Sarah's POV

All through the phone call, he kept telling me to hang up, but I never did. I was sat on a stone cold floor, be starved,  I at least deserved some time speaking to Sherlock and Jim.

'I choose you.' Sherlock said.

He slapped me straight across the face and a fell onto the floor. My phone skidded along the floor. I stood up. I can't believe he hadn't noticed yet.

"I told you to hang up."

Then he turned to walk out of the room. Then he must have heard the clicking of my gun, because he turned around.

"Oh Jack, don't think I won't shoot you"