Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XX : Help (Sara)

Dedicated to @Uilosris, @RedPanda1203, @iamsherlocked64 (hope you feel better). I'm so grateful for all your kind comments and help !!

"Sherlock ! Stop pacing. You'll aggravate your stitches." John cried as I opened the door, dumping the groceries on the ground. "Having fun are we ?" I muttered, as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. I surveyed the room. There were papers strewn everywhere and a knife was embedded in the wall. Discarded cups of tea sat on the floor and the smiley face was peppered with bullet holes. Sherlock strode up and down the living room, muttering unintelligible words, under his breath, I caught "Kara." and "Moriarty." I silently motioned for John to go unpack the shopping and walked up to Sherlock. Resting a hand on his arm, I forced him to look at me. "Sherlock." I said gently. "We will find her, I promise. Just not like this. You need to rest, regain your strength and then we will find her." I stared at him as he began to calm down. He slumped into his chair in defeat. I handed him a plateful of toast with a small smile. As he ate, I gathered up the papers, reviewing each one. Then I froze as I saw the address. "Sherlock. This address. Where did you find it ?"                                                                                                                                                       Sherlock looked at me. "It was under the alias Artimes Joma. Why ?" he asked in between mouthfuls of toast. "This is where I lived before, before Sam was kidnapped. You don't think he's  Involved in this. Do you ?" I asked worriedly.

Kara

I was jolted awake by the screeching sound of my cell door opening. Bound to my chair, I craned my head to get a look at who it was. It was Moriarty and his henchman Benjamin Woods, who was dragging a petrified young boy behind him. "Good Morning Kara." he grinned maliciously. "Before we start. Have you got anything you would like to tell me ?" I sighed. Day after day, Moriarty found new ways to torture me. Trying to find information on Sherlock that could be used to destroy him, and day after day I stayed silent. I shook my head and Moriarty signalled to Benjamin, who aimed his gun at the child. I paled. "So here's how this is going to go. You tell me all I want to know, or I shoot little Tim here."                                                                                                                "No, NO ! James, leave him out of this. He's just a child. Please." I pleaded in vain.                                  "Tell me what I want to know then." Sang Moriarty. I stayed silent, nauseated at how Moriarty manipulated people. "I will do it." warned Moriarty, a dangerous glint in his eyes. I sobbed. If I gave away Sherlock, Moriarty would murder him and everyone close to him. But if I didn't so many more would die. Despising myself, I stayed silent. Moriarty motioned to Benjamin. Tim began to scream. I closed my eyes, holding in my sobs as I heard the gunshot. They both walked out, leaving me alone, tied to a chair, covered in the blood of a child I murdered.

 AN : Nooooo Kara !!! If you don't remember who Sam and Benjamin are, reread chapters 3 and 6.