Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XLIII : The Wait (Day 1. Kara)

I walked into the hospital, John and Sara close behind. Mycroft has called us saying Irene'd been shot. She was cruel and vindictive but she was still a friend...sort of, colleague was a better description. We took seats in a row, abandoned except for a young woman. She wore a white jumper and black leggings, but her hands had traces of dried blood under her nails. Her hands shook as she stared into the distance. Her face was tear stained and she wore a haunted expression. I watched in confusion as John and Sara walked over to the girl. They spoke quietly for a moment before they came back. I looked at them questioningly but they avoided my gaze. I chose not to investigate further. Just then, Sherlock burst into the hospital. His face was grief-stricken as he looked around frantically. The girl stood up and their eyes met. "Sierra." He said, walking forwards. "Oh God, Sherlock." She choked out, falling into his open arms. He held her, whispering into her hair as she sobbed. I watched with thinly veiled jealousy as they stood together. "Not dating. She's into girls." Came Sara's voice as she placed her hand on my shoulder. I exhaled, nodding. Then Sherlock caught sight of us. He let go of Sierra and walked over to us. "Who told you ?" He asked, face confused. "Mycroft called." Said John, wrapping him into a hug. "Mycroft ?!" He mouthed to Sara. She smiled before turning as the doors to the hospital opened once more. Mycroft strolled in, umbrella in hand. I watched in confusion as he walked towards us. "What are you doing here ?" I asked, speaking for the first time since we'd arrived. Sherlock turned to me, then blushed as my eyes found his. "I'm afraid this was all my fault. I assigned Agent Adler to the Leone case." Sherlock whipped his head around. "Agent Adler ?" He asked seething. "You forced her into MI6 ?!" Mycroft opened his mouth to protest, but Sherlock was too fast. "Don't try and justify it, I know you Mycroft." He spat. "How dare you. How dare you force someone into a life they don't want. How dare you put her in harm's way." I grabbed his arm. By now, everyone was staring and Sherlock was yelling. "Sherlock, please, stop." He looked to me and the rage dissolved. He took a deep breath before striding away. I followed at a safe distance, careful not to bother him. I watched as he took a seat in a cafe and looked down. I walked towards him, taking a seat opposite him. "What do you want ?" He mumbled. "Sherlock. It wasn't your fault." I said. He looked to me. "Of Course it was. I'm smart, when Sierra approached me I should've listened, done something." My eyes softened and I reached for his hand. He hesitated before giving it to me. "Sherlock you can't blame yourself. What's done is done. Maybe had you listened to Sierra things would've turned out differently but it could've been you in that hospital instead."
"Wouldn't that be better ?" He asked.
"What ? No, Sherlock of course not ! My point is that someone would've gotten hurt anyway, you can't blame yourself for not doing enough. It was the person who shot Irene's fault, and from what I've seen of Sierra, she doesn't blame you, she just wants comforting." He ignored me, instead standing up and walking away. "You can't just keep running from your problems." I called after him. "Watch me." He said, storming outside. I scoffed and ran after him. "Sherlock, stop !" I grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around. "Leave me alone Dives." He yelled, eyes filled with pain, looking away. As for what I did next, maybe it was due to being caught up in the moment, or testing out my theory, or unleashing my pent up emotions, I didn't know, but I turned his head and pulled his lips to mine. It took him exactly one second to register what was happening, put his arms around me and kiss back. I ignored the cold, the judgemental stares, the photographs, instead focusing on the fact that I had my consulting detective back again. After a while, I pulled away. "How am I supposed to leave you alone if I know you still have feelings for me. Now, I'm not forcing you to do anything but you can either leave and keep feeling sorry for yourself or you can go and help your friends." I turned around, straightening my coat before walking back inside, a stupid smile on my face as I left behind the dumbfounded detective.

AN : Yay ! More Kara and Sherlock ! Irene's still in hospital 😥😭 hope you enjoyed !!
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