Missing Angels: A Sherlock Fanfiction. Chapter V I had piles of papers in front of me on different children missing in the area where Emily was taken. I began reading a report on the case when my heart sank, a few children turned up dead, a 12 year old named Benjamin, an 8 year old named Clara, and a 7 year old named Christian.
My mind swirling with worry, a hand gentle sat on my shoulder, “Are you okay?” Sherlock asked.
I was silent for a few moments “Some of the kids…they were killed…what…what if Emily…”
I couldn’t finish, he wrapped his arms around me, and held me close, “We will find her, I promise you” John was headed for the door, Sherlock’s grip released, “You going out? Can you get more tea?”
John paused, “Why can’t you? I was going to the car a moment.”
Sherlock handed him a twenty, “I’m dead remember?” he then sat beside me again
Missing Angels: A Sherlock Fanfiction. Chapter IVI took Sherlock’s hand in mine, and went toward the car, “Please at least spend one night with me.”
He had a hesitant look on his face, but his pale lips curved into a smile, “Okay just one.”
He laid across the back seat and I climbed in the front, then I drove back to the flat. We walked up the stairs to 221B, Sherlock open the door and there stood John, I hadn’t notice his car outside, but there he stood.
I was in my old flat. I'm not sure why. It's odd isn't it? How you can just suddenly end up somewhere....where you belong...without noticing how you got there? I need to leave.
I turn to leave...before I fall to my knees and fall apart, I've just gotten back together. The door opens. Reveling a tall man with pale skin and raven black curls.
"Sherlock?" I whisper.
"Hello, John," He sa
Missing Angels: A Sherlock Fanfiction- Chapter IIII felt a gentle hand shaking my arm, “Abby, I have to go now” John looked at me sympathetically,
“Okay” I hugged him, “I think I will stay awhile longer.” Moments after John left my phone rang, it sounded loud… loud as a scream with in the quiet cemetery. I answered it was my sister, who I had not seen in years, “Hello? Maria?” I asked.
She sobbed into the phone and in between sobs she said, “It’s Emily, she is missing… I just thought you should know.” She hung up and I just sat there phone still up to my ear, my niece was missing, a six year old girl, who knows where she is, or how long she will last on her own, I lowered the phone, and I thought I was imagining things, I thought I had went mad, because in my phone I saw Sherlock… I saw his refection.
I had been watching my friends sit by my grave..