A week had passed since our run in with General Shan. While browsing the newspaper this morning, I had noticed an article about her assassination. She had been shot on the street by an unknown source.
Shocker.
"Sherlock, look." I strut to him, lying dramatically in his chair in a blue silk robe, a grey t-shirt, and aegean blue pants. I hold the newspaper in front of his blank face; he scans it quickly then gives a nod.
"The question is who." Sherlock states as I show John the article.
"Who?" John cocks an eyebrow.
"Who assassinated her? She was the leader of The Black Lotus, and her subordinates didn't have the guts to do this. So who?" Sherlock ruffles through his curls.
"You're thinking Moriarty?" I plop down on the sofa, comfortable in my soft grey pajama pants and tight long sleeved white top.
"Who is this Moriarty guy?" John sips some tea.
"He's the center of all crimes. A ringleader. My arch-nemesis." Sherlock spits, taking a gun from his side table and tossing it around.
"Wait, arch-nemesis? I thought that was Mycroft." I tease, flipping to my stomach and propping myself on my elbow.
"I have a couple." He stands up, pointing the gun at already-bullet hole filled wall.
"Sherlock, don't-" John starts before Sherlock cuts him off by shooting the wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I groan softly, spinning around on my back to watch him shoot holes into the wall.
"Bored!" He shouts, aiming the gun behind his back and shooting again.
"You have dozens of cases!" John yells, rubbing his forehead.
"All dull." He groans, dramatically shooting again.
Bang!
"But did you need to take it out on the wall?" I flip through the newspaper, meeting his blue eyes behind his long curls.
"The wall had it coming." His eyes squint, making me chuckle.
John grumbles, heading to the door and slipping on an olive colored jacket. I perk up, noticing his clenched jaw and angry stride.
"Johnny, where are you going?" I sit up on the plush sofa.
"Just going out for a bit. Some air." He looks at me with soft eyes but an angry demeanor. He walks out the doorway, almost colliding with Mrs. Hudson as she comes in.
"You guys has a little...domestic?" She looks at Sherlock and I. I chuckle, flipping through the newspaper again.
"Something like that." I smile at the landlady, pointing at the bullet filled wall.
"Sherlock, what have you done with my wall?" She looks up at him as he tosses the gun in my hands. I unload the bullets, noticing a slight ticking sound from outside.
"Do you hear tha-" I get up, before a loud explosion blows from behind me, shattering the windows and sends us crashing to the ground.
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Expect The Unexpected {s.h x reader}
Fanfiction"Well, Y/N Watson, Expect the unexpected." You were supposed to visit your brother, John, for only a couple of weeks. His curious flat mate hadn't expected such an annoying, clever, and dashing young lady to be staying. My apologies though, it seems...
