Sherlock-
You sat in the room for what felt like hours. You just stared at the wall and waited for Sherlock. You never saw your kidnapper again. Then you heard shouting. The door to the room opened and Lestrade walked in. "Hey there (Y/N). Good to see your safe." he said cutting the ropes off you and helping you stand. He lead you out of the building you were being held and that's when you saw him. Even from behind you knew it was him because of his curly dark hair and his favorite coat. He turned and you ran to him. "Sherlock!" you whispered and he held you tight in his arms. "It's okay Darling. It's okay." Sherlock said kissing the top of your head. "You must be freezing." he said and quickly took off his coat and helping you slip it over your body. "Sherlock?" "Yes (Y/N)?" "Can we just go home? I know they want to talk to me but I can't right now. I want to go home and sleep in our bed with you." you sighed. "Of course. I think even Lestrade's stupid officers can understand." He said and lead you to a waiting cab.

John-
(Guys I don't know what it is about John but I find it hard to right for him!!! So I think I'm going to kick him out of this book unless a request is made! Sorry)

Greg-
You sat in an abandoned warehouse in who knows where praying that Greg would find you. 'Greg where are you?' you thought. Maybe he had hired Sherlock to help. Of course Sherlock could find you. Just as you thought this there he was. "Hello (Y/N) Gary will be happy you're alive. Come along. Wasting time." Sherlock said after tying you. "It's Greg. Not Gary." you remind him. "Whatever. Names are boring. There he is." Sherlocks rants and pushes you into Greg's arms. "Oh there you are sweetheart. I thought I had lost you." he said wrapping his arms around you. "I was so scared." you whispered and started to visibly shake. "I know. Come here we need to get you warm." Greg said and took to the ambulance to be check over then you were given a shock blanket. And soon you were home.

Jim-
"Sleeping with a psychopath. How interesting." Sherlock said after untying your hands and feet giving you your tea. "Sociopath. He prefers sociopath." you inform him. "Tell me how did you get started hanging around him?" "Oh Mr. Holmes you already know that don't you?" you smirked. "Yes but I want you to tell me." he smirked in return. "How about I tell you?" Jim's voice rang thru the flat. "Good afternoon, Sherlock. Kitten, I say it's time you return home. I'll be expecting dinner on the table." "Of course." you said standing and headed to the door. Jim stopped you. Pulled you into his arms and kissed you with the passion he usually saved for the bedroom. You returned by putting your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. He released you and let you walk away. You look at John and Sherlock one last time a smirk on your face before heading home to start dinner.