We arrived out of breath I rushed to check on Mrs. Hudson.

She was tied to one of her kitchen chairs. I untied her quickly and Sherlock paced the room.

I took the rag out of her mouth and stared intently at her white face.

"He !.. He .... He " She stuttered, gasping for breath. 

"It's okay Mrs. Hudson, tell us what happened. You are safe now." I stated consolingly. 

She gulps her eyes wide. . . "He took Rosie."

"No. No no no no no no...." Sherlock panics. 

"Sherlock! call John..." I state grabbing his arm. 

"We...We have to go after her!" He stammers. 

"Not. without. John." I say swiping a stray curl off his forehead. 

Sherlock sighed, " You're right Keyland." He pulled out his phone, and pressed John's speed dial.

"John. You need to come home right now... Moriarty took Rosie... Hello? Hello John." Sherlock clicked off his phone. "He hung up on me!"

I roll my eyes and lay a comforting hand on my landlady's arm."Mrs. Hudson let's all go upstairs."

"Okay dear that's a good idea..." She replied, and stood shakily to her feet. I took her arm and gave it to Sherlock.

"We need to go upstairs." I stated.

"Why?" Sherlock asks. 

"I hid something in your room before I left for Ireland." I replied running up the stairs.

Sherlock got Mrs. Hudson settled with her tea at the kitchen table then came to join me. I was crouched down looking under his bed for the loose floorboard.

"What did you hide Keyland?" Sherlock asks impatiently. 

"This." I replied, pulling out the concealable handgun.

"Keyland where did you even get that?!" He exclaims. 

"Does it matter? We have it now. We can use it." I reply. 

"There is no we." Sherlock states gravely. 

"What!?"

"You aren't coming with me."

"Of course I am!" I reply obstinately, standing up quickly to get in his face. 

"Keyland..." Sherlock replies his voice dropping an octave.

"Sherlock?" I ask, as he moves toward me an intense look on his face.

"From the very second I met you... You... intrigued me. It's taken this long for me to realize it... But I think this... What I feel for you... It must be Love." He moves closer to me and I backup to the headboard of his bed.

"Sherlock! I don't know what to say." I smile. 

"You feel the same." He murmured. 

 I blush, as his fingers wrap around my left wrist. "Yes. But this is hardly the ti-"

My flustered thoughts were cut off at that moment by the sound of a teacup shattering on the kitchen floor.

"Mrs. Hudson!" I exclaim looking up at Sherlock.

"I'm sorry Keyland." Sherlock says, as he tightens the handcuff around my wrist and the headboard. 

"Sherlock?!" I gasp.

"I can't have you following me. I won't let Jim get you again." He replies gravely. 

"Sherlock!!! Take it off I'm going with you! Don't do this! He'll kill you Sherlock! SHERLOCK!!!"

But he stubbornly didn't listen to me.

"I'm so sorry." He faltered. 

"Sherlock don't." I begged a tear trickling down my face. He wiped it away with a tender look in his eyes.

"You don't even know where he is!" I argue. 

"I'll ask him." He replied standing in the doorway. 

"Sherlock wait for John!" I beg, grabbing onto his arm. 

"No. I have to do this..." He replied, pulling away from me as he left the room.