(Third-person POV: )

Sometime later, Sherlock was walking down Baker Street towards his flat, his gaze distant and lost. As he arrived at the front door of 221B and turned to put his key in the door, his expression sharpened as he realised that the door had been jemmied open. Slowly pushing the door open, he went inside and carefully put his hand onto the opaque glass window of the interior door before also pushing that one open and stepping through into the hall. Immediately he saw that the door to 221A was ajar, and partway down the hall was a plastic bucket. He took a quick glance at the various items inside the bucket and saw that they were cleaning materials: A pair of rubber gloves, a duster, a spray can of what was probably screen and telephone sanitizer, a toilet brush and a bottle of disinfectant, and a couple of other items. Sherlock stepped closer to the stairs and saw a couple of scuff marks on the wall just above the risers. He instantly realized that one of the marks was made by someone awkwardly walking backwards up the stairs and having to feel their way with their feet, while the second was made by someone following the first person while facing forwards but being thrown off-balance by something. Looking more closely at the wall he saw a small indentation in the wallpaper. His gaze became more intense as he deducted that it was formed by someone dragging their hand along the wall, clawing at it in a desperate attempt to stop themselves being hauled backwards up the stairs. The depth of the nail mark could only have been made by someone with fairly long nails, and now Sherlock knew that the person being dragged was Mrs. Hudson. Slowly he raised his head as he visualized her struggling as she was half-pulled and half-carried upstairs by a couple of men as a third man preceded them. In his mind, he heard her panic-stricken protests of, “Stop it!” at her assailants before she cried out Sherlock’s name in terror and anguish, followed by a warning to Alice.

 “Alice.” He quickly thought. She would have taken care of the men. Something was definitely wrong. Sherlock stared intensely up the stairs and slowly his expression changed from deductive to outright murderous. Sherlock stood there for a few seconds as his rage builds, and then he got moving. Not long afterwards he slowly pushed open the door to the living room of 221B. In front of the fireplace Mrs. Hudson was sitting on a dining chair facing the door, and behind her stands Neilson, the CIA man who led the raid on Irene’s house. He was holding another pistol with an over-compensatory silencer attached and is aiming the gun at the back of Mrs. Hudson’s head. Alice was next to the man, conscious but beat and her hands bound. She was not afraid, just angry. Very, very angry.

One of his men was standing looking out of the window but turned as the door opens; the other stood near the sliding door into the kitchen, holding his weapon to the red-head. As Sherlock slowly strolled into the room with his hands clasped behind his back, Mrs. Hudson – already crying quietly – began to sob a little louder. Alice looked down at her sadly, and gazed to Sherlock, determination in her eyes.

 “Oh, Sherlock, Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson cried.

 “Don’t snivel, Mrs. Hudson. It’ll do nothing to impede the flight of a bullet.” Sherlock gently warned. He looked at Neilson. “What a tender world that would be.” He added.

 “Oh, please, sorry, Sherlock.” The housekeeper apologized, sobbing quietly as she gazed up at him.

“I believe you have something that we want, Mr. Holmes.” Neilson announced. Alice glared at him, looking like she would kill him with her thumb if necessary.

 “Then why don’t you ask for it?” Sherlock asked. He walked closer and held out his right hand towards Mrs. Hudson. She flailed towards it, whimpering, and he gently turned back the sleeve of her right hand and looked at the bruises on her wrist.

 “Sher-” Mrs. Hudson began, whimpering slightly. Neilson interrupted.

 “I’ve been asking this one. She doesn’t seem to know anything.” He said calmly. Sherlock’s gaze raised a little and he saw that the right shoulder of Mrs. H’s cardigan had been ripped at the seam, exposing her skin underneath. “But you know what I’m asking for, don’t you, Mr. Holmes?” Neilson continued. Alice was watching Sherlock carefully; not at all offended that he wasn’t as worried about her. She was glad. Sherlock looked a little higher and saw a cut on her right cheek. His eyes flicked across to Neilson’s right hand holding the pistol. He had a silver ring on his third finger and there was blood on it. Sherlock raised his head and looked directly at Neilson – but he wasn’t deducing him. In very rapid succession he was picking out target points on his body: Carotid artery, skull, eyes. His eyes dropped to Neilson’s arm and chest: Artery, lungs, and ribs. He raised his eyes to Neilson’s again.

 “I believe I do.” He answered simply. Mrs. Hudson whimpered as he released her hands and straightened up, putting his hands behind his back again.

 “Oh, please, Sherlock.” Mrs. Hudson begged.

 “First, get rid of your boys.” Sherlock instructed, looking to Neilson.

 “Why?” Neilson asked.

 “I dislike being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room.” Sherlock answered. Neilson hesitated for a moment, and then glanced at his colleagues.

 “You two, go to the car.” He instructed.

 “Then get into the car and drive away.” Sherlock looked back to Neilson. “Don’t try to trick me. You know who I am. It doesn’t work.” He clicked the ‘k’ of ‘work’ loudly. The two men left the room and headed down the stairs. He quickly glanced at Alice, who had already begun trying to untie the knot in the ropes binding her. She looked back to him and quickly gave a small nod. “Next, you can stop pointing that gun at me.”

 “So you can point a gun at me?” Neilson accused.

 “I’m unarmed.” Sherlock corrected, stepping back and spreading his arms on either side.

 “Mind if I check?” Neilson asked.

 “Oh, I insist.” Sherlock said sarcastically. Neilson came around from behind Mrs. Hudson, walked over to Sherlock and patted his breast pocket and flicked the coat open while Sherlock stood meekly with his arms still spread. Walking around behind him, Neilson started patting for any hidden weapon at his back. Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically at Mrs. Hudson, but he was already covertly starting to bend his right arm towards himself. Quickly –so quickly you couldn’t tell where it came from- he whipped out the sanitizer spray can, twisted around and sprayed the contents directly into Neilson’s eyes. As Neilson screamed, Sherlock reared back and then savagely head butted him in the face. Neilson fell back over the coffee table, unconscious, as Sherlock flipped the can into the air triumphantly.

 “Moron.” He said happily. Alice grinned and walked over to the unconscious man and leaned over him as Sherlock slammed the can onto the table. He hurried over to Mrs. Hudson and dropped to his knees in front of her. 

 “Oh, thank you.” She asked gleefully.

 “You’re all right now, you’re all right.” Sherlock said calmly, stroking her face gently. Alice looked over.

 “Yes.” Mrs. Hudson confirmed to herself. She smiled up at Alice, who had walked next to the sociopath. He stood up and faced Alice, bending down a bit to her height (which wasn’t much less than his and it wasn’t really necessary, but his human side prompted him to do so) and gently took the tape off of her mouth.

 “Ahhh... Thank you, Sherlock.” She thanked, sighing happily as she licked her lips. He smiled and went behind her to untie the ropes. She began explaining what happened;

“And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry... they took Mrs. Hudson and as I came down to see what was happening one of them hit my head and I couldn’t see and they... I couldn’t fight back or help. I’m sor-” Sherlock cut her off.

 “It’s okay. I understand.” He said softly as he came round to her front again and smiled gently. He stood up to his full height and looked over his shoulder towards Neilson’s prone body, his expression still promising murder.

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