Sherlock Imagines

Too Much For One Girl-(Part 1)

Ever since you'd been shot Sherlock never let you out of his sight. At first you were okay with it. You know, just a concerned father-figure making sure that his sixteen year old "daughter" is safe. But after a while it got on your nerves. You couldn't go anywhere by yourself. Sherlock followed you everywhere you went. Every step you took he'd take the exact same one. Every turn you made, he was right behind you. You were getting so frustrated with it.
One day you finally did something about it. You were going to the cafe to get some coffee and Sherlock was walking with you. You rolled your eyes and turned around abruptly. Sherlock wasn't quick enough to react and he ran into you.

"Do you have to do this all the time for the rest of my life?" You asked half shouting.

"Do what?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh come on Sherlock! You follow my every move! I can't do anything without you being there!" You said.

"I know but I want to make sure that-"

"Nothing happens to me. I know." You said crossing your arms. "Look, I understand that you're trying to help, but I can handle myself." You said.

"I know." Sherlock said lowering his head.

You then thought of an idea and smiled, "How about you give me three hours of time by myself and then the rest of the time I'm with you?" You offered.

Sherlock looked at you with an unsure expression. "One hour." He said.

"Two." You stepped forward.

Sherlock stared into your eyes before sighing and giving in. "Fine. Two hours exactly. Not a minute later." He said pointing a strict finger in your face.

You smiled and rolled your eyes, "Alright dad." You said sarcastically. "Come on let's get some coffee."

The two of you walked into the cafe and got your drinks. You discussed the times that you would get free time. It took a lot of arguing but the two of you soon came to an agreement that you were both happy with. Your new schedule would start up the next day.

|Two Weeks Later|

You checked your watch and sighed in exasperation. You rushed down the street to find a cab. Right when you were about to call one, someone grabbed your wrist and turned you towards them.

"Y/n y/l/n."  He said.

"Why would you think that?"  You asked crossing your arms.

The man laughed but something changed. His expression?  No.  His face changed. He went from a completely nice looking man, to someone with intent to kill.

"Uh, I have to go."  You said trying to pull away from him.

"You can't leave.  Not yet."  He said, tightening his grip. 

You stood up straight and looked him in the eye, "You picked the wrong person to try and take." 

With that, you snapped out of his grasp and ran. You glanced behind you to see that the man was just now starting to get up. He didn't follow you but just stood there.  Then, another arm grabbed you and pulled you into the alleyway. You fell onto your side and knew that you'd have a couple of scrapes. Before you did anything else you sent one message to Sherlock. The message was already there and all you had to do was press send. You slipped your phone back into your pocket and stood up. The same person grabbed you and held you against the wall. When you finally got a good look at his face, you knew who he was.

"Sebastian, please let me go."  You begged struggling against his grip.

The man from earlier approached the two of you. "Set her down Seb."  He ordered.

Sebastian let go of you and you faced the new man.

"Who are you?"  You asked.

"Wh-did Sebastian not tell you?  You're part of a massive network of assassins. My assassins.  I only just recently heard about what you can do and I'm very interested."  He said.

"You may be interested in me, but I'm anything but interested in helping you."  You shot back.

"Ooh, feisty one she is."  The man said.

"What's your name?"  You asked.

"Oh right!  Jim Moriarty."  He said and held out his hand as if expecting you to shake it.

You knew what you had to do, but you had to plan it perfectly.  You knew just when to go and that was now. You slipped out your pocket knife and sliced Moriarty's hand. You then quickly turned and stabbed Sebastian in the right shoulder. After that, you ran down the alleyway and jumped over the fence with ease. You ran out to the open street and turned back the other way. You just barely caught sight of something heading straight towards your chest. You dodged out of the way but it managed to slice your arm a bit. You looked to where the item had landed and saw your pocket knife. You picked it up and ran back to Baker Street. On the way, you ran into Sherlock and John.

"Are you alright?"  They asked.

"I need to be bandaged but other than that, yeah I'm fine."  You answered.

"Come on, let's get back to the flat."  Sherlock said.

You nodded and followed both of them, clutching your arm as you went.