Pin Drop (Sherlock x Reader)

Rooms

I made my way down the hallway to where Sherlock's bedroom lie in waiting. I opened the door making sure to close it with some force letting everyone know not to bother me. I heard voices argue from the living area.

I walked towards a box that was labeled with my name and opened it to reveal clothes. I picked out a skirt and a white top and little shoes to match with it. I was decibel the feeling a vibe today.

Stripping myself off my old clothes I changed quickly and sat on the bed while I brushed my hair out with my fingers. The knots and kinks took a while to untangle but eventually I was left with smooth hair which I braided and put into a small bun on the top of my head.

Taking a few deep breathes I let myself relax for a moment. I wanted to know if what happened last night was real or just a dream.

I remember leaving here. This place through Sherlock's bedroom window. Hoping down from there to interrupt Mrs. Hudson who was taking out some trash. I have her a few pounds to keep quite.

From there I ran until I couldn't anymore and ended up fright down the street from the townhome in which I had been kept. I remember waking in and a blindingly bright light turning on. I closed the door and heard someone laughing. They sounded familiar but I hadn't heard the voice in so long that I couldn't quite place it.

The lights were dimmed and I saw Jim standing across from me. He led me into the kitchen after a few brief words were exchanged. I remember glasses being filled and downed. Then nothing. It was all black until I woke up in the cell at Scotland Yard this morning. I groaned and threw myself back onto the bed.

The arguing had since stopped and I heard the door quietly open and close. I felt a presence on the bed next to me and opened my eyes to see Sherlock. His head in his hands rubbing his temples.

"That bad?" He looked exhausted even though we had just woken up only an hour ago. His brother seemed to have a not so good affect on him.

"You have no idea." He laid back on the bed so our heads were next to each other's. Our slow deep breathes the only sounds coming from the room. When I looked over to him his eyes were closed and his breathing had leveled out. He was asleep.

That was quick. He must really have been exhausted to fall asleep almost immediately next to someone half of them didn't even know if they could trust. He really was a good judge of character.

I reached over and tucked his hair out of his face then laid both my hand and my head against his chest. I listened to his heart for a little. I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me closer to him as he mumbled something I couldn't understand.

This was the great Sherlock Holmes. Here with me. In his bed. Just holding each other. I never wanted this to end but I knew I had something I needed to do. I didn't know what but I had to go to the crime scene.

I sighed and pulled myself from his grasp. I left a kiss against his cheek and wrote a quick note telling him where I was and what I was doing. Then I quietly left the room. No one was in the living area when I left. No one except Sherlock and I even seemed to be in the home.

Straightening my skirt I set a brisk pace to the townhome which once stood. The walk was uneventful. A few people bumped into me and I growled in response. I arrived only ten minutes after I had left.

The scene was worse in real time versus on the television. Debris littered the street. People worked tirelessly to remove everything so the road could be used again. The bright yellow spray pain still as bright as it was earlier. Even brighter in person.

I walked over the letter trying to find something, anything that would tell me something. I noticed a little arrow pained in the E at the end of the words. It pointed towards the end of the street. It was something only I would have noticed. It wasn't a different color. It was only a different shade of yellow. Enough that if someone was really looking would notice.

I walked to the end of the road and stopped searching for something. I didn't know what I was searching for until I heard a cold voice behind me.

"So you did miss me." I stood frozen to my place on the street. An ally was behind me. The voice came from there. I took a deep breath and slowly turned.

"I'm not so sure Jimmy." I replied. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him. Or at least the last time I saw him sober. His skin was paler than usual and his face had sunken into his face. His smiled was more sinister now than before. It sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh darling. Don't be that way. Come here." I stayed out where I was and I saw him become more angry by my actions. "Now." He growled. I obeyed and walked over to him. Next thing I knew I was against the brick wall an arm against my throat.

"Jimmy?" I questioned. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes. His face showed nothing but anger and resentment.

"You're falling for him." He laughed and moved back. "I thought you were to be my Queen. Guess I thought wrong." He growled and pulled a gun from his back. It angled directly towards my head. I closed my eyes ready for the sound and impact of a bullet.

It never came. Instead I only heard a shot ring into the air. When I opened my eyes Jim was looking towards the bank. The hun still pointed towards my head. I was shaking more than I cared to admit.

Sherlock, John, Mary, and Mycroft were standing there. Sherlock had his own gun angled towards the sky. His shot rang through the ally like a bomb. I gasped as I was roughly pulled into Jim. I felt the barrel being pushed into the side of my head.

Every instinct I had in my body clicked all at once. I growled deep in my throat and knew what I had to do next.