Guard Me Sherlock: Sherlock Holmes Route

Under arrest?!

"I-I don't know anyone by that name!"
"Hands up or we'll shoot!" I slowly put my hands in the air and one of the cops came over and put cuffs on me. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You are entitled to a lawyer, if you cannot afford one then one shall be assigned to you"
"B-but I didn't do anything! Please let me go!" I heard footsteps come from the stairs and looked up to see Sherlock, John and Mikah. The commotion must have woken them up.
"What's going on?!" They all exclaimed.
"This woman is under arrest for suspicion of the murder of a man called Steve Johnson"
"You've got the wrong person! Elena didn't do it!" Mikah shouted.
"She couldn't have since she was with us all day!" John added.
"We all know Elena! She'd never do anything close to committing a crime!" Sherlock finished.

(Guys...)

"If you all can prove her innocence then we'll let her go, move. We have to take your statements at the station" They forced us all into their cars. Sherlock and I in one and John and Mikah in another. My hands were clenched tightly as they trembled.
"I don't understand any of this! What's happening? I didn't do anything I-" Sherlock brought me into an embrace, cutting me off.
"We'll do whatever it takes to prove your innocence. Even if they arrest you, we'll never stop trying to prove your innocence"
"Sherlock..." Tears came to my eyes and Sherlock's embrace tightened as I let them fall.
"I'll never abandon you Elena. You have to know that" I nodded to his words as he ran his hands over my head. We arrived at the large prison and were brought to separate interrogation rooms.
"Do you know this man?" The interrogation officer slid a photo of a man.

(It couldn't be...!? It is! I didn't recognise his name but I definitely recognise his looks, even if he is way older)

"W-was he an actor?"
"An aspiring one"
"I acted with him in a TV series when we were kids..."
"So you have links to the victim?"
"Yes"
"When was the last time you saw Steve Johnson?"
"When I was 12, after that the series ended and we went our separate ways"
"Why was he found dead in your house?"
"How am I supposed to know?! I never even knew he knew where I lived!"
"So you saw him?"
"No! You just said he was found dead in my house! He had to have come over for something...but why?"
"Where were you between 9:00pm and 9:30pm?"
"Shopping"
"Can anyone prove this?"
"No I was on my own..."
"What did you buy?"
"Cake ingredients"
"Specifically"
"Chocolate fudge icing, a pack of Hartley's orange flavoured jelly, caster sugar, plain flour, a large egg six pack, stork butter, orange marmalade and a eight inch cake pan. I wanted to apologise for worrying my friends so I planned to surprise them with a cake"
"You have a solid story but without alibis I can't clear you. You'll have to stay in a holding cell until more evidence arrives"
"I wouldn't kill anyone, I couldn't kill anyone!"
"If you can't prove where you were then I can't clear you" He took me to a dimly lit corridor of cells. He put me in and locked the door. Tears ran down my face as I quietly cried, my hands clenched tightly. "I can't believe this..." Footsteps could be heard and I looked up to see Sherlock, John and Mikah. "Guys..."
"Don't worry Elena! We'll prove your innocence!"
"How can you Mikah? None of you were there when I went shopping...without alibis they won't let me go..."
"You may not have alibis but we'll find evidence, have faith in us Elena"
"Sorry John, you're right. I guess being in a cell is draining away my hope" I chuckled sadly.
"Don't give up Elena, that's all we can say" John and Mikah left. It was only Sherlock and I.
"Elena..."
"We both know I won't survive if I go to prison...what if I can never see you again?"
"Come here" I approached Sherlock, the only thing separating us were the infernal steel bars. Sherlock's hand grabbed mine through the gap in the bars. "I refuse to never see you again. I will see you again, even if I have to break the law to do it"
"You can't do that Sherlock!"
"I'll do anything to be with you"
"But we've only been a couple for a day..."
"And in that day you've become extremely important to me. In addition, time doesn't matter when it comes to love"
"Sherlock..."
"You have no idea how much you mean to me" He kissed me but it was restricted because of the bars. I had now stopped crying. His face now had a serious expression. His voice lowered; "I might have an idea of who framed you but it might take a little while to find the evidence. Can you be strong for me?
"I promise" I nodded before a guard showed up.
"Time's up, out" Sherlock's warmth left my hand as he walked away.

(I have to be strong for Sherlock, he'll figure something out)

TIMESKIP-MORNING

I was awoken by a loud rattling sound. I opened my eyes to see a man with a set of keys opening the door. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to an interrogation room. "Let go, you're hurting me!"
"Shut up. Why did we find a gun hidden under your bed?"
"What...?" My eyes widened.
"The same bullets found in his body where the same bullets in the gun that has your fingerprints all over it"
"I-I've never held a real gun!"
"Then how'd your fingerprints end up on the gun?"
"I don't know! I haven't been to my house in a week now!"
"Then why did your neighbour say they saw you exiting your house at 9:20pm?"
"They couldn't have seen me because I wasn't there! I was shopping!"
"The employee who served you said you left the store at 9:10pm. That gives you plenty of time to commit the crime and leave the scene"
"But I didn't! I was going back to Baker Street when someone held me at gun point!
"And who was this?"
"Sebastian Moran"
"Why did he hold you at gun point?"
"He was stalling for someone named Jack Stillman, after twenty minutes he let me go and I ran back to Baker Street" He told the guard at the door to get someone to look the names up and he left.
"I find it hard to believe someone would hold someone at gun point without asking for anything"
"But that's what he did!" The guard came back and handed him a piece of paper.
"Would you look at that? There's no one with those names in our database and everyone is in our database"
"But those are their names!"
"I must say you have a very wild imagination and you sound very genuine but I expected that since you're an actress and all. Elena Walters, you're under arrest for the murder of Steve Johnson"
"No! I didn't do it!" He obviously ignored me and I was taken to the large prison cell block. I was shoved into a cell on the third floor. My cell was at the end of the row and fortunately was roommate free. The door was locked and after a few minutes he came back with an orange jumpsuit that was striped black and white on the inside and a navy blue top.
"Put these on" I took of my pyjamas and put on the clothes he gave me. At least he had the common courtesy to look away while I changed. He handed me black shoes and I put them on my feet which had been bare up until now. "It's yard time right now, come on" He took me to the courtyard and left.

(Stillman must have been the one to kill him, that has to be the reason Moran was stalling!)

I went to ask if I was allowed to have visitors but they told me that didn't start for me until tomorrow.

(I guess I'll have to wait to tell everyone)

TIMESKIP-NIGHT

Everyone was returning to their cells when a guy approached me. He was a prisoner in his mid forties with at least a month's worth of stubble and a bald head. He had a tattoo on his neck but I couldn't see it's entirety. The only thing I could see was a forked tongue. He was much taller than me and obviously much much much stronger than me. He grabbed my wrist and took me away from the prison block and towards the court yard. "Who are you and what do you want with me?!"
"You're Elena Walters right?"
"Who wants to know?"
"That answers that" He grabbed me by the neck and pressed my back against the building.
"H-hey!"
"Goodnight, permanently" His grip tightened and I started gasping for air. I clawed at his hand but it had no effect. My vision darkened as I became lightheaded. I faintly heard another man's voice before I heard the man holding me yell out before dropping me. I took on several deep breaths and my vision brightened again. I saw a guard with his taser out.
"I'll take you back to your cell" He used his radio to get someone to deal with the older prisoner. I arrived at my cell and slept on the top bunk as it felt safer.

(Who was that man?)

DISCLAIMER:Some lines or scenes MAY have been taken and adapted from the games. THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO ALL CHAPTERS!!!