Expect The Unexpected {s.h x reader}

Chapter 8

mini warning: serious events (such as planes being made unsafe by people) happen in this chapter. I am not making anything very detailed because it is a horrible topic, and I am truly, deeply sorry if you or someone you know has been affected by something like this. this is a warning for the sensitive topic/parts. again, it is not detailed, but it's better to have a forewarning to readers. also: i do not own any characters nor lines from Sherlock, unless otherwise stated (it's X reader so I don't totally 'own' that character lol) thanks! :)

Y/N's POV

I glance at my wrist watch, overhearing shouts coming from the rear of the plane.

I see what these psychopaths have done, and I swear to God up above, if I live through this day I will make every criminal on this plane pay for what they've done. These innocent people do not deserve to be put through this pain. No one deserves this pain. I will give up my life to make sure that these passengers will live. I think

This is YOUR fault, Y/N. The only thing you can do now is try to fix it. You've gotten muddled in this mess, get yourself and, more importantly, these passengers out of it.

I turn around as I hear struggles coming from behind me. My eyes go wide as I realize what's happening.

I see the three men on the ground, the guns several feet away from them as passengers knock them unconscious. All I see is an approaching passenger before my vision fades.

Third Person POV

John and Sherlock run to the near police station that was not more than a block away, their jackets blowing in the wind. Sherlock forcefully opens the police station door, and whips out a "police ID", though John knows too well that this ID is Lestrade's.

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. What I need you all to do is go away, and let me do what I need to do." Sherlock says with a fake smile, clapping his hands together.

"Mr. Holmes, again?" One says

"Yes, now-"

"I've heard of you, Mr. Holmes. You're-" A police officer begins to say.

"Amazing, brilliant, clever? I know. Now go. I need seven computers and three smart phones...Oh, this is John. He's...um...anyways..." Sherlock says, pacing the floor of the station.

"Are you really a-" Another officer starts.

"Yes, for Christ's sake. John, call Lestrade. This is going to take a bit." Sherlock says, glancing at John.

Somewhere Over England

Y/N lays on the ground of the plane, unconscious, but stable and breathing fine. The bandana tied snugly around her face was now dropped down to her neck, exposing her face. The gun she hated to have in her hand was laying to the right of her, the safety lock on.

The commotion was caused by a group of amazing and brave passengers trying to knock out and harm the hijackers, as to protect themselves and all the other passengers. Y/N, being a framed and forced hijacker, was knocked out by a passenger. She was knocked across the head with a bag, and was about to be hit again when a man piped up.

"Wait, STOP IT!" He stands up.

Who was he? A man trying to prevent a supposed hijacker from being attacked?

Try using your 'Sherlock' deducing skills. Use the information you've been told to come to an analysis of who this man is.

Have you guessed yet?

D.I Dimmock's POV:

"Wait, STOP IT!" I shout

I know who this woman is. A memory flashes through my head when I see her body hit the ground.