Sherlock Imagines

Mycroft | Watch Me Conquer

Being the entirety of the British Government with your husband was fun at times, but sometimes you needed something more. The situation you were in now was just what you needed.

You, your husband Mycroft, and his brother had gone out for a case. It was fairly routine until you got a strange phone call. The caller demanded you solve the case saying he was going to shoot a informant if you didn't. Naturally, you politely told them to piss off. The informant was barely known in the crime world, you could easily find a new one. When you refused he said the informant was as good as dead by tomorrow.

When tomorrow came, you were informed that the informant was in fact alive. You decided to have him watched to see if the mystery caller would follow through. The next day you met the informant in person seeing as he was still alive. Mycroft didn't like this. He knew it was a trap, but you did to.

While talking to the informant you received a text. When you looked down at the text, Mycroft and Sherlock got closer to read it. It read 'Wrong move, Mrs. Holmes.'

You squinted at the message, Mycroft growled and looked around. Sherlock did too. You smirked slightly.

You felt a small dart hit you in the shoulder. You also heard grunts, indicating Mycroft and Sherlock were also hit. You chuckled. This was so predictable. You fell to the ground, Mycroft's chest stopping your head from hitting the pavement. You felt yourself get tired. Then you fell unconscious.

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When you woke up, were laying next to Mycroft. On the other side of Mycroft was Sherlock. You woke up and rubbed your head. You had a small headache from the drug. You glance to your right and notice both of the boys were waking up.

"Are you guys alright?" You asked groggily. Mycroft glanced at you. "You are just as bad as Sherlock. You knew this was a trap didn't you?"

You smirked. "Oh yes it was quite predictable."

"I thought I was being clever." You stand and look at the door. A scrawny, greasy man stood with his arms across his chest.

"Wow, its really you." The man chuckled. You glared at him.

"Have we met?"

"We talked on the phone."

"Right, right. You're the guy that was supposed to put a bullet in Mick's brain. Did you miss?" You sneered.

Mycroft had stood by now and had grabbed your shoulder as a warning. The man chuckled.

"No, I had a better idea. I knew if I let the informant live you'd want to investigate. Now here we are, finally, Y/n Holmes and her husband, Mycroft Holmes, the powerhouse of the British government. Added bonus because Sherlock tagged along."

"Great, a groupie." You chided.

The mad lifts one and wags a finger in the air. "I know all about, Mrs. Holmes, and your good. Oh, you're real good. But, you see, I'm better."

You shrugged of Mycroft's hand. He tries to stop you but you look back at him and smile. "You may be king, Mycroft, but watch the Queen conquer." He leans back slightly, then smirks. You smirk back at him. You turn to the man, raising a taunting hand.

"Prove it." You get into a fighting stance as he pulls a knife from his belt.

He moves fast getting in three good swipes. He pauses, you smirk and he rushes forward, you rush forward at the same time, grabbing his arm and slamming your knee into it. The knife clatters to the ground and you kick it towards the boys. Then you shove the man towards the door.

He growls, moving to punch you. You dodge and he tries to kick. You respond by grabbing his ankle, pulling at the gun he had hiding there. You check the safety quickly before tossing it over to Sherlock.

"You know... And I'm just spit-balling here, but, um... maybe you are not as good as you think you are." You say calmly.

The man glares and get into a fighting stance. "Oh, you know Kung Fu?" You smirk.

"I know everything." You shrug your shoulders and chuckle, stepping back slightly.

"Well come on." The man makes his move, throwing multiple punches and kicks. You block all of them, quite impressively. The man stumbles back and screams in anger.

You give him a cocky little grin. He screams as runs at you, you use his momentum against him and throw him on the floor. He mumbled incoherently before he springs up, a knife in hand.

Mycroft nearly jumps in, but you glance at him, a cocky smile on your face as blood dripped from your cheek.

You turn back to the man as he goes to it again. Not needing another cut, you grab his wrist and wrap a hand around his neck. "You have no idea what you just walked into. None." You growl in his face. He struggles against your grip.

"What are you?"

You smirk. "I'm the government." You pull your head back and head but the man, punching multiple times.

You continue to hit him until he slams into the wall, where you pin him. You pull a blade from the thigh holster that was hidden by your coat. Pressing the blade to his throat, you study his face.

"DO IT!" He screams in your face. You glance back at Mycroft. He nods, giving you the go ahead.

You pull the blade slowly to the right. The blood oozed slowly from the wound. You let your arm that was holding him drop, letting the man slump to the floor.

You back away from the man and walk into Mycroft's arm. Shouting could be heard, clearly announcing the arrival of your Calvary had arrived.

"Mycroft, your wife is bloody fantastic." Sherlock says as your men drag the mans limp body from the room.

Mycroft squeezed your shoulders a little tighter. "I know."

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(Embrace you inner Deanmon.)