DISCLAIMER: I do not own and have not created any of the following characters mentioned within this piece of writing (apart from David) and I do not own and have not created the film SAW

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Seconds passed before the door swung open revealing the woman who called earlier, the landlady Mrs. Hudson whom you hadn't met until now. She looked so warm and bubbly even with her age, her hair styled in a typical fashion hosting silvered gray hairs along with its original colour of mousy brown accompanied by a lovely smile and demeanor. Mrs. Hudson swished a look up and down you before gleaming an excited grin gasping happily.

"Sherlock you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend, oh how beautiful you are dearie, you're eyes are simply gorgeous and look at that smile. Sherlock she's a definite keeper!" You felt that heated flush creep around your body once more stuttering to respond to her quick assumptions "No- no, Mrs. Hudson we aren't-" gesturing with your hands between you and Sherlock you attempted to commune to her that the pair of you were nothing more than acquaintances, nothing more.

"Oh (y/n) don't be silly we might as well tell Mrs. Hudson while she's here" You side glanced to Sherlock who was now hosting an unbelievably plastic grin as he tugged you tightly to his side still grinning like a psychotic maniac giving you a slight fear for your life.

"Yes, she's most definitely a keeper Mrs. Hudson. Awfully shy though terrible confidence problems." He shook his head momentarily before continuing "I think you should leave actually, we don't want to scare my new beautiful, stunning, flamboyant yet timid girlfriend away for I fear I would never find another like her if (y/n) was to leave, just show our client in and you can return to whatever activities you do throughout your day. Most likely Sudoku or the cross-words. Good bye now Mrs. Hudson!"

With that the room fell silent again for the pair of you were the only ones in it. You turned to punch Sherlock in the arm earning a grunt "Hey, what was that for?"

"What do you mean what was that for? Why did you tell her that we are a 'thing'?!" Curling your index and middle fingers to gesture the quotation marks.

"Oh that"

"Yes. That"

"You have no idea how infuriating that old woman can get (y/n). Everyday she hounds me to get into some form of relationship with someone, and it drives me insane. To the point where I pretend i'm in a functioning relationship with someone as apparently I cannot be 'attached' or married to my work which I believe is a very acceptable status. But no, Mr Sherlock Holmes has to have some sort of female partner within his life" He rolled those entrancing eyes and sighed effortlessly "I don't even see why it's her damn business to scope about my 'love' life, not that I have one. Pfft sentiment is such a weakness that helps no one and nothing, it just rips out the hearts of those who expect the best in life when in actual reality the facts kick everyone in the head." He paused sucking for air "So, yes. I may have lied to her stating that we are a couple who do whatever people do in a relationship just to get her to stop pestering constantly so that I do not go INSANE!"

"...Fair enough..." You said in a voice so distant that it didn't sound like your own, but it definitely showed the same views.

Sherlock uttered rather taken aback "Pardon?"

"I said fair enough. Your point seems to be rather valid especially to me anyways. I wouldn't like someone poking into my 'love life' and the only relationships I've ever had- have always ended sour.. and with me getting the sharp end of it" You blinked away a stinging sensation before sniffing lightly.

'God stop being so emotional it was too good to be true (y/n) you knew that none of those relationships would last, take deep breaths and put your big girl pants on'

You sniffed again bottling up even more hidden emotions as usual, with every thing you bottled up the more you became a quieter person. The more you wished to be locked away from the world and thrown into a darkness where no one could find your heart and tear it into a gazillion pieces like the other 'lovers' you've had. A hot tear prickled from the socket of your eye and fell freely down your cheek.

"(y/n) don't cry...I didn't mean to make you upset. (y/n)?" A now concerned Sherlock pulled you in front of his taller self before bending down to your level wiping the multiple droplets which continuously dampened your cheeks. "(y/n)?..."

Attempting to speak only made the crying worse and it wasn't even pretty sob crying, it was ugly crying. You were ugly crying in front of Sherlock. The detective attempted shushing you calmly but this escalated the ugly crying into super ugly crying 'Great' with restricted options Sherlock muffled your cries by tightly wrapping his slender arms around you 'was he trying to choke me?! was my crying that bad?'. But then you felt his warmth around you protecting you from the world, he was hugging you.

"There there, shhhh its okay (y/n) it's okay" His baritone voice lulled away the frustrating tears which kept escaping, he pulled your body closer to his chest enabling you to rest your head in the crook of his neck taking deep breaths of his enticing scent.

The door creaked open and in came someone, you couldn't tell who as you had your face buried in Sherlock's chest at the time but their identity was soon revealed.

"Mrs. Hudson would you show the client out please. Tell him my apologies but I have an unexpected emergency on my hands" His voice was hushed, soon Mrs. Hudson quietly exited the room without another word

Sherlock POV

Why was she so upset? I could usually read most people with ease but (y/n) was a whole different story. Did I say something to trigger such a reaction? Maybe a password or code. No, no you idiot she isn't a computer or any other piece of common technology which could be found at an ease within society. (y/n) is special... I mean interesting. No, curious? Nope, I'm curious towards (y/n) because she's interesting. Argh this is making no sense. Shut up shut up shut up. Back onto topic.  Why her reaction was so... so emotional? Was that the best way to describe it. Emotion? (y/n) was definitely upset that was positively correct, but about what was quite the mystery; it couldn't of been about her recent 'break-up' or perhaps from all the stresses of moving into a whole new area. I've never been so lost and confused in my entire life. (y/n) was far faaar different compared to the women I've approached or met ever, she masks herself like a barrier as if to block herself from any harm.

Why am I comforting her though? I know we are slightly more than acquaintances but surely we aren't classified as 'BFF's'. Is that the correct saying they use, what does that even stand for? Brutal. Fighting. Friends? Or... Bar. Fight. Friends? I keep meandering off topic. Focus Sherlock focus. Ah yes our relationship status, wait relationship status? I'm sounding a lot like a bunch of social media. Oh for god sake's WHY CAN'T I THINK STRAIGHT?! All I am doing is comforting (y/n) because she's upset by something which I don't know but it feels right to do what I'm doing. Wait what am I doing again?

Glancing down to (y/n) I silently beamed in her faultless features, her silk (h/c) which had been slightly messed from her sulking. I couldn't seem to catch glimpse of her face though, a shame really, she has such a captivating gaze. Quite difficult to look away once she locks onto my frequent stares. Hopefully that doesen't unsettle her. 

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It had been roughly about three hours since your 'break down'. Sherlock left you alone for a while to regather your tattered senses before returning with some shopping bags (some, equalling 10) jammed with all sorts of stuff to do with comfort. From arrays of snacks and drinks to films and such, whoever gave him the idea that the SAW series would 'comfort' you must have been living one sadistic life. But never the less it was almost sweet that Sherlock offered such a gesture, considering he didn't seem like the caring type you were very flattered to such an action. Of course you explained to him that horrors weren't your style but he insisted to get you into watching it, at least one of the films anyways. 

You cautiously watched as Sherlock set up the DVD player with a mixed expression of anticipation and nerves. The first few minutes of the film were quite as you expected, people trapped in some sort of trap device and one needs to die for the others to survive. Oh and there goes the woman, head clipped clean off and entrails splattered everywhere, how lovely. 

"Ugh this film is disgusting.."

Sherlock merely mumbled in response to your comment as he seemed to be very engaged within the film, you muttered to yourself before jumping as something vibrated against the sofa. Looking at your leg you plucked your phone from it's nook not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?

'Hi is this (y/n)?'

"Yes this is she" You soon began to pace about the room, phone in hand. Ignoring the fact that Sherlock had paused the film to listen in on your conversation.

'Do you still live in apartment 42? The one with the crooked door?'

"No, no I moved out from that place. Wait why, how do you know that. Who is this? Is something wrong?"

'I know what you did.'

"Excuse me? Who is this? Is this David, it's not funny"

'I know what you did to him, (y/n) we all know what you did. We're going to fiiiind youuu'

A ghost pale covered your cheeks as you stumbled about with the phone only just grasping on the phone. The male voice seemed to sing his last two words of that cursed sentence 'We're going to find you' the words sent shivers down your spine. You hadn't even done anything but still a sinking feeling doused your numbed senses. 

'....Ahhhhhhhh. Gotchaaa! (y/n) sorry this is Davids friend, Jim. Davey-wavey asked me a favour and I decided to oblige to it. Can't resist a little prank now and again can you'

Your breath hitched as you realized that you had been tricked by your old friend's friend. That little bugger.

"David's gonna pay for that. Nearly gave me a heart attack! And you... ooh you're in for the high jump Jimmy"

'My names Jim. But I can't wait for my punishment, wink wink nudge nudge'

"Yeah, you're definitely David's friend alright. Argh well next time if you want to contact me just a simple hello and your name would do" You paused to release a half laugh half sigh "Did David have a message for me or just the nagging urge to prank me once again?"

'Nahh, he just wanted to tease you for fun. Of course I got the best end of it... but could I interest you in a drink or something? For old times sake, even though it's not David it's Jim, but hey what's wrong with a little mix up'

You turned to look at Sherlock who had hosted a whole array of looks during your phone conversation. Shocked. Worried. Amused. Annoyed. Wait was that... the green eyed monster flickering? Nooo don't be silly. He did seem rather fidgety though, could he even hear the other end of the phone?

"Hmm, I'll think about it. Nice speaking to you. Jim"

You clicked the end button before shaking your head with a smug smile shoving the phone into your pocket. A cold hand wrapped around your wrist, you frowned in confusion at Sherlock who had leaped from the sofa.

"Did he have an accent?"

"What?"

"The man on the phone-did he have. An accent!"

Pulling your wrist away from Sherlock you frowned even more "Um why do you have to know?"

"Just tell me (y/n) this is really important" 

Backing away into the kitchen you growled "Why is it so important, Sherlock?"

"Please. (y/n). Did Jim have any form of accent. I'm begging you"

"FINE. He had an Irish accent. Okay?! Are you absolutely satisfied now.. god sake's, I get to know a guy for one day and he begins to go all fatherly figure on me..." Shaking away from Sherlock's firm stare you began to make yourself a tea before turning to offer the detective one. "Sherlock do yo- Sherlock? Are you alright?"

His face had paled. He had the complexion of paper. The silence was unbearable, choking, he finally spoke up as you paced up to his tall self which now leaned against the squeaky framing for composure; his baritone voice shuddered.   

"This man, this person is not any form of 'friend' not a true friend anyways. Jim is a spider, a glitch, a murderer, a hacker. The most dangerous of people I have ever known in my life time. And I think he's planning to kill you.."

'Well that escalated quickly'

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Evening my chums, my oh my this chapter took it's time to be written... not because I was too lazy to write or anything... heh heh. In my defense I'm currently not in England at the mo (status shows where ya lil stalkers) so it has been a challenge to get anything down. But hurrah it's finally finished wewp wewp, as I say in every chapter I hope you all enjoy reading this and comments + favs are deeply appreciated. 

Laterz x