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[jen-watson-md]

Jen was startled awake by a loud CRACK, in the next room, she guessed. She quickly calmed down, and seeing as there was a dim light on what looked like a small table, or desk, she figured she hadn't been alone for long. Shifting slightly, she held her breath for a moment, listening. Hearing nothing else, she adjusted her hands in the cuffs, amazed her hands weren't numb at all. She desperately hoped that the two men wouldn't come back anytime soon, although she was curious about the noise. It sounded like a gunshot, but maybe whatever they'd injected her with had caused her to dream oddly.

Resignedly, she sits back against the cold, hard wall, looking up at her pinned wrists, examining the metal cuffs. "Hmm... I might get free if I could just.... Oh, bloody hell..." Forcing herself to slump over like she had been, she closes her eyes just as someone enters the room. She barely had time to wonder, when he spoke.

"Eh, looks like she's still out, wonder when Boss'll let us have some fun..." The man cackles, and Jen forces herself to feign being drugged. If he so much as touched her, he'd know how unhappy she was in this situation. If she timed it right, and didn't open her eyes, a well placed kick might impede his plans, or he'd forget them altogether... She silently prayed he wouldn't bother her.

After a while, making sure she was still out, he left, muttering something unintelligible to the other guy, Jen presumed, who was standing guard outside. Then the door shut, and she slowly opened her eyes... to find herself in utter darkness. It didn't bother her much... it was the unknown that frightened her.

She couldn't see or hear anything. Now, Jen was really worried. This is why she always slept with a small light on, and a radio, quietly playing music...

In the silent night, her flashbacks would start again...

[jen-watson-md]

She comes to her senses, slowly, groggily. Moaning slightly, she tries to rub her head… Oh, how it hurt. Like she’d been on a long drinking bender. But something stops her. She’s handcuffed… No. Manacled, to a wall. As she got her bearings, Jen realized that she was in trouble. “Where in the blazes am I? Hello? Anyone else here?” After listening for a long moment, she relaxed a bit. “Now, how to break free…” She set about observing her surroundings, and fiddling with the manacles. Suddenly, she hears voices. She stops, and realizes her best bet is to appear to be out cold, still. Closing her eyes, she allows her body to slump over, breathing shallowly. “Oi, mate. She’s still out… Ya think I hit her too hard?” Another voice answers. “Nah, but the boss doesn’t want to take any chances she’ll escape… Or die trying.” They both laugh, and the smell of booze and cigarettes fill Jen’s airspace. “Too bad, she’s pretty…” There’s a small, sharp pain in her neck, and she mentally struggles to stay calm. She’d been drugged before, just never like this. Thinking to herself, just before she slips back into nothingness… “You had better work quickly, Sherlock…”

[jen-watson-md]

Jen paces the apartment after Sherlock leaves, trying to resist following him. “That bloody idiot… If he gets hurt, it’s my fault, seeing as I’m not there…” Muttering to herself, she doesn’t stop, till she nearly runs over Mrs. Hudson. “Oh, dear, Doctor, are you ok? Where’s Sherlock?” Jen helped her regain her balance, not looking at her. “He’s… he’s on a case. Said it was too dangerous for me to go along this time.” Mrs. Hudson gives her a look that says it all, but she speaks anyway. “You’ve not let that stop you yet, not since you came into this flat. You’re a soldier as well as a doctor… now, what are you going to do?” Jen stares at her, then smiling, she knew what she had to do. Hugging the older woman, she grabs her coat, dashing out the door. “If that monster touches a hair on his head, I’m going to….” Something made her stop in her tracks. Suddenly, she felt pain, and then, nothing….

[kombrig]

Offer will still stand. Just let it gather dust if nothing else. It's probably time I headed off... there are certain matters I need to attend to. I'll keep in touch. - M

Do give my love to your little mouse. xoxo

[kombrig]

Now we're talking. I do believe this is wonderful that we've met... If you ever need any favors, I'll be willing to help. One 'on the house', so to speak.

Oh, I couldn't ask that of you. Just continue being such a wonderful source of amusement for an old man like me. xoxo

[kombrig]

He could never be too much trouble. Tiresome at times, but this isn't one of them. Quite worth it, although I'm sure you can understand that. I must admit, I'm quite... fond of the one I know. Although if what you say is true... there are indeed more? Ah, darling, you know how to make someone's entire week, don't you?

Oh, there are so very many of them. One, I think you'd like, is a serial killer. Such a sweetheart, I set him up with a lovely chap from the US of A, wanted for multiple - well, slaughters. xoxo

[kombrig]

Oh? My my, you seem to have yourself in quite the predicament, don't you dear Master? I suppose it's been better than it is at the moment, although I would be lying through my sparkling teeth if I said things hadn't just gotten better now that I'm talking to you~ *Grins*

I really do. Such a bother, I'm sure you understand. I hope our dear little detective hasn't been giving you too much trouble? I have one of my own. So very spirited, isn't he? xoxo

[kombrig]

We've met before? Not too many are privy to that information... although I don't mind you knowing. How... odd. This feeling is refreshing. No need to be so... wary. At least not /yet./ I'm sorry your week hasn't gone so well. Anything I can do to... make it /better?/ - M

Alternate universes, we seem to bump into one another fairly often. Oh, gosh, no. He wasn't an important part of my plans, and at this stage, stopping to have ~feelings~ about it would just be a waste of time. How is the criminal business going? xoxo