded.

"Do you want something to eat?" John asked, to which I shook my head.

"I'm okay, thanks." I said, giving John a small smile.

Sherlock and I sat in silence for several minutes, before my phone buzzed, notifying me that I had received a text.

Unknown number: I forgot to tell you, I took your phone number. J

I smiled, as I saved his number before responding.

Good to know.

Smiling to myself, I grabbed a book from the table beside me.

                                                                       *

A few hours later, I had finished the book and Sherlock was still in his mind palace. I decided now would be a good time to try and leave the house.

Quietly, I stood up from my previous position and began walking towards the door. Just as I placed my hand on the doorknob, Sherlock spoke.

"No." He said.

"But I'm bored, and I want to leave." I said. Sherlock let out a small sigh, before jumping up onto his feet.

"Come on then." He replied, swiftly putting on his coat, scarf and shoes before following me down the stairs.

                                                                                       *

"So, where do you want to go?" Sherlock asked, as we walked down the rather quiet streets of London.

"I don't know anywhere." I shrugged, looking at Sherlock.

"I have an idea." He smirked, quickening his pace.

 “Freak!” A voice yelled from behind me. It was one of my bullies. They were usually in the year above me. It didn’t bother me at all, of course.

“Says the guy whose mother beats him” I deduced, turning to face him. His name was Angelo, he was fourteen. He had bullied me since primary school, mainly because of my ability to deduce, but also because his mother regularly beat him and this was his only way to feel powerful.

“Shut it freak” Another boy, around my age snarled. His name was Daniel, he was Angelo’s ‘partner in crime’.

“Whatever” I said, walking over to a tree where I usually sit at lunch.

“Don’t ignore us! Get back here you little- “

“Excuse me?” An older man smiled, waking me up from my slumber.

“Yes?” I asked, sitting up straighter and stretching.

“The plane is about to land” He said, smiling before sitting back in his seat.

“Thank you” I said, giving him a slight smile and looking out the window.

I was flying into London from my home in Ireland. I had never left on my own, so this would be the first time. I had bought an apartment in Baker Street. 221C. It was cheap, and needed quite a bit of decorating, but I was determined to make it my home.

It took 3 minutes and 14 seconds exactly for us to land. Passengers began to pile out, so I remained in my seat until they had all left. Once they had, I stood up.

“Welcome to London” A flight attendant smiled, handing me my papers. Fake smile obviously, having an affair with a pilot.

“Thanks” I muttered, taking them from her hand before grabbing my case.

“Here we go” I said, inhaling a deep breath before pushing the door open. London was, busy. Well that’s an understatement. It was extremely packed with people. Most people were going to, or from work with a few others meeting up with friends and/or relatives.

I began walking down the busy streets, attempting to locate a cab. It took a while, but finally I traced one down.

“Where to miss?” The cab driver asked, turning to face me and giving me a crooked smile. He had grey hair, with a hat and glasses on along with shaving foam behind his ear. Obviously had no-one to point it out to him.

“Baker Street please, 221C” I smiled, to which he nodded and began driving.

-X-

“Hello, dear. I’m Mr Hudson, the landlady” A woman, around her 50’s smiled, opening the door to allow me in to which I smiled. The first genuine smile of the day.

“Excuse the mess, the guys upstairs have been wreaking havoc” She sighed, moving some loose papers.

“If you’d like to follow me” She laughed, grabbing a key from the nearby counter.

The house was almost identical to the one in the photos, except it had been dusted and cleaned, obviously to make a good impression.

“It’s £110 per week, but if you need time I can wait until the end of the week.” She said, rubbing at the back of her hand, which had slight ink stains.

“It’s brilliant, thank you” I said, taking the key which she was holding out.

“When will the movers bring your things to the flat?” She asked, brushing herself down.

“Sometime before next week” I smiled, brushing myself down as she had done moment ago.

“I’ll leave you to it” She smiled, before leaving the room. Looking around, I placed my case on the floor and collapsed onto the couch. I had, had a stressful wee. It had been filled with packing, flight arrangements, job hunting and flat hunting, leading to many sleepless nights.

Deciding that it would be better to get something to eat, I stood up and grabbed some money before heading out.

I took a short walk to the local supermarket, which was filled with everything you could need. I spent around ten minutes walking around, occasionally grabbing items.

By the time, I had finished shopping, I had spent £43. Cheap. After that I took a walk around the area, making sure to figure my way around. By the time, I arrived back at the flat, I had memorised around 4 miles of London.

I sighed to myself, as I began unpacking my food, it was mostly microwavable things as I didn’t want to spend my first few days at Baker Streets cooking.

After I had done, I sat on the couch glancing around the room, until I heard shouting from upstairs.

“Sherlock! A head!” A voice yelled.

“Tea please” The other guy, who I assumed to be Sherlock replied. This disagreement continued for a few minutes, before the man, whose name I did not know, sighed and went into a different room.

-X-

It was around 10:15 when I decided I should probably get some sleep. I had spent the past 38 hours awake, and if I continued, I would most likely sleep for weeks.

“Happy new year, everyone!” Mrs Hudson smiled, bringing in some wine as we all watched Sherlock play his violin.

“Thank you!” I smiled, taking two glasses for Molly and me.  

We had decided to go to the new year gathering at 221B, since Molly was driving me around a lot after I crashed my car earlier this year.

“So, how is your shoulder now, Y/N?” Lestrade asked, taking a drink from Mrs Hudson.

“Shoulder?” John said, giving Lestrade and I, a confused look.

Lestrade had been the one to help me after the crash, and the only one who knew I had crashed my car, avoiding a speeding motorbike.

Sherlocks head snapped towards Lestrade, who was stood to my left.

“Oh, I knocked my shoulder earlier” I lied, shrugging which made Greg give me a confused look until he realised what I was doing.

“You’re lying” Sherlock stated, plucking at his violin.

 I sighed to myself, before taking a sip of my drink.

“It’s nothing, honestly.” I laughed, looking over to Greg who was looking directly at me.

“So, Molly. Who is your new boyfriend?” Sherlock asked, glancing over at Molly.

“What?” She asked, confusion gracing her features.

“Boyfriend? You obviously have one, I’m guessing you’re meeting him tonight?” He answered.

Who says it has to be a boy?” I interrupted, giving Molly chance to form a reply.

I knew she didn’t have a boyfriend, she was madly in love with Sherlock.

Hearing me say that, Sherlocks head, once again, snapped towards me.

“You two?” He asked, a new emotion creeping up into his eyes.

“What, no?” John began, looking between Molly and me.

“Jesus, calm down. I was just saying it didn’t have to be a guy” I said, leaning on the wall beside the door.

“So, who is it?” Sherlock asked again.

“No-one.” Molly said, taking a large gulp from her glass to avoid the inevitable conversation.

“Well clearly there is” He said, eyes looking over her body.

“How would you know?” She asked.

Stupid question, Molly.

The man, who I had begun to develop a ‘crush’ on, stood up and began making his way towards Molly.

“Well from the make-up and how inappropriately you are dressed suggests you are seeing someone tonight. Maybe you dressed like that to impress him or maybe it was because you plan on doing more than see each other tonight. No-one else besides your boyfriend would want to see you dressed in that manner.” He said, barely taking a breath in between each word.

I could see tears begin to well up in Molly’s eyes, as she placed her drink down and began to turn towards the door with the whole room in silence.

“Well-Thank you Mrs Hudson, I’ll just…” Molly sniffed, biting back tears as she began to leave Baker Street.

“Well done, Sherlock” I said, grabbing my jacket from behind Sherlock before running after her.

-X-

“Molly!” I called, jogging to catch up to her as she rounded the street corner.

“Oh, hey Y/N” She sniffled, wiping her eyes on her wrist.

Slipping my jacket off my shoulders, I draped it around her, making sure she was covered, protecting her from the harsh winds.

“It’s just a dress.” She sighed, sniffing again.

“Ignore him, okay? He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” I smiled sadly, wiping her tears away.

“Come on, I’ll talk to him later” I said, ready to speak to Sherlock.

Sure, I liked the consulting detective, but my friends came first.

“Thank you” She whispered, wiping away the rare tear.

-X-

Sherlocks POV:

“Where did Y/N and Molly go?” Mrs Hudson asked, as I began pacing the room slightly.

It’s dark, and there’s a gang of human traffickers out there. Why did I do this, why did I get attached to them?

“Sherlock decided he should be smart and he upset Molly” John sighed.

“Sherlock.” Mrs Hudson groaned, watching as I continued to pace around the room.

“What do I do?” I asked, spinning to face John.

“What?” John asked, a confused look coming onto his face.

“You know what to do with women, you’ve had enough. What do I do? Do I go after them?” I asked.

“You might want to give Molly some time on her own, since you’re, well. You.”

“Not Molly, John.” I sighed, sitting back on my chair.

Give them time, Sherlock. Time.

-X-

Y/N’s POV:

As soon as Molly and I began walking down the alleyway towards our flats, I knew something was wrong.

You know the feeling you get, when you know you’re about to be in danger? Well, it was like that.

“Molly, walk ahead of me, quick.” I whispered, glancing behind us to see two men, around mid-twenties walk down the alley towards us.

“What? Why?” She asked, unaware of the two men following us.

“Trust me. Please, for me.” I pleaded, worried for her safety.

We had a few seconds.

 Molly nodded, swiftly walking towards the end of the alley, before safely leaving.

I smiled to myself, as I continued walking at a casual speed, attempting to not alert the potential attackers.

“Hey, you!” One of the men called.

My steps slowed to a halt, as I quickly looked around for more danger.

There were two men coming in from each side.

“Can I help you?” I asked, turning to face the men behind me, a nonchalant look on my face.

Both pairs continued walking towards me in silence, until I was surrounded by them all.

“Well?” I asked, annoyance in my tone.

“Come with us.” The man on the right said.

“No.” I responded, a daring look in my eyes.

“Oh, it wasn’t a question, love.” Another man smirked.

“Don’t, call me love”

“Or what?” He replied.

“Back off” I said in a hushed tone.

“Or what, cutie?” The guy behind me whispered into my ear, loud enough for his ‘friends’ to hear.

“Do you really want to test me?” I said, ready to fight the men. Well, attempt to.

The final guy smirked, lifting his fist which I managed to avoid as he swung towards me.

 As soon as I ducked, his smirk dropped as they all glared at me, throwing more punches before someone pulled out a knife, slashing my cheek with it.

My gaze darted around, looking for an exit before I spotted one.

Ducking under the guys arms, I began to run, until one guys tightly grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards his body.

“Let go of me.” I muttered, maliciously.

“Or what?” He said, grinning a sadistic grin.

I rolled my eyes, bringing my knee towards his groin making him groan and let go of my wrist.

 As soon as he had done so, I began to run.

I was outnumbered, there was no way I could take them all on.

I continued running, until I decided that Baker Street was the easiest and quickest way to safety.

There was no way those guys were going to leave me alone.

-X-

Sherlocks POV:

“Bye” I heard John say as he watched people leave.

I let my body relax into the couch as I began to go to my mind palace, before I heard John come back in. I felt his gaze on me, while he sat on his chair.

It was silent for around 5 minutes, before the door from downstairs swung open then slammed shut.

Sharp steps and rapid breaths were heard as someone ran up to the flat.

“Y/N? What the hell happened to you?” John gasped, standing up.

Upon hearing Y/Ns name, my eyes snapped open, as my body quickly sat up.

As I looked over at them, I noticed several injuries.

 A slice mark to the left cheek, hand shaped bruises on their left wrist and a swollen cheek on their right.

“I was attacked?” They laughed, watching John as he walked into the kitchen to grab a first aid kit.

“Well here, I’ll- “John began.

“I’ll do it, goodnight John.” I interrupted, quickly standing up and heading towards the pair.

“Its fine I can- “

“Goodnight, John.” I repeated, pushing him towards his bedroom.

“Fine, goodnight Y/N” John smiled, before heading towards his room.

“So, what happened?” I asked, helping them sit on the kitchen counter.

“Like I said, I was attacked” They said, smiling at me.

“Well, where was Molly?” I asked, carefully cleaning up the cut on their left cheek.

“Aww, are you worried about her?” They teased, watching me intently.

“Of course, not.” I muttered, as I finished cleaning up their cut.

It was you, I was worried about.

“I told her to go quick, to answer your question”

“Why?” I asked, taking a better look at the cut.

“I knew something was going to happen.”

“So why didn’t you run too?”

“I didn’t want to risk having them come after the both of us. At least this way, they’ll only be looking for me.” They chuckled, tapping their cold fingers on the counter.

“I doubt they would have been smart enough to track you both down.” I said, as I grabbed the utensils to stich the slice.

“They were smart enough to stop me in an alley” they began.

“You were smart enough to get away”

“I ran, I didn’t fight.” They sighed, clearly disappointed at themselves.

You were outnumbered.”

“How did you?” They asked, confusion gracing their features.

“You used they, when talking about them. Let me guess, four men?” I asked, my fingers carefully stitching the cut.

“Yes, how did you- “they said, before I interrupted them.

“They’re wanted for running a human trafficking ring.” I explained.

“Oh, so I nearly got kidnapped and sold?” They asked, as I finished stitching their cut.

“Yes” I stated, flatly, although I was worried about them, I knew not to let me emotions get the better of me.

“Great.” They said, as they began to laugh leaving me confused.

As they continued laughing, I gently took their wrist, examining it. It has already begun to bruise and was swollen slightly. They winced slightly, as I poked it.

“Thanks, Sherlock. Poke me, why don’t you?” They smiled, causing a small smile to make its way onto my lips.

“You should be fine, in the meanwhile try not to get kidnapped.” I said, attempting to keep the smile off my lips as I began walking to the couch.

“Hey, Sherlock?” they called, causing me to stop in my tracks.

“Why did you help me, instead of John?” They asked.

Turning back around to face them, I began walking towards them in silence, until I was right in front of them.

“Y/N, I- “I began, before hearing a door slam shut and a jumble of profanity’s escape from Johns mouth.

“Sorry!” John called, making Y/N laugh.

“You were saying?” They asked, after Johns bedroom door had closed and he had stopped mumbling to himself.

“Like I was saying,” I began again, before Mrs Hudson walked in.

“Oh, hello Y/N, dear. What happened to your cheek?” She asked, pointing towards their cheek.

“Can I help you, Mrs Hudson?” I asked, becoming agitated.

It was hard enough doing this at all, let alone with all these interruption’s.

“I’m just bringing you some tea, that’s all” She said, placing a tray on the counter opposite us.

“I thought you weren’t my housekeeper?” I snapped, watching as Mrs Hudson said goodbye and left.

“So?” Y/N laughed.

“Fuck it.” I muttered, before pressing my lips against their own.

It lasted around 30 seconds, before they pulled away.

“I can’t Sherlock, I’m sorry.” They said, stepping off the counter.

“Why?” I asked, an awful feeling in my chest.

Is this heartbreak?

“Molly-she…” They began.

“She what? Do you not like me?” I snapped, making them jump.

“I do like you Sherlock, but Molly-she likes you.” They whispered.

“I like you, Y/N. You know how hard that is for me to say.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“I like you too Sherlock, but Molly is my friend, I couldn’t do that to her” They sighed, copying my action.

Sighing to myself, I walked towards them, gently placing a kiss on their forehead.

“Happy new year, Y/N” I whispered, walking to my room in silence as the clock struck twelve.