Expect The Unexpected {s.h x reader}

Chapter 22

Recap:

"And did these whispers have a name?" Sherlock pressed, her eyes filling with tears.

I prayed to the heavens above that she was wrong.

I hoped on the lucky stars that it would be someone else.

I wished with every ounce of hope that she wouldn't say his name.

But she did.

"Moriarty." Miss Wenceslas whispered, my whole body shaking. I glanced worriedly at Sherlock, but he had just sat back in his chair, and hid a devious smile.  

In a flash, Sherlock had bounded out of his seat and rushed to the door. Greg gave us a confused look with his mouth agape, but Sherlock was out the door with a menacing grin before I could explain. I swallowed hard, grabbing my bag and exiting after Sherlock. 

When I caught up to his fast pace, my fists were clenched with nervousness and dread had settled into the pit of my stomach. 

"Sherlock," I struggled to keep up with him as he paced through the halls of Scotland Yard.

"One pip left." He muttered, pushing the exit door open roughly and striding out. 

"What?" I breathe out into the cold air.

"This was merely a distraction," He waves his hands manically at the Scotland Yard building, "Five pips, Y/N, we've only gotten four. The final round awaits, and it involves the missile plans we've recovered." He stops on the side of the street bustling with cars. I pick at my cuticles as my nerves get the best of me. Sherlock had pulled out his mobile phone and was tapping away.

I saw the corner of his lip flick up into a quick smile, and I knew that meant danger.

"Sherlock, I know what you're thinking." I warn him with a fierce look in my eyes. He glances up at me, his face glowing from his phone screen.

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do. Don't think for one second I'm going to let you...waltz right into Moriarty's deathtrap!" I exclaim, my breath visible in the autumn night. Sherlock didn't even bat an eye at my sternness. In fact, I think he found it quite humorous. 

"You need not worry, Miss Watson. I have backup." Sherlock shoves his phone in his back pocket.

"Oh, right. You're going to have Greg Lestrade and Dimmock riding on your tail? Very funny." My tone drips of sarcasm. 

"Not Scotland Yard," He dips his face down to mine, excitement lighting up his eyes, "You."

My heart drops into my stomach and my face drains of color. I can't muster up the words to describe how terrified I am.

Oh, wait. Yes I can.

"Sherlock Holmes, are you out of your mind?!" I shout and give him a light shove away.

"We're both armed! He wants the missile plans, and I wish to see who we're dealing with here." Sherlock says so casually, I actually believe for a second that I'm dating an insane person.

"Or he could just kill us, Sherlock!" I whisper-scream, regaining my composure, "Moriarty will not hesitate to take out his three most prized victims. You, me, and John. He nearly killed me on that plane, remember that?!" I argue, my veins coursing with fear and adrenaline.

"That was months ago." He rolls his eyes, making me scoff. I grab Sherlock's sleeve and pull him to me. 

"Listen to me, Holmes. John and you are all I have left. If you think I'm going to lose you two without a fight, you're sadly mistaken." My voice turns low and sinister, and I can see Sherlock swallow hard. He stares into my Y/E/C eyes deeply; belief pales his face.