Sherlock Imagines

The Hunting Game (Part 1)-Sherlock

You walked up to your mothers grave and set the bouquet of flowers down. You visited her grave once a month since her passing. You pulled your coat tighter around you as the wind nipped at your nose. You shivered and looked down at your feet. Everything was quiet except for the rustling of the trees in the wind and your breathing. Then you heard voices. You looked up and glanced around. At first you hadn't seen anyone but when you looked around again you saw a man and an older woman standing together.
The woman started to walk away but he man stayed at the grave. You heard his voice but you couldn't make out the words he was saying. He then covered his eyes with his hand and you knew he was crying so you looked away. It really shouldn't be that surprising to you though. This was a graveyard. Many people come here to mourn a death. But this one made you curious since you'd never been here while someone else was there. You wondered who it was that had died.
When you looked back over, the man had already started to walk away. You looked across the graveyard and slowly made your way to the grave he was standing at. You approached the shiny black grave with just a name engraved in it. Sherlock Holmes. You knew you'd heard that name from somewhere but you didn't quite remember from where. You shrugged and turned to walk away. The man and the elderly woman were far gone by now so you figured you were standing there for a little while. As you turned around you bumped into someone. You looked up at the figure with a confused look.

"Watch where you're going."  You said.

"Me?  You're the one that ran into me."  He said.

"Yeah, well you were standing close behind me and I obviously don't have eyes on the back of my head."  You said.

The man started to eye you suspiciously. You continued to give him your confused expression, waiting for an explanation.

"Why are you here?"  He asked.

"What are you talking about?  I'm here to mourn a death."  You said.

"But why were you at this grave?"  He asked.

"How do you know that wasn't the person I was mourning?"  You asked.

"Because I don't know you, and you don't know me.  Who are you?"  He asked.

"Y/n y/l/n."  You replied. "But why would us not knowing each other have anything to do with the fact that you know who I wasn't mourning?  Who are you anyway?"  You questioned.

The man turned you around and pushed you forward a bit. He pointed down at the grave in front of you.

"That's me."  He said.

"Sherlock Holmes."  You mumbled then turned to face him. "So, what are you?  Living dead?"  You questioned.

"I never died."  He said.

"But you tricked those people back there. That man and elderly woman?"  You said pointing in the direction the two had gone.

"Yes. But this will only be until I succeed at my mission."  Sherlock explained.

"Sorry.  What mission?"  You asked.

"I have to take down a network of major assassins."  He told you.

"Okay?"  You said unsure.

He started to leave but you stopped him.

"Do you need any help?"  You asked.

Sherlock turned around to face you with a confused look on his face.

"Why would you want to help someone that you just met?"  He questioned.

"Because my family was murdered by assassins and I feel like these are the same people."  You explained.

"I doubt it."  He said with a little laugh and turned away.

"I did research. Jim Moriarty."  Sherlock stopped abruptly and once again faced you. "It is the same assassins."  You confirmed.

Sherlock nodded, "Yes it is. But I couldn't ask you to come with me."  He said.

"You never did. I offered my services. All you have to do is agree."  You explained.

"It'll be dangerous."  He said.

"Danger is my middle name."  You responded.

"It might take time." 

"I have patience." 

"Lots of hiding and stuff like that." 

"Please, I was the best hider in hide-and-seek as a kid."  You said with a smirk.

Sherlock sighed. "Looks like there's nothing I can say to persuade you not to come."  He said.

You got excited. "So you're saying I can come?"  You asked.

Sherlock nodded. "Get ready.  We have a long journey ahead of us."