This is just an idea I thought of based on the new BBC show Sherlock. I kind of want it to be a Sherlock/OC fic.
Anyway, let me know what you think?
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Louisa ran down the dark, rain-slicked street as rain fell all around her.
Her breathing was heavy and laboured and her dress was torn.
But she kept on running.
Pausing for a moment, she slipped off her broken heels before continuing on as a car screeched around the corner.
Her heart pounded as she heard the vehicle gaining on her.
Pain shot through her poor, cut feet as she pounded the pavement.
With a stifled sob, Louisa managed to duck into the shadows of a darkened alleyway and watched as the car sped past looking for her.
"LOUISA!" called a man's voice from the car window. "You can run but you can't hide from us! We know where you live!"
Louisa trembled with fear as tears poured from her cheeks.
She couldn't let them find her again, she just couldn't.
As the car turned the corner, she let out a sharp sigh of relief and quickly turned around making to run back in the direction she had just come.
Shaking with fear she exited the gloomy alleyway and sprinted down the street.
She had been locked up for days. She didn't have a clue where she was or even what time of day it was, all she knew was that she had to run.
And fast.
Turning a corner she came to a well lit street, but before she could search for a street name of any sort, she heard a screech of car wheels behind her in the distance.
They were still after her...
She quickly ran, glancing behind her as she did so, just waiting for the moment the black car would swerve around the corner and take her away again.
What she hadn't noticed was a taxi pull up on the street ahead of her...
What she hadn't noticed was two men get out...
She only noticed when she ran straight into the two men almost bowling one of them over.
"Hey watch it!" shouted a blonde haired man with a walking stick, scowling at Louisa, but his face suddenly softened when he saw the state that she was in.
Louisa glanced up at the two figures.
The blonde fellow and a taller man, with dark hair and a long coat both stared at her, their eyes widening.
Louisa suddenly shuffled away from them, trembling with fear.
"No, no," said the sandy-haired man. "We're not going to hurt you."
Louisa shook her head and glanced down the street but there was no sign of the car.
"Please," she said quickly, but no sound came from her mouth.
She tried to speak again.
Nothing. Just silence.
"What's wrong? Tell us what's happened Miss," said the blonde man again.
Louisa opened her mouth but still there was nothing.
She tapped her throat with her hand. Trying to convey what was wrong.
"It's a trauma induced mutism," said the dark haired man, speaking for the first time. "We should get her inside."
Before Louisa could argue the tall man had opened the front door of the house and proceeded to usher her inside,
But before she stepped through the threshold she glanced up at the street street name.
Baker Street.
And the flat number...
221b.
Where the hell was she?
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