You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Final Problem: Chapter 5

In response to Eurus hitting a button a red-hued video image of Moriarty appeared on the screen. "Fasten your seatbelts! It's gonna be a bumpy night." He quoted, still in his pretty bad American accent. Immediately afterwards, static noise rang through the speakers and the audio changed. You cringed lightly, trying not to pay attention to him but rather on the more important issue here.

"Are-are you still there?" The little girl's voice rang out.

Sherlock stepped towards the wall where the speaker was hoisted up and you followed him at the hip. "Yes, hello?" He spoke, his head tilted back towards the speakers. When the girl didn't immediately respond, he continued on. "Hello. We're still here. Can you hear us?"

You heard some sort of commotion in the background before the girl answered. "Yes." She simply said, her voice small and terrified. You imagined at this point the plane had to be experiencing turbulence from the pilots not exactly flying the plane.

"Everything's gonna be alright. I just need you to tell me where you are. Outside, is it day or night?" Sherlock spoke smoothly and calmly and you were silent, letting him talk in hopes things would move a little quicker.

"Night." She answered after a moment.

Mycroft made a distasteful noise from where he stood across the table, an disapproving look on his face. "That certainly narrows it down to half the planet." He spoke under his breath, whilst crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not helping." You told him with an angry look as you rubbed an anxious hand across your stomach, your other arm still slung around Sherlock.

Sherlock glared in agreement at his brother before he tilted his head back up towards the speakers. "What kind of a plane are you on?" He asked the girl, trying to get as much information as he could in the short time you had.

The girl hummed, not sounding very sure. "Um, I don't know." She finally decided after a few moments. Of course she didn't, she was only a little girl. You weren't sure if she'd be of much help here.

"Is it big or small?" You tried, anything that could help narrow it down at this point would be helpful.

"Big." The girl answered right away. So you were probably looking at some sort of commercial jet here.

"Lots of people on it?" John continued on, simplifying it down for the young girl to better answer.

There was a pause, like she was checking the aisles before she answered. "Lots and lots, but they're all asleep. I can't wake them up." You closed your eyes in thought as you pictured a plane. Practically every long distance flight used commercial jets, so that wasn't of any help. You couldn't get anything unless you knew where they took off from, or where they were going.

"Where did you take off from?" Sherlock questioned, knowing you had limited time here. You needed as much information as possible before Eurus cut off your call again.

"Even the driver's asleep." The girl told you, not answering Sherlock's question.

Sherlock sighed, rubbing a hand across his face in stress. "No, I understand; but where did you come from? Where did the plane take off?" He tried again.

"My nan's." The girl answered. You gave Sherlock a shrug as he looked down at you with a questioning look. You weren't sure if she even actually knew the location in which she was going.

"And where are you going?" He tried once again.

"Home." She told him.

"No, I mean what airport are you-" Sherlock was cut off as Eurus reappeared on the screen in front of you, a playful smirk on her face.