𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓-𝐑𝐃𝐉 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄

In a heartbeat-Sherlock x reader

///REQUESTED///

The train was flying, rattling on the rails, heading over to Switzerland.

A woman was running through the train, away from Moriarty's men.

She wasn't rich, but she represented interest for the professor. 

The horrible man fell in love with her. Who wouldn't after all? She was beautiful, smart, daring, cunning when needed, and she immediately recognized people's emotions and characters. It was some sort of special ability that helped her see through a person. She was indeed, a great gal.

This woman's name was Y/N Y/L/N, and she was 28 years old, yet she always managed to get in trouble. That's why Moriarty fell in love with her. She tried to send him in jail for over 100 times, but he did something and thwarted her plans, yet he never harmed her.

His sick games became twisted, and he thought that he could play the mouse and the cat with her, yet he didn't know that the woman was smarter than he thought.

His games were about to stop when... well, let's follow Y/N and see what happened, shall we?

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You were running from three men that were following you around the train.

In your rush to get somewhere safe, you tripped over a bag that was on the floor, and fell.

You tried to get up and run again, but one of Moriarty's men grabbed your hands and pinned you to the floor, smirking like a mad man.

He leaned closer, and you could've smelt his awful breath and see his awful, black teeth.

He placed a hand on your stomach, and trailed it lower, until he was touching your leg.

You were disgusted that such man was touching you, and you rose your leg and kicked him in his stomach, them pushed him off you with both of your legs, sending him flying in another two men.

You took the chance and ran away, almost tripping over your own legs, but you managed to gain back balance and take off running with great speed.

You reached the 1st class carload, where you ran inside, opened the door and shut it close behind you.

You sighed in relief and placed your forehead on the door.

Someone coughed, and you turned around and saw a man with a bushy mustache, and a man that was dressed as a woman, smeared lipstick on his face, he had tons of makeup that was done awfully, his chest and legs were bare and he looked like he could really use a bath. Was he masked? He looked pretty familiar...

Most certainly, because why would a man in his full mental faculties would dress up like that?

He was built pretty nice, though.

''Sorry, am I... am I interrupting something?'' you asked, cheeks flushing bright red.

''What?! No, of course not!'' The man with mustache said.

''Who are you?''the man-woman asked.

''I'm Y/N. Who are you?'' you asked.

''I am doctor Johnathan Watson, and he is my friend, Sherlock Holmes. By the way, he's not masked, I know it crossed your mind'' the man with bushy mustache introduced himself and his partner.

''It did'' you giggled.

''Why did you come here? Do you have any problem?'' John asked.

''Moriarty's men are following me'' 

''Moriarty!'' Sherlock growled, angered.

''You know who he is?'' you asked, looking at them.

''Yes, we are trying to get rid of him'' John explained.

''He's obsessed with me'' you said, looking at them.

Both men shared a concerned glance, and you walked to the door and peeked through the window.

A group of men were walking towards the compartment, and you knew they were the professor's men.

''Bloody hell'' you muttered.

''What's wrong?'' Sherlock asked.

''They're on the hall'' you gulped.

''Don't worry, we'll help you'' John smiled and pulled a revolver out of his back pocket.

''I can't involve you into this'' you said and took a step closer to the door.

''We're professionals. Let us take care of it'' Sherlock said and took a gun from a bag that was laying on the ground.

You pulled up your long skirt and took the gun and the knife that you were hiding in your garter.

Sherlock's gorgeous brown eyes grew darker at the sight of your perfectly shaped sexy legs, and he involuntarily licked his lips.

''I can do it myself'' you smirked and pushed open the door with your leg.

You began shooting at the men, your perfect aim showing off with every bullet.

You usually shot your enemies between their eyes, it was a kind of signature for you.

The two men in the compartment came too, and helped you get rid of Moriarty's men.

Sherlock kicked one, then shot him in head.

John was punching some of them, he was holding up pretty well.

You tried to shot a guy that was running up to you, but you didn't have any more bullets.

He caught your hand and punched your nose, and blood flooded out of your nostrils.

You tried to take your knife, but he caught your other hand, and you were blocked.

Suddenly, the man fell on the ground, letting go of you.

When you looked up, you saw Sherlock holding the gun, smiling at you.

''Thanks'' you smiled at him

He nodded, and the three of you continued to fight Moriarty's men.

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A/N: This one is for @nightlife94. 2nd part coming up, since I like the idea you gave me, and since this is not finished. Please tell me if you'd like something to be changed.

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