Sherlock Imagines

One Bored Girl (Part 3)

You walked back into the flat, trying to look as normal as possible. You put the stuff you'd gotten away and went back into the living room. Sherlock sat in his spot, eyes closed and his fingers steepled underneath his chin. You sat down and sighed. You started twiddling with your fingers, still unsure of what you were gonna do.

"What's wrong?"  Sherlock asked suddenly.

Your head shot up and you looked at him, "I'm fine."  You said.

Sherlock eyed you closely, "Mm, no."  He said.

Your eyes were wide, afraid that he would figure out about the note.

"There's something you're not telling me."  He said pointing at you.

"I don't have to tell you everything."  You shot back.

"You're right. But I'll figure it out."  He said.

You stood up and went to your room. You pulled out the paper and ripped it to shreds. Tears spilled down your cheeks.
You'd finally felt happy again and now you would have to be the one to destroy it. Unless you put a stop to it. You crouched to the ground and pulled up a loose board in the floor. There laid all your old weapons. You smiled and pulled them out and armed yourself. You made sure to make them unseen so that you wouldn't draw attention.
You slipped out of your room and out the door. You knew exactly where to meet the man. You arrived at the street and then turned down a specific alleyway. He saw you coming and turned around.

"Did you do it?"  He asked.

You stood firm and crossed your arms. "No, and I'm not going to."  You responded.

The man stared shaking his head disapprovingly. "I'm disappointed. I'm disappointed in you."  He said motioning his hands to you.

"Well, no matter what you offer me, I will not kill Sherlock Holmes!"  You said raising your voice.

"You may regret that decision."  He taunted.

"I'm prepared for anything."  You said.

"I'll bet you are."  He said leaning forward.

Four men then surrounded you and all held guns at your head. You looked around at all of them before pulling out two knives and stabbing two of them and hen shooting the other two before any of them could react. You stood panting after it all looking at them, horrified at what you did. You then felt an arm wrap around your throats and a gun pressed to your temple.

"I bought you were better than that, y/n. They were all just a distraction."  He said.

You struggled to break free but he just tightened his grip. You tried to hide your pain but it was hard to do.

"I knew you wouldn't kill Sherlock.  You just confirmed that you couldn't.  You don't have the gut to do it."  He hissed in your ear.

You elbowed him in the stomach and his grip finally released. You grabbed your gun and aimed it directly at him. He stepped forward aligning his gun with yours. All he was doing was showing that his gun was bigger than yours. You pulled out a second gun and aimed it at him. He laughed and shook his head.

"Leave me and Sherlock alone and I won't kill you."  You bargained.

"Hmm...let me think about that.  That-that's quite a good bargain."  He said.

"You're the one that taught me."  You said, your expression staying hard as stone.

He laughed again, and pulled his gun away. Then he quickly aimed and shot. The bullet hit your arm and you cried in pain but quickly regained position and aimed at him.

"You have a deal."  He said. "And just so you know, I never wanted Sherlock dead. It was only the person that I work for."  He said. "You're part of a vast network of murderers y/n. Just remember that."  He said.

"Whatever you say, Seb."  You mumbled just quiet enough her couldn't hear.

He turned around and left. You put your guns and knives away and then put pressure on your arm. You winced in pain and ran out of the alleyway and made your way back to Baker Street.