Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XII : Weapons (Sara)

I climbed up the stairs to 221B, nodding to Mrs Hudson. An eerie violin melody filled the house. I silently opened the door and let myself in. My eyes widened as I saw Sherlock playing, and dancing along to his own music. John was comfortably lodged into his armchair, a cup of tea in hand, and he gave me a "Thank God you're here" look which I took as a cue to sit down. Seeing me, Sherlock put his violin down carelessly on the coffee table and threw himself into his own chair. "I didn't know you played." I remarked, as he closed his eyes in thought. "An old memory. Try as I might, it's impossible to forget." He said wistfully. John and I exchanged a look. "Are we still talking about the violin ?" I asked. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Suddenly, he sprang out of his chair. "Joe Steinfield." He cried, rushing into his room. I raised an eyebrow. "How long has he been playing for ?" I asked John "Two hours, give or take." groaned John. I was about to open my mouth when Sherlock burst into the living room again. Only two hours ?" he asked with obvious surprise in his voice. I raised my eyebrows.
"Only ?" I replied but Sherlock was already waving his hand dismissively.
"Joe Steinfield! Joe Steinfield! Joe Steinfield!"he cried out. John's hand was already over his face in despair. } Sherlock pranced around some more, reminding me of an over excited toddler. Eventually he stopped, and his face grew serious. "I have a plan." At this, I frowned. "But we already have a plan. The police will find out where he is, and will storm the house." John was shaking his head violently, and Sherlock looked so outraged I winced, regretting my words immediately. "You idiotic girl !" He exploded. "You really believe that the police will be able to help ?" I froze, unsure how to react. "No." Sherlock continued. "We will let the whole world know that you are alive. Steinfield will come running." John looked shocked. "What ! Sherlock, No ! We can't risk Sara being put in danger again."
"She would be armed !" Protested Sherlock. "For the record, against weapons." I intervened. "You'll be fine, you won't have to use it. I promise." Said John, his eyes filled with sincerity. "Sherlock we're not going through with this plan. We can't just dangle our friend out as bait." Sherlock glared at him. "What happened to suddenly make her my friend ?" He spat venomously. "Hey !" I yelled, offended. "Maybe the fact that your helping us find her attacker. Need I remind you, that one phone call, and Mycroft will not hesitate to thrown you back in rehab." Retorted John.
"We are not doing this, and that's final."
"Then we're not gonna catch Steinfield. Simple." Sherlock wandered over to the kitchen, pulled a carton of tomato juice from the fridge and gulped it down straight from the container. I grimaced. He obviously didn't care and John was in stubborn - ass mode so it was up to me.
"I'll do it,"I announced getting to my feet. "And by the way, that's really unhygienic." Sherlock shrugged, closing the fridge.
"I'm the only one who drinks it." John let out a cry of irritation. "I bought it for me! And we are not putting Sara's life in danger!"
I placed my hand on John's arm. His fury filled eyes met mine. "It's fine." I said "It's my choice to do this. And besides, if all goes to plan, I'm not going to have to use the gun, you promised." I nudged his arm playfully. He sighed "Ok." He said. I smiled and we all looked at each other, carefully avoiding the unspoken question. "What if it doesn't go to plan"

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Who was I kidding? Holding the gun made me feel like the idiotic girl Sherlock called me. John was sweet to defend me but I was truly terrified. My hands shook, as I ran my fingers over the trigger, praying I wouldn't have to press it. Seeing my expression, Sherlock looked over to John, who was paying for a coffee. We were going to be at this cafe for a while "You know, if you really don't want to do this, you don't have." He said softly. I looked up in surprise, this was the first sign of compassion he'd shown towards me. I smiled at him gratefully but shook my head. "No." I said shakily "I can do this." He nodded, and we said no more on the subject. And then, it all worked like clockwork: all too perfectly. I positioned myself at a lone table with my warm coffee cup in hand, sipping thoughtfully. John raised his hood and hunched himself over a table at the other end, giving me backward glances every so often. Sherlock sat in a corner sofa with his face hidden behind his laptop, eyes focused on the screen.
And then Joe Steinfield entered the coffee shop. My entire body froze up.
I started to hyperventilate, but I forced myself to keep my breaths steady and calm. "Hello again." He drawled, taking my hand and pressing his cold, slimy lips to it. I wrenched my hand away, and he smiled maliciously, amused by my  horror. "What do you want ?" I whispered. He gave me a shark - like grin "Why to kill you, of course." My breathing hitched. "But I can't do that can I ?" He said raising his voice, I looked at him confused. "Not with all your bodyguards." He grinned and my blood ran cold. On cue, 2 men ran into the cafe. They pulled Sherlock and John onto their knees, forcing them to the ground. "Who should I start with." Cackled Steinfield. "I think I'll start with pretty boy over here," he said, pointing a gun at John's head, who closed his eyes in resignation "1." He said. Sherlock tried to fight his captor but was shot in the leg. He fell to the ground with a groan. "2."
"I'm sorry"mouthed John. "Thre-" without thinking, I pulled out my gun. I shot both men, and then turned on Steinfield, a red haze filming my vision. "This is for Charles." I said before opening fire. I shot bullets until I ran out, and even then I kept pulling the trigger. John was shaking me, saying something I couldn't hear. Suddenly, he clapped his hands over my ears. My breathing returned to normal and the red haze disappeared. The ringing in my ears stopped and I collapsed to the floor. My face crumpled, and sobs started to rack my body. John pulled me into a hug. "It's ok. He's gone." Mumbled John into my hair. "I-I killed someone. I'm a murderer just like him." I choked out, gesturing to Steinfield's dead body. John's eyes widened and his grip on me tightened. "Don't ever say that. You are nothing like him." I sobbed, but after a while I calmed down. "God, Sara, I'm so sorry. I promised to keep you safe and I failed." I looked at him. Blue eyes met green. "Don't you dare blame yourself." I said. "None of this was your fault." John shook his head. "That's not true, I could've -" I cut him off. By kissing him.