Sherlock Imagines

More Than Just A Client (Part 1)-John

You stepped up to the big, black door that would lead you to the person who would help you. You took a deep breath and raised your fist. You knocked on the door and waited for an answer. A man opened the door and smiled at you.

"Can I help you?"  He asked.

"Uh, yeah. I'm looking for Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Is he here?"  You asked.

"Yup.  Come on in."  The man said and stepped aside.

You walked in and followed the man up the steps. The man opened a door and walked in.

"Sherlock!"  He shouted as he stepped into the living room. "Sherlock, we've got a client." 

A curly haired man poked his head into the living room from the kitchen. He stood up and walked into the living room. You nervously stepped in and sat in the chair that they set out for you.

"Alright. Run us through your story from the beginning."  Sherlock Holmes told you.

"Okay."  You said and cleared your throat. "Umm, well, on Tuesday I went out to the store to get some groceries for dinner and uh, I had no clue what was to ensue, you know?  Well, anyway, I came home and I live alone so I wasn't expecting anyone, but as I came into the kitchen I began to feel weird, like something wasn't right. That's when I found the note left on my bed."  You said and handed Sherlock the piece of paper.

He examined it and read it over carefully. "Hmm."  He said quietly. "Anything else?"  He asked.

"Well, yesterday afternoon, I had a visit from a man in a mask. I tried to get his attention but he didn't say anything, and it just ended in me getting this nasty cut on my hand, see?"  You explained and showed your left hand.

There was a distinct knife cut on it. The other man took your hand and looked at the cut. He brushed it with his fingers causing you flinch in pain.

"Sorry. Did you get this looked at?"  He asked.

You shook your head, "No, I didn't get the time. I was worried about getting to you two, for my case."  You explained.

You wrapped your hand back up again. "It'll just be another new scar."  You said.

"Sorry, another?"  The man asked.

"Yes. I don't have the best background."  You explained.

"Whatever. That is not important right now. I will take your case Miss..." Sherlock trailed off.

"My name is y/n y/l/n."  You said.

"Nice to meet you Miss y/l/n.  I will gladly take your case."  He said.

"Really?  Thank you so much!"  You said.

"Don't mention it."  He said smiling. "Uh, this is my friend John Watson. He'll be helping on this case."  Sherlock said.

"And by that he means I help him on all of his cases." John said extending his hand to you.

You shook his hand and smiled, "Nice to meet you John."  You said.

"You too. Now let's figure this out."  John said and turned to Sherlock.

"Right. First things first. We're going to need to take a look at your place."  Sherlock said to you.

"Of course. Come with me."  You said and they followed.

You got in a cab and told the cab driver where to go. He nodded and drove off.

***

You arrived at your house and unlocked he door. Sherlock and John followed behind you inside the house. You walked into the living room, flipped the switch, and then gasped when you saw your wall. Written in bright red blood was one word, "Death." 
Your heart was pounding and Sherlock walked up to the wall. He brushed his hand across the word and then glanced at his fingers. John came over to you and held your shoulders. You were breathing heavily and clutching your heart.

"Hey, are you okay?"  He asked.

"Am I okay?  I just found a death threat on my living room wall!  Of course I'm not okay."  You said and sat down.

"Don't worry. We'll figure something out to help catch this guy."  John said.

You nodded and looked down. John walked over to Sherlock who was investigating the area.

"Sherlock, do we have a plan?"  John asked.

"I do. We'll let y/n stay here tonight but we will stay hidden somewhere. The person will come in and possibly try and kill her. We will prevent that from happening whilst catching the criminal."  Sherlock explained.

"You're going to use her as bait?!"  John whispered.

"Yes. What's wrong with that? She's just a client."' Sherlock said.

"She's more than just a client, Sherlock. She's a person!  And you can't do this to people."  John said.

"Do what?"  You asked.

"My goodness!"  John exclaimed jumping back. "You scared me."  He said.

"What were you talking about?  Do you have a plan?"  You asked.

"Yes, actually I was thinking of-"

John interrupted Sherlock before he could finish, "We were still discussing it."  John said.

He pulled Sherlock away and began to scold him. But it seemed as though Sherlock one because John threw his hands up and then motioned for him to go back into the living room.

"We will be in touch with you tomorrow morning. You just get a good night's sleep."  Sherlock smiled.

"Okay. Thank you guys. I'll see you in the morning."  You said and walked to your room.

You changed into your pajamas and slipped under the covers. You closed your eyes but it took a while to fall asleep. And when you did it wasn't a very deep sleep. You woke up in the middle of the night to a shuffling in your room. You glanced around and noticed a figure coming towards you.
You quickly scrambled out of bed and ran to the door.
You ran as fast as you could. But your attacker caught up with you and pulled you back. You looked at him and tried to punch him. He caught your fist, however, and then wrapped his hand around your throat.

"That was a mistake."  He said.

You glanced behind him and saw a familiar figure, "You're the one that's made the mistake."  You said through gritted teeth.

Someone put their hand on his shoulder and he turned to face him. He received a punch in the face and then Sherlock pulled out a gun. The man pulled out his gun and then a gunshot rang out. Your attacker fell over and John stood behind him with a gun in his hand. He rushed over to your side and you wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"  You said over and over again.

"It alright. You're safe now."  He comforted rubbing your back.

He helped you up and you smiled at him. He smiled back and then Sherlock cleared his throat. You looked at him and laughed.

"Thank you, Sherlock Holmes, for solving my case."  You said.

"You're welcome."  Sherlock said smiling.

You turned back to John.

"Hey, would you like to get coffee some time?"  He asked.

You laughed, "I'd love to."  You said.

"Great!"  He exclaimed.

"Come on, John. We must be off."  Sherlock said.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?"  He asked.

"Yep!  See you tomorrow."  You said and they left with the man.

You went back to bed still smiling. You were now eager for it to be morning.  That smile never left your face for the rest of the night.