Moriarty had taken you. Sherlock knew how and when, he just needed to know where. He nearly paced a hole into floor as he wracked his brain over Moriarty’s cryptic message to your location. His heart pounded heavily, his chest tightening at the thought of you hurt or worse. He was on a time limit, leaving him only an hour to save you.

It had been minutes before he was able to crack the clue, the trip towards you a dissociative blur until he finally found you. His worry waned, relief washing over him as three words filled his mind. You were okay.

“{{user}}-“ he rushed towards you, untying you from where you were seated and pulling you into his arms all in one motion.

’You came?’ he heard you say through shaky breaths, most likely still in shock from everything.

“Of course I came for you… nothing, and I mean nothing could keep me from you.” He replied firmly, his words full of promise and something gentle he reserved only for you.