His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

Study In Pink 7

"So if you want to stay alive, I suggest you stop speaking."

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The car came to a stop about 15 minutes from Baker Street, stopping in front of two buildings. They look a bit like schools, or colleges, but run down, uncared for. The cabbie gets out of his seat and opens my door, offering me his hand.

"You know, we are getting great service tonight. Hopefully we don't, oh I don't know," I pause, sucking in air dramatically, "die," flashing a fake smile at the short man. 

Oh I can't wait to stab him, hopefully the moment comes sooner than later. He threw his hands up in 'defense' and left my side, walking over to Sherlock's door and opening it.

"Where are we," Sherlock askes, dude how could he not know.

The cabbie sends another toothy smile to him, "you know exactly where we are, you know every street in London. You too, Miss (y/n), you know. With all the jumping across buildings like superman."

I roll my eyes, "Roland-Kerr further education college, why here? And also Superman doesn't leap across building you idiot, he flies.""

The cabbie leans on the car door, "the cleaners are in. The thing about being a cabbie is you always know a quiet spot for a murder. I'm surprised more of us don't branch out, but then again double oh six here, would be a spoilsport and ruin everything," flickering his eyes towards me.

"Well that's why it's called a spoil sport, ya twat," throwing jazz hands to the short man.

 Sherlock turns to me, sending me a playful glare before turning back to the cabbie.

"And how do you exactly walk your victims in?"

Calmly, the short man pulls out a gun, its so fake, its obvious a lighter.

"Oh you people are so boring," groaning, banging my head across the leather seat, "boring, boring, booooooooring", singing the last part out, "plus you can't make people 'kill' themselves at gunpoint, then it would just be called murder- not suicide, dumbass."

The cabbie starts to chuckle, "oh I don't, but that's just it. I don't need this with you two, cos I know you'll follow me," and with that he turned and started to walk away.

Groaning once again, fuck me, he's gonna go after him, I get out of the cab and slam my door, seeing Sherlock do the same.

 "Did you bring your gun," he asked, turning his head to me as I walked around the car. I pull out the side-arm from its hiding place.

"Of course, I brought my fucking gun, double oh six never leaves without it," I say waving the gun in front of my face like a child.

"Double oh six, eh? My brother sent you didn't he?" he grinned, I looked at the tall man, mirroring his action.

"Ya well when he said this is about my dear brother, I thought I was gonna have to kill you, which will still probably happen if you piss me off enough."

We entered the building, walking down the hall I glanced down to my feet, looking at the shadows that Sherlock and I were casting. Huh weird, his looks like a dragon.

The cabbie took us to a classroom, windows surrounding us, tables and chairs greeted us with silence. He better not do anything stupid.

"Well," the cabbie began, "what do you think? It's up to you after all, cos you're gonna die here."

Rolling my eyes, I took my seat first, "nope," popping the 'p', "you know he's not."

"That's what they all say," he says taking his seat and gestures Sherlock to take his,