Sherlock | The End of a Era

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You were with your brother-in-law, Sherlock Holmes, on case. John had also tagged along. Good thing he did too because some things didn't go as planned.

At first things were going well. Even with your constant whining to Sherlock for dragging you from the house after a grueling government meeting. Mycroft, your husband, was at work so you couldn't use the excuse of wanting quality time. Now you were stuck crouching behind a bush, watching a building.

"What are we doing?" You groan.

"Waiting." Sherlock replies.

John gives him a look. "For what?"

Sherlock doesn't answer because he jumps up and sprints towards the building, leaving you and John to stumble after him. 

"Sherlock. What the hell!" You scream as you dive behind a pillar. 

"Why are they shooting at us?!" John screams from somewhere behind you.

"They are protecting something I need." You glare down at your gun as you cock it. "So what you are telling me is you dragged us out here to steal something, knowing it was highly guarded by big men with guns?" You yell over the gun fire.

"Yes!" You heard Sherlock yell as he ran past. 

You sigh heavily. "Great." You mumble, standing and shooting back. "Just great." You go in the direction Sherlock took of running, covering him as he ran. John also appeared firing with his own gun.

"I just wanted to stay home. Drink a nice cup of tea and relax with my husband." You say holstering your weapon to fight off an unarmed guard.

You grab at his vest. "IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!" You scream as you knock him out.

You glance around to see both John and Sherlock preoccupied as a wave of new guards swarm in. You began clearing a path towards Sherlock, taking out the guards. One was able to cut your cheek and you huff. 

Wiping the blood running down your face. You look at your bloody hand and glare. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You kick the guy in the chest, knocking the guy behind down with him. The guy was able to get a shot and it grazed your arm.

"This was my favorite shirt." You growl, but continue to clear a path.

You were almost to Sherlock, when a man raised his gun and aimed right at Sherlocks head.

Your eyes went wide and you lurched forward. "SHERLOCK!" He glances over just in time to catch the gunman moving his aim towards you.

"Y/N!" You shouted as the man shot at your leg to stop from running forward. You scream in pain and fall to the ground, grabbing your leg. You feel dizzy and your leg feels terrible. John appears out of nowhere and drags you down an alley.

"I need to stop the bleeding." He says as he tears off part of his t-shirt and wraps it around the wound.

You grunt and squeeze your eyes shut. John presses against your head for a good ten minutes to slow the bleeding. Then fighting continueYou hear foot steps down the alleyway and it had gotten quiet.

"Y/N?" You glance at Sherlock. "Where did they go?" John asked. 

"They left." You huff and turn your head to face forward.

"Did you at least get the thing you drug us here for?" You mumble glancing at him.

"Yes, and I'm sorry." Sherlock frowns.

"If you're sorry get me out of this bloody alley." He nods and John helps you up.

They each take a side and helped you to limp back to the flat. About half way to the flat, you turn and look a Sherlock again. 

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