Outside the college, Sherlock is sitting on the back steps of an ambulance. A paramedic puts an orange blanket around his shoulders as Lestrade walks over. Sherlock gestures to the blanket.
''Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.'' Sherlock asked.
''Yeah, it's for shock.'' Lestrade explained.
''I'm not in shock.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
''Yeah, but some of the guys wanna take photographs.'' Lestrade said grinning while Sherlock rolls his eyes.
''So, the shooter. No sign?'' Sherlock asked.
''Cleared off before we got 'ere. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him but ... got nothing to go on.'' Lestrade explained.
Sherlock glared at him pointedly: ''Oh, I wouldn't say that.''
Lestrade rolls his eyes: ''Okay, gimme.''
''The bullet they just dug out of the wall's from a hand gun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman; a woman, a fighter. Her hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly she's acclimatised to violence. She didn't fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle ...'' Sherlock explained. While he's talking, he turned his head to look around the area and saw Y/N standing some distance away behind the police tape.
''... and nerves of steel ...'' He adds.
He trailed off. As Y/N looked back at him innocently and then turned her head away, Sherlock clearly begins to realise the connection. Lestrade turns to follow Sherlock's gaze and Sherlock turns back to him before he can start to ask questions.
''Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
''Sorry?'' Lestrade asked, clearly confused.
''Ignore all of that. It's just the, er, the shock talking.'' Sherlock said, starting to walk in my direction.
''Where're you going?'' Lestrade asked.
'' I just need to talk about the-the rent.'' Sherlock invented.
''But I've still got questions for you.'' Lestrade said, recalling him.
''Oh, what now? I'm in shock! Look, I've got a blanket!'' Sherlcok exclaimed, clearly irritated. He brandishes the sides of the blanketat Lestrade as if to prove it.
''Sherlock!'' Lestrade yelled.
''And I just caught you a serial killer ... more or less.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
Lestrade looks at him thoughtfully for a moment: ''Okay. We'll bring you in tomorrow. Off you go.''
Sherlock walks away. Lestrade smiles as he watches him go. Taking the blanket from around his shoulders, Sherlock bundles it up as he approaches John, who is standing at the side of a police car. Sherlock tosses the blanket through the open window of the car and ducks under the police tape.
''Um, Sergeant Donovan's just been explaining everything, the two pills. Been a dreadful business, hasn't it? Dreadful.'' I said. Sherlock looked me deep in the eyes for a moment before speaking quietly: ''Good shot.''
''Yes. Yes, must have been, through that window.'' I said, trying and utterly failing to look innocent.
'' Well, you'd know.'' Sherlock said, trying to hold back his laughter.
''We need to get the powder burns out of your fingers. I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case.'' He added.
I cleared my throat and looked around the scene for a moment.
''Are you all right?'' Sherlock asked.
''Yes, of course I'm all right.'' I assured.
''Well, you have just killed a man.'' Sherlock exclaimed.
''You know that's what I do for a living, right?'' I said, smirking.
As if it was a que, Mycroft walked onto the crime scene.
''Y/N, didn't expect to find you here." Mycroft exclaimed way to obvious.
''Ofcourse you did.'' I concluded, smiling.
''Well, good job. Did they find the shooter yet?'' Mycroft asked.
For a moment I hesitated, searching for an awnser, but Sherlock was ahead of me:
''Yes, well, I did. The police didn't.'' He explained.
''Good, and who is it?'' Mycroft asked, I looked down at the ground at this question.
Sherlock just looked at me, smirking. I lifted my head, looking Sherlock into his eyes, returning his smirk.
''You two are unbelievable.'' Mycroft exclaimed, all three of us now bursting out in laughter.
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Their Biggest Secret
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is the biggest secret of the british government, she is capable of things which 'normal' people aren't. She is the best assasin that they have in their power. Mycroft Holmes, who was practically the Britsh government, always made sure she...
