Female Pronouns!

(Basically, Jim, Mycroft, and Sherlock have slight feelings for Reader, and John and Mary are platonic to her of course)

The street was empty as Y/n walked back to 221B Baker St. from her school. She had her headphones in as she strolled down the lonely sidewalk, listening to sweet holiday tunes to relax from the rough day.

She passed by many of the flat complexes and noticed that one of them had an unusual smell. Thinking it's someone's cooking that had gone bad, she just continued walking.

Once she started feeling sick and felt like she was about to faint she started to worry. She started seeing white spots and her vision started fading, her knees buckled under her and she had a harder time at breathing. Seconds later she fell to the ground hitting her head, then painfully went unconscious.

Her phone rang multiple times but no one heard or answered it. The person trying to call was Mycroft, wondering where she was. When he didn't have any data from the call, he tracked down her phone's pin and found that it had been sitting in the cold outside for a long time. 

With a quick text to his younger brother about where he needed to be, he left hoping to find Y/n somewhere.

When Sherlock didn't respond he got frustrated and tried calling him, nothing. He called John. Once again, no one answered.

His final plan was to call Mary, which he did and she finally picked up.

"Mycroft?" "Yes, Hello, Can you please come to this location? Y/n is missing and is nowhere to be found..." "On my way. Why didn't you ask the Baker St. Boys?" "None of them answered" "Oh, okay." The call ended before being able to say goodbyes and thanks.

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Y/n was blindfolded. She felt restrains on her ankles and wrist. She sensed the area she was in and guessed that it's more spacious than a flat or living room but still enclosed and very empty. It's somewhere abandoned by the smell of emptiness that lingers in the air, a shock running up her spine.

This had to be one of the Professor's tricks again, Whoever captured her was now slowly walking up to her. The footsteps, which she could tell were from a male's shoes, echoed through the atmosphere the sound surrounding her.

"Hello~" The familiar deep male voice hummed.

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 "Oh god, that again. It's not important!" Sherlock groaned.

"Not important? It's primary school stuff. How can you not know that?" John scoffed, "Well If I ever did I deleted it." "Deleted it?" John suddenly turns confused.
"Listen. This is my hard drive and it only makes sense to put things in there that are useful. Really useful. Ordinary people fill their heads with all kinds of rubbish. And that makes it hard to get at the stuff that matters. Do you see?"
"But it's the solar system!" John exclaimed, shocked at the fact that his friend didn't know how the earth rotated around the sun.

"Oh! Hell!? What does that matter? So we go 'round the sun. If we went 'round the moon or round and round the garden like a teddy bear it wouldn't make any difference." He exaggerated, "All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots. Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world." Sherlock insulted and he turned his back towards him.

John sighed, he checked his phone just in time as Mary called,

"Hey Mary"

"John! Where are you and Sherlock right now?" Mary's voice sounded concerned, 

"In the flat, why?"

"Mycroft called the two of you, it's urgent!"

John takes his ear off the phone and looks at Sherlock, covering the microphone with his hands John whispered: "He's calling Mary now!" giving a displeased look to Sherlock.

"What did he want?" 

"Y/n is suspected kidnapped!" Mary told them the location and the boys walked down the stairs.

"And you two were too busy blabbering that you never picked up." Mary nagged,

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry Mary." Sherlock and John apologized while running to the location where the police, Mycroft, and Mary are.

Sherlock sniffed the air, "Get an oxygen sample." He demanded one of the officers who told one of his men to get a sample, Sherlock moved closer to one of the flats, noticing that the smell was in that direction, but once he reached the door, the stench was gone.

"What can you deduce about this case, brother?" Mycroft looked around while leaning against his umbrella.

Sherlock snapped back at his brother, "Why are you suddenly interested in helping Y/n?"

"For gods sakes Sherlock, She's been kidnapped!" John huffed,

"Oh, oh no, You don't have feelings do you?" Sherlock smirked, as Mycroft's small smile turned into a frown, as his pupils started dilating.

John had shut up and stared at Mycroft, confused, Mary also watched, Mycroft sheepishly coughed as Sherlock put his smirk away, slightly.

"Not my division." He mumbled under his breath.

"Sherlock, do you have all you need?" D.I Greg Lestrade came around and asked, 

"Just give me one more minute thanks," Sherlock glared back at his brother for a second then continued looking around looking for any mistakes the kidnappers might've forgotten.

"John, Look," Sherlock pointed down at the snow,

"Yeah, I'm looking" John replied as Sherlock crouched on the ground, examining the snow,

"Uhm, What exactly are we looking at?" 

"Footprints John! Footprints!" Sherlock used his magnifying glass to closely look at the snow,

"It's lightly covered in a thin sheet of snow, There are more than two different ones, which means." Sherlock paused to give John a chance to continue the deduction.

"That it wasn't just one person who toke Y/n." He came to realization,

"Important information, naked to the human eye, a girls shoe; Y/n, and two other male footprints." He found a sliver of a black shoe's outsole, using his tweezers he picked it up and carefully placed it in a clear lidded container.

He looked around, but Y/n's phone wasn't on the ground, so he assumed that someone had picked it up.

Glancing around quickly of his environment he stood up and walked to the group, John followed afterwards,

"Where's her phone?"

"What do you mean where's her phone it's right ther-" 

"See, it's also missing"

"But, that can't be! My phone detected that it'll be right here-"

"Someone must've taken it right when you found its location"

"The kidnapper must've come back for it."

"So, they must have it"

Nodding at Lestrade he glared once back at Mycroft and went to go call a cab, Mary quickly telling John that she'll meet him later.

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"Hi!" Y/n chirped sarcastically,

The male had stopped dead in his tracks,

"Oh, You thought this was my first encounter with you? Oh welp," She shrugged, then suddenly the same old deep Dublin voice talked this time, right behind her, making her jump a slight bit.

"Oh, and you do know that your sass Will be the end of you, pretty lady~" He hummed. The atmosphere suddenly turned darker, and more sinister. 

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"Molly, the reports please." Sherlock stretched his hand out, not taking his eyes off the microscope.

The file of papers landed in his hands, more forceful then what Molly would've handed.

Sherlock took his eyes off the microscope to notice John checking out the other liquids.

"John? Where did Molly go?"

"She went out," John replied, Sherlock had tilted his head a bit in confusion.

"Oh? Why?" He started to look through the pages.

"Don't know, Probably lunch" Sherlock slowly nodded, it wasn't normal for Molly to just leave when Sherlock was in there.

"Hey, um- About Y/n-" John sucked in air, as he sat down on a stool nearby,

"Yes?"

"And Mycroft-" Sherlock groaned, angerly closing the portfolio.

John looked at Sherlock shocked, as none of them spoke a word, "Alright, nevermind then"

They went back to looking through stuff. Moments later Sherlock jumped out of his seat, "Syncope!" Sherlock grabbed his coat and left out the lab.

{Yes, I know that 'Syncope' is not a specific drug or a drug at all, it's fainting, but, That is what Y/n had done and I couldn't find the actual drug I had in mind so, just deal with this for now}

"Sherlock!-" John sighed as he chased after him, he managed to catch up with him and land in the same cab.

"So-" "Don't speak please John," Sherlock looked out the window as John stared at him, then looked ahead of him to the back of the front seat.

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The male took off the blindfold on Y/n off slowly, dropping it on the ground next to her.

"Nice to actually see, beautiful view" She looked around the empty space.

The male walked in front of her, he was wearing a hood and it was covering his face.

"Oh do reveal that face of yours, I'm sure I won't die from it" Y/n rolled her eyes, he snatched the hood off his head to reveal, a pissed off Moriarty, but soon calmed down.

"Hello~ I'm Ja-"

"Professor James Moriarty, Yes, we're already past the introductions, just skip to the part where you threaten me or some shit" Y/n shrugged, her face annoyed,

"What have I told you about your sass?!" Jim growled,

"That, it'll be the end of me, yup, I was already aware of that, but I somehow am still alive, Ha!" She blew puffs of breath into the cold air, watching as it floated away.

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"Mycroft? You ok?" Mary had asked, As the older brother of the Holmes family was still staring into the unknown distance, unaware that he's unmoved.

"Yes, I'm fine." Mycroft spun his umbrella and walked back to the cars, without another word he sat in his car as the driver started driving away back to The Diogenes Club.

Mary looked around, watching the light snow get blown away by the wind, she sighed and walked to her car, the snow crunching under her feet, she drove back home to watch Rosie waiting for a call or text from either one of the boys.

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Sherlock texted Lestrade the place where the cabbie was taking them, an abandoned bomb shelter far from central London. He quickly glanced at a photo of Y/n, John, and him standing outside of 221B's door then shut off his phone, his eyes wandering back out the cab's window.

He felt his phone ping with a message which means that Lestrade was starting to head there.

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An echoed ding had rung from Moriarty's pocket,

"Busy?" Y/n asked. Jim ignored her as he checked his phone, his eyes perked up at first in worry then drifted back to a coverup.

"You don't have long Y/n~" He cooed as he walked closer towards you,

"Neither do you." 

"Yeah, ok, But I'm not scared of death"

"Neither am I" She smirked, honestly though, she was/wasn't.

"While we wait." Jim started as he started playing with his phone in his left hand, "Why don't we have a chat"

"Well, that is what we were doing a few minutes ago so yeah, let us just continue" Y/n smirked as she could basically feel Jim's rage through the thick air.

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The cabbie stopped a block away from where Sherlock told Lestrade to meet, the reason is he didn't want the cabbie to gossip and ask why he wanted to set off in an empty bomb shelter.

Sherlock got out of the cab and John paid, the cab drove away and the boys started jogging down the block where a big building was in the distance.

Also in the distance were two police cars and an ambulance. Greg appeared out of one of the cars followed by Sargent Donovan on the other side. 

Lestrade started ordering groups to look out and around, They broke open the metal door and Sherlock John, Sally, and Greg started to get inside and try to find Y/n, alive.

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"Humans," Jim said after he had asked for Y/n's true opinions.

"Hard to deal with." She replied Jim nodded, pondering of the next question.

"Relationship?" 

"Is that why you've kidnaped me? Just to be a child and ask for my love interest?" Y/n sighed, "Such an idiot" She chuckled as she looked at the face of Moriarty before he was able to punch her the sound of a thick sheet metal falling made them jump,

"Oh goodie, your friends are here," Jim groaned, The sound of a gun clicking echoed as multiple footsteps walked closer to where they were.

"Why hello~"

"Put the gun away Professor, You're surrounded." Greg's voice followed by more gun clicks.

"I wouldn't say that...You are too" Jim's sinister voice had rasped.

"Uh, Sorry 'bout that Jim" Sherlock and John said, multiple groans and sounds of gun dropping could be heard.

"Nice job guys," Sherlock said to the team behind them.

"Get him," Lestrade told one of the groups.

"It wouldn't affect him anyway, he's a criminal mastermind, The Napoleon of Crime, He doesn't want power or anything, just an answer to two questions." Y/n talked, as Sherlock started to free her from the restraints.

"Thanks, It was starting to get very sore." Y/n stood up and walked over to Moriarty who was being held back by two of Lestrade's' men.

"Sherlock, what is she on about?" John whispered,

"She's a smart one." Sherlock replied monochromatically.

"Two questions, two question that if answered, can tear your life apart." Y/n was inches away from Moriarty, pointing angerly at his face.

"Well, I wouldn't say that" He rolled his eyes

"Will you ever be not bored, and Will you have a Significant Other." Y/n stared at him, everyone watching.

"Not until you die. And Not unless they're paid, you reptile." She hissed, 

"Oh dear Y/n, It's hard to see through you." Jim smirked, "You've found another good Pet Sherlock, a Smart one this time." Jim hissed as he looked at Y/n first, then Sherlock and John. Sherlock gritting his teeth. {How dare you imply that about Jawn}

"See ya!" Jim chirped as he started to get pulled away.

As soon as they left, Sherlock, John, and Greg came over to check on Y/n, she kept insisting that she was fine and started to walk out with Sherlock and John.

Once outside, Y/n pulled something out of her coat pocket, a cigaret, She handed it to Sherlock who looked at it confused.

"Take it."

"Why? And where did you get it?"

"My thanks, and Stole it from Moriarty." John looked even more confused.

"He doesn't smoke" Sherlock stared at Y/n as she looked to other direction.

"You'll be surprised." Sherlock took it and she had helped him light it.

The two looked at her even more confused, "Don't ask." Sherlock breathed out a breath of smoke and the three started to walk.

"If you don't mind, I want to make a phone call," Y/n didn't wait much for a reply and walked over to somewhere else.

She pulled out her phone, which she stole back from Moriarty having noticed that her SIM card had been taken out, 'Clever man' she thought as she walked back to ask to borrow Sherlock's phone.

John handed her his phone, "I like using Apple thanks" She smiled as Sherlock handed his phone. {If you don't have an Apple, or disagree with this statement, then just roll with it}

Going back to somewhere farther away from them, she went to Mycroft's contact, She called him and waited.

"Hello?"

"Hi"

"Y/n?!"

"Yup it's me, He took it, Mycroft."

"Crap. Wait, then-"

"Moriarty stole my SIMs card, using Sherlock's"

"Alright."

"See ya."

"Glad you're safe" She swore she heard from Mycroft.

Their call ended and Y/n made sure to delete the call history before handing it back to Sherlock,

"Alright, let's go home!" Y/n lead the way trying to find a cab.

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(2726 words)

Wow, this was very long XD

I had the idea, but I changed it to be longer, VERY longer heh

Hope you liked it!

Anyways,

See ya!

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"There was two of them." Sherlock stated

"Yeah, I heard someone else's footprints besides Jim's" Y/n concluded.

"Why did you give me that cigar, and why did you need my phone specifically?" Sherlock asked. John who was just sitting next to them, listening since he didn't have much to say.

"I told you, my Thanks for saving me, and needed to update myself"

"Who were you talking to?" John spoke, 

"What?"

"You were talking to someone, we heard you talking"

"Just a friend" Y/n looked out the window, as the rest of the cab ride back to 221B Baker Street was quiet.