The taxi pulled up outside 113 Northumberland Street. They all stepped out of the taxi and looked up at the building, there was a light shining through the window on the second floor but the rest of the building looked abandoned falling into a state of disrepair.

"That must be where shes being held, Mary go to Scotland Yard inform Lestrade that theres a hostage situation and tell him the location, John your coming with me, if his harmed her im going to need your help" Sherlock turned as soon as he finished speaking with John hot on his heels.

They sneaked up the stairs guns in hand awaiting the horrors that awaited them on the second floor.

The floor boards squeaked and threatened to give way as they edged towards the room where the light was creeping into the hall way.

Sherlock pushed the door open and walked into the room, a look of horror appeared on his face which unnerved John who saw Sherlock calm and collected at the most gruesome of crime scenes. He followed Sherlocks gaze and saw what put his best friend in such a state.

There she was, Louise her body broken and bruised. There was lacerations on her back where blood slowly weeped on the floor, above her on the wall a note written in her blood read 'insurance expired, but dont threat the next one will be priceless - JM'.

As he finished reading the horrific message on the wall he saw Sherlock race over to his wife and cradle her in his arms, tears visible on his face. "John shes still alive". He raced over to Sherlocks side helping out the woman applying pressure to the wounds on her back slowing the bleeding down untill help arrived.

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

At the hospital John and Mary were sitting in the waiting room whilst Sherlock paced up and down running his hands through his hair. He hated waiting, images of his wife flashed through his mind every now and then. Crumpled up on the floor battered and bruised. He was just hoping that he didnt get there to late.

Mary walked over to Sherlock and placed her hand on his shoulder "dont worry Sherlock, shes a strong woman, she will pull through".

Sherlock stopped pacing and turned to face Mary who pulled him into a hug "thankyou" he whispered into her ear then sat down waiting for yhe doctor to come fetch him.

Sherlocks POV

Its been 3 hours since she was taken into surgery, I look over to John and Mary and notice that they fell asleep, I did tell them that they could go home and i'd call if theres any change but they refused saying that they wanted to be there for me and Louise when we needed them.

It was strange as I never expected to have friends like this, especially when I tend to piss the majority of the population off within the first 5 mins of meeting them.

Finally I see a doctor walking towards my direction, I gove John a nudge waking them both up. My hearts in my mouth and all sorts of ideas ran thelrough my mind.

'Is she alive?, Has she died?, If she has what am I going to tell the kids?' I saw the doctor call my name and suddenly snapped out of my thoughts concentrating on what he had to say. His next words could make or break me.

"Mr Holmes, its good news your wife is in a stable condition, but due to the extent of her injuries she will have to stay here for 3 weeks".

"What injuries did she have?" I asked dreading what the answer will be.

"She had 3 broken ribs, her right leg was broken, multiple cuts to her back and stomach and we found a high amount of drugs in her system, but fortunatley her vital organs wasnt effected, you can go see her now if you like. But be warned shes still coming round".

Sherlock nodded and ran to the room his wife was in, he walked up to her bedside and sat on the chair holding her hand awaiting the moment she woke up.