Stuck in a web {BBC Sherlock}

Days go by

I was back in my room in just a few hours. Ms Hudson had painted it purple, it looked lovely. The doctor's gave me an oxygen tank to carry, and they came to give me a refill everyday. I had a big one by my bed. This sucked.

At least it was only for a week or so.

The days passed, and I went in to see Mary a few times. Sherlock never left me alone. He was getting restless being cooped up the whole time. I told him he could go out on a case or something but he wouldn't leave me.

Its probably because the one time he did leave me in the care of Ms Hudson, she ended up tied to her kitchen sink and Sherlock arrived just in time to stop three men throwing me into the boot of their car.

Good times.

I walked downstairs on the day Mary was getting out of hospital, to find Sherlock sitting on the floor making millions of origami swans. They were everywhere, it was like a floating sea of swans.

"Sherlock?" I walked into the room to find him in the middle of the swans, in his thinking position. Mind Palace I thought to myself.

One another day, Sherlock had gotten so bored that I was allowed to go out with him on a case (Yes!)

We got to the murder scene in a matter of minutes after Lestrade had called. There was a woman lying dead in an alleyway.

We walked in and the police weren't too keen on letting me in, but one look from Sherlock shut them up.

I could get used to this.

As soon as I saw the body I nearly threw up. Her guts were lying everywhere and her head was bashed in.

"Do you want to wait for me in the cab?" Sherlock said gesturing to the cab that he made wait for us. "I'll be five minutes."

I nodded and got into the cab.

Little did Sherlock, or I, know that the Cabbie wasn't too nice.

As soon as I shut the door, the driver slammed his foot down on the gas and the car speeder off. The doors were locked and I started trying to smash them with my fists. From the window I could see Sherlock running after the car, police jumping into their own cars and racing after us.

I pounded on the glass and threw my entire force against the doors. The cabbie glared at me through the mirror. I heard a hiss, and realised he was trying to drug me. The white clouds filled the compartment and made me cough. Grabbing the handles, I kicked at the thick glass with my shoes, eventually breaking it. I stuck my now foggy head out of the broken window, gasping mouthfuls of fresh non drugged air. The cab swerved and I was thrown to the other side.

Scrambling to my feet, I grabbed the handle through the window and the door swung open. It bashed against a tree and flew off. I gripped the door frame tight. I could see Sherlock in the distance waving at me to jump. The car was travelling at illegal speed through the streets. And then we crossed a bridge.

It was one of those stupid could be suicidal decisions that I often make. I threw myself out of the cab and over the bridge railing. I plummeted headfirst towards the water, narrowly missing a boat. I didn't know whether it'd be shallow, ice cold, warm, deep- I just jumped, clutching onto my backpack.

It was ice cold, and (thankfully) not too shallow. At least I had a soft (ish) landing, and was free of the guy.

I swam to the side, people stopping to point at me. "That girl just jumped out of a cab and into the water!" When I got there, I coughed up water and blinked, slightly dazed. Sherlock was next to me in seconds.

"impressive." He said reaching a hand up to help me.

I blushed "Why thank you" I grinned at him.

"It probably wasn't sensible to go for a swim in your condition."

"It probably wasn't. "

Another time, when Mary and John were round, I walked down the stairs to hear hushed voices. I stopped to listen to what they were saying.

"I don't know why he's acting like this, its like he's become human." Johns voice was muffled.

"Maybe he likes her." Mary was with him

"Yeah, he's definitely trying to protect her."

"maybe its because she's Moriarty's sister, he likes the bad girls." They both giggled out of character, which made me frown and go back upstairs.

The doctor came after a few weeks and told me it was ok to have no oxygen tank. I was so relieved. The wretched this was gone and I could do what I liked.

Or maybe not, with Sherlock Holmes guarding me like an overprotective mother 24/7.

Unknown POV

"Sir, I-"

"Have you got her yet?" A heavy Russian accent interrupted me.

"No sir, but-"

"Vhy not?!"

"Sir, I'm afraid its impossible. Sherlock Holmes-"

"Hmm Sherlock Holmes eh?"

"Yes sir."

"Vhat about him?"

"It is impossible to get her when he's around."

"Vell you know what to do."

"Sir?"

"If you can't get one, get the both of them."

Smile stretched underneath the cloak and mask. I grinned to myself, this was going to be fun.

sorry I haven't updated in a while! this is a bit of a filler chapter anyway :3

just letting you know that Vladamir is played by Tom Huddleston X3

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