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Sherlock

Fandom: Sherlock

Character: Sherlock

Title: I'm sorry

There are some extreme parts in the the beginning

And I looked forever for a real gif of him crying and I couldn't find one so I just got these two...hope their satisfactory!

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" Ok, Y/N." Jim Moriarty, the world's infamous consulting criminal, gives me a psychotic smirk. When you started dating Sherlock Holmes, you knew that it was going to be dangerous, but you didn't think that you would get kidnapped by one of Jim's assassins. " You're going to tell me everything you know about Sherlock." He runs a blade down my arm. A sweat breaks on your forehead. You've been in this warehouse for a day now, Sherlock still hasn't come for you yet.

" I," you turn your head to look at his dark brown, emotionless eyes, " thought you didn't like to get your hands dirty."

" Well Y/N," Jim walks in front of me, playing with the knife in his hands, " I don't,but I can't have anyone else know the information you are going to give me." His fist collides with your stomach, multiple times.

" He didn't tell me anything," your breathing becomes faster and faster," for..this exact reason." A chuckle escapes the psycho's mouth, becoming a full laugh, stabbing the blade in your leg. A scream escapes your lips, a burning sensation runs in your leg. You struggle against your bounds hands and feet.

" I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch!" You try to fight against the ropes.

" LANGUAGE Y/N!" Jim takes the knife out of your leg, jamming it into your other leg. You cry out in pain, tears falling blurring your vision. Black spots start to cloud your vision, either from tears or from blood loss.

" You're Sherlock's weakness Y/N," Jim takes the knife from your knee," I'm gonna take you away from him." He drags the blade down your chest, blood soaking in your shirt. Jim walks out of the room. Who knows when he will be back. A day? A week?

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" Wakey, wakey prima donna!," Jim says in a sing-song voice, " your audience is waiting." He throws a trench coat at you. You look down at your hands and feet. They are cut loose.

" How do you know I'm not going to try to escape." You say, sitting still.

" I have snipers, at every point of this building, and you're in no condition to run."

You struggle to put the coat on, every move sends pain through your whole body. Eventually you get the coat on, and tied. Jim hands you a ear piece.

" You're going to walk into Sherlock's flat, and I'm going to tell you what to say. Then you're going to say the words and create action. Otherwise you'll be shot on sight." Jim smiles.

" You disgust me." Another man walks into the room, harshly tying a cloth over your eyes, grabbing you out of your chair, and dragging you outside. You get thrown into a black car, trying not to think of the pain, rocketing through your body. The engine turns over, and the driver starts driving. You carefully count the turns, trying to remember them.

The cloth falls from your eyes.

" Show time." Jim's voice rings in your ear. You climb out of the car, heart beating faster with every step. Your eyes meet the door.

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" Walk in."

You take your key to the flat out of your pocket, your shaky hand opening the door. You walk up the creaky steps, trying to be as quiet as possible. you make your way to Sherlock's flat, opening to see your Sherlock, on the couch. His curls messy, dark bags under bags under his eyes. His eyes land on you. He jumps up off the couch.