I woke up and my head was pounding. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was tied to a chair in a dingy cave and gagged. I looked around and saw that John and Sarah were also there tied to chairs. In front of Sarah was the arrow contraption from the circus, ready to shoot her. The woman from the circus was there, wearing some black sunglasses, talking to John.

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes!" I heard him explain, shouting desperately. The woman however, was having none of it and slit the bag of sand, which began leaking into the scales. Sarah screamed against her gag, an action I found myself doing too. John continued to tell the woman that he was not Sherlock Holmes when the man himself entered the cave.

The woman turned towards Sherlock as he addressed her. She arm and pointed a gun at Sherlock. "I wouldn't shoot if I were you, if you miss, the bullet will ricochet off of the walls and could hit anyone of us, including yourself." He reasoned.

"I have no intention of missing." She returned.

"I'd take off your glasses, it may be hard to shoot straight in the dark." He told her as he kicked over the torch stand, extinguishing the flames and plunging us into darkness. I hear the woman shoot and the bullet bounce off of the walls. I shuffled in my chair, trying to topple it. It fell over and I landed on my wrist, feeling it break as searing pain shot from it. I cried against my gag as I heard footsteps and struggling. I couldn't make out anything in the dark, but I soon heard the whistle of the arrow and a thump. I hoped that it wasn't Sarah who was hit as I heard footsteps running out of the cave.

Sherlock untied John and Sarah, before coming over to me. He took off my gag before moving to the ties around my ankles and wrists. I heard John consoling Sarah, when Sherlock reached for my left wrist. "Ow!" I hissed as he touched it, more tears leaking from my eyes.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to lift you up to untie you." He told me, as I whimpered and nodded my head, letting him lift me up. He did and quickly untied my wrist. He helped me up and we made our way over to John and Sarah.

*****

Soon enough, the police and paramedics arrived. Sarah was led away, not injured, just shocked, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. John and Sherlock went over to talk with DI Dimmock as I sat in the back of the ambulance getting my wrist checked over. They finish talking to Dimmock before coming over to me. John talked to the paramedics as Sherlock talked to me.

"We have to go to the hospital, they think you've broken your wrist." John explained as he finished talking to the paramedic and came to me. I nodded okay and he told us we were going in the ambulance. So I stood up and climbed in the ambulance with John and Sherlock, and we headed to the hospital.

When we arrived at the hospital, another doctor looked over my wrist before sending me for an x-ray. It turned out that it was broken, no surprises there, and that I needed to wear a cast for six weeks. It worked out that I should have it off just in time for the show so I was quite lucky in that sense. They put the cast on and we all left to catch a taxi back to Baker Street.

Back at Baker Street, I was fussed over by both John and Sherlock. "Guys, I'm okay, I just broke my wrist." I finally exclaimed, raising both my hand up to stop them. "Look, it's getting late, I should probably go home, I think I'm meant to be back at the theatre tomorrow." I explained before heading to the door and grabbing my coat before either could object. John, knowing he couldn't change my mind, told me to be safe, giving me a hug goodbye, before he heading upstairs to his bedroom. Sherlock came towards me and grabbed his own coat. "What are you doing?" I asked him, confused.

"Taking you home, wouldn't want you to get abducted again." He answered, leading the way down the stairs.

"You really don't have to, Sherlock, I'll be fine." I tried to convince him, not wanting him to go out of his way, just to escort me home.

"But I want to. It's no trouble, really." He assured me, as he held the door of 221B open for me. "After you." He smile charmingly, as I passed through the door, following me and shutting the door behind him, while I hailed a taxi.

*****

The taxi ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. It was also quite quick, since my apartment was not that far from Baker Street, it was a distance I'd usually walk but it was quite late, and I had Sherlock with me, so I opted to take a taxi. I tossed the driver the fare when we reached my apartment building and I walked to the door, still accompanied by Sherlock. "Hey, I'll be fine from here, you can go if you want." I told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, smiling down at me.

"Yes, thank you for bringing me." I returned his smile, before lifting onto my tiptoes and kissing his cheek, instantly blushing and looking down to the floor.

"It was no- no problem." He stumbled over his words as I looked up to meet his eyes. I saw that a blush had risen across his cheeks.

"Goodnight, Sherlock."

"Goodnight, Chloe."

*****

The next day, I awoke with a smile on my face as I recounted the events of the night before. Not the whole kidnapped and tied to a chair in a dingy cave where I broke my wrist, part of the night, but the very end of the night where Sherlock had taken me home. I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of my phone ringing. It was Elliot, obviously, no one else rang me.

"Good morning sunshine, can you come to work today?" He asked me.

"Yeah sure, I'll be down for half nine if that's okay." I told him.

"That's great, see you then." He replied, before hanging up the phone and leaving me to get up and ready. I quickly threw on my jeans and top, with slight difficulty due to my cast, before I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. At quarter past nine I grabbed my coat and left the flat, heading to the theatre.

Ten minutes later, I was at the theatre and entering the main foyer, I spotted Elliot. "Hey Elliot, what are we doing today?" I asked as I approached him.

"Just rehearsals, as normal."He explained before his eyes caught my hand. "What happened to your wrist?" He asked. I explained the events of the night before, after he had headed home, as we went into the stage room. He was shocked to say the least, before he asked me about my cast.

"Don't worry, it should be off in six weeks, just in time for the show." I explained, laughing when I saw him instantly relax.

"Yeah, I don't think a blue cast would really go with that ridiculous dress." I stated as Elliot and I laughed before we began rehearsals.

*****

The day stretched on, and rehearsals finally finished. Elliot and I wandered to the coffee shop, as usual. At about half five we parted ways and I headed home. On my walk, I got a text from John, asking if I wanted to come around, an offer I accepted as I continued on my way, stopping when I reached Baker Street.

I reached up to the door knocker, which was straight rather than slanted as it usually was. I walked in, knowing neither John, Mrs Hudson or Sherlock minded. I headed up the stairs to hear Sherlock talking to someone, but the voice that replied was not John's, yet I recognised it. I pushed the door open and saw Sherlock in his seat and another man in John's.

Sherlock looked up and saw me, a smile spreading on his face. "Hey Chloe, John's in the kitchen." He told me as John popped around the corner.

"Hi Chloe, tea?" My cousin asked. I accepted as he headed back into the kitchen.

"Who's this Sherlock?" I asked as I sat down on the sofa.

"Good afternoon, Miss Watson, how nice it is to see you again." The man in the chair greeted me, as it hit me who he was. He was the man who broke into my flat. He was Sherlock's brother.