I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 51: Giving Up

I hoped that Lestrade would be here when we needed him. I practically told him where we were going but he's probably the thickest person I knew so it might take him all day. If it did, I would need a backup plan, but with me and Sherlock working at only half capacity, I was sure no plan would actually work. 

 "How's your hand?" John whispered to me as we followed Zane and his goons through more streets and alley ways. 

I looked at my swollen hand and gingerly crossed my arms over my chest to prevent him from seeing it. "It's fine." I would pay attention to it when this was all over.

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John then pulled back my coat to see my graze. "Rori, this will need stiches," he said with a frown as he looked at my bleeding wound.

I pulled my coat closer to my body so John couldn't assess the damage any longer. I knew what shape I was in, I didn't need his help to tell me. 

"Oh Rori, will you come please walk with me?" Zane asked ahead of us.

 "Yes princess," I said as I struggled to keep up with his speed.

 "So I thought we could have a chat." He wrapped his arm around me like we were best friends.

His jabbed his arm into my wounded side sending pain up and down my body. It caused me to cry out in pain and almost fall but Zane caught me before I hit the ground.

"Got you good, didn't I?" he said with a chuckle as he held me up.

I pushed him again from me with a frown even though I struggled to regain myself. "Cheese off."

He smiled. "Fine then, we won't be mates. So I know what you're trying to do. Come up with some big plan to save everyone here but if you try to do anything more of that funny business, I won't think twice about smashing that pretty pink head in." 

For as long as I knew Zane, I knew that he would never kill me. He had some kind of connection with me that I didn't understand. I knew he was violent but he never even once threatened my life. I knew he was being honest with me now and it sent shivers down my spine. I knew that this was going to get messy and there was no way out of it. We walked in silence for another good 10 minutes until we ended up in another warehouse looking boat yard.

 "Open it," Zane said impatiently to me.

Without saying anything I got on my knees and used my good hand to open the door. Because I only used one hand it took twice the time and Zane started to get impatient. "Stop faffing around. What's taking you so long?" he snapped down at me.

"My hand isn't in it top shape right now," I said as I fiddled with the lock.

"Hurry up."

A minute more and I was able to break in. When the door opened I hoped with all my might that it was going to be empty but to my disappointment there was one large boat in the middle of the building. It looked old, like from the war and I knew we had found it.

I almost felt giddy as I stared at it. After months of looking and following clues we had finally found it. Something that I didn't even think was real for the longest time was right in front of me. It took my breath away. I was frozen in amazement as I tried to savor this moment. After all the sacrifices that I had made, it was worth it. It was completely and utterly worth it.

 Zane Shoved me out of the way causing me to fall to the ground because I was blocking the doorway.

 "I found it," he said just as amazed as I was. In this way him and I thought the same, we got a thrill from doing this kind of work. This work excited me and I don't think it would ever change.