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(Sherlock Holmes) Unforeseen Victim

Warnings: Physical fights, thievery, inner conflict, jealousy, possessiveness, and obsessiveness. If you're not quite comfortable with the aforementioned warnings, then we kindly suggest for you to read the other chapters that you're fine with. If it's still not suitable for you, then you could also leave this book, but we thank you for giving time and checking out this book. For those who decided to venture further in reading, we hope you enjoy it!

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Sherlock gazed around the subtly crowded street in boredom, even managing to slip out a yawn to further convey the tyred state he is in after his afternoon nap had been disturbed by a distressed call for him from his good friend, Lestrade. The action brought about quite a noise that was not entirely suppressed when he attempted to cover his mouth with a palm. Both John and Lestrade only sighed at the sight with the former giving an apologetic glance to the latter. Though despite the uninterested display by the detective in this unknown case for the Scotland Yard, neither of the two acquired any offence by his silent commentary on the current situation.

A sudden scream of distress rang out of nowhere, seemingly out of place as well, but with the trio trying to blend in among the crowd, such an incident was to be expected within their presence. It seemed to give the detective a momentary appease before he finds himself navigating through the sea of nosey people. Even though he had been informed about the context of the issue at hand, Sherlock only sighed after noticing a panicked woman rambling about. John decided to console her while Lestrade orders the formed audience of some sort to go about their merry way and give the woman some space, which was immediately followed.

Calmly gazing around and spectating the area, Sherlock noticed something out of the ordinary. Seeming to have also been familiar with the methods of the thief he had been trying to catch for the last few weeks, Lestrade also takes note of this before taking action, not wanting to miss the given opportunity to catch the pesky threat that had been looming the organisation for a few weeks now. With his curiosity and intrigue being triggered by the short encounter of seeing you winking at him before hiding among the crowd, Sherlock followed suit. John sighed after the departure of his companions before focusing on the victim's well-being while also consoling her.

You lightly smiled upon hearing quite a ruckus from the familiar police, but even more eager to start the chase when the infamous detective decided to join in. You are a wanted thief, someone who had been running from the police force for months until you've managed to catch the attention of a certain detective it seemed. Seeing as you've been easily slipping away from the police force every time they try to corner you, it would seem that they had finally realised that they will never progress with the case and that his help is needed. You knew your supposed crime is no match against his usual cases, which made you feel honoured to have his attention.

With your body trained in your current situation, you easily weaved through the crowd with swiftness and care. The unknowing bystanders are left bewildered by your actions, but they were mostly undisturbed when you passed through each of them with ease, neither bumping nor stepping on their foot. With your sharp vision, you managed to foresee an old lady about to reach the corner of the street as you decided to take this opportunity to distract the duo. Easily evading the elderly, you decided to slow your steps before observing a bit of distance away. Presenting yourself as a normal civilian, you casually waited along the corner to bid your time.

Lestrade was the first one to emerge, still driven by his persistence to catch up with you that he did not anticipate someone turning around the corner. He collides with the elderly before immediately apologising to the strict individual. The sight had been much more amusing than what you imagined, expressing it through a simple laughter before turning to flee once more. Hearing you seeming to mock him, Lestrade felt his jaw getting sore with how much he gritted his teeth before receiving the wrath of the old lady. Sherlock only shakes his head, mutually feeling your emotion before snapping himself by being distracted from your prior display of it.

"We can't let the thief get away this time! Holmes, do your best to end this case once and for all!" Lestrade desperately requested his dear friend before tossing a pair of handcuffs to him, further implying for the detective to return and save him from the old lady's wrath with you secured by it.

Sherlock easily catches the item before making his leave, lightly grinning after hearing the complaints coming from both Lestrade and the lady while leaving his friend to face his new temporary problem in the meantime. With his own keen senses, he was still able to trace your movements. It would seem that his reputation exceeds him and that he is not an ordinary person to deal with as you smiled after hearing him ordering for you to stop. Concluding this made you feel more enthralled by the chase before you got more curious about his abilities. Deciding to take some risk to make this more fun, you stopped within a secluded alleyway.

When Sherlock also approached the destination, his eyes widened in surprise when a shard of glass zipped past through him, barely grazing his cheek. You only grinned before initiating an attack, delivering a fist quick to his stomach supposedly, but he was more careful and prepared this time. He easily blocked it with his forearm before returning a swift kick, turning his figure to the side before balancing himself with one foot to perform it. You crossed your forearms in front of you to defend, back a few steps away from him. You heavily exhaled from the thrill of the short fight before smirking at him, standing properly once more yet prepared to defend yourself.

"You're not bad. However, your skillset seemed to be a waste the moment you decided to use it for your current profession that is clearly unaccepted by the society." Sherlock decided to also join the temporary treaty, presenting himself in a casual manner yet giving you a small glare.

You lightly laughed at his compliments, finding it both ridiculous and amusing to be given by a great detective before you place a hand on your chest while you speak in faux sentiment. "Aw, thank you for your kind words, Holmes. I'm touched. I think I might turn a new leaf from now on..."

"A bluff, I say. You really are an annoying pest. Give that back before I'll force you to surrender." Sherlock further narrows his gaze in disdain after realising the familiarity of the item now encircling one of your fingers, feeling his own hollow of its usual ring that secures around it.

You stuck out your tongue to convey your disagreement before smiling mockingly. "Hah... Make me, oh great detective of London. It looks too good when worn by its new owner. I want to keep it on me much longer. But if you'll excuse me, I still have some errands to do. It was nice meeting you, Sherlock."

You waved at him with some movements of your own fingers as if to let him focus on the item that he has yet to recover. He tried to dash at you, but stops and instead focuses on dodging an incoming dagger that you have thrown when you've taken one in your possession during your wave by your free hand. Using this temporary distraction of his, you pierced another on a nearby wall after gaining a bit of momentum on the trash bin near it before you used it as a leverage to haul your body on top of the structure. Expressing his frustration when you managed to successfully get away, he kicks a nearby glass bottle before pinching the bridge of his nose.

He heavily exhaled as a means of finality of his emotions before glaring at the dagger you left. Clicking his tongue in irritation, he decided to keep it in return of his stolen ring. He studies the item that seemed to be carefully crafted while he walks back to where he had left Lestrade. John had been also there and helped diffuse the tension from the prior situation with the old lady, immediately noticing that something is wrong with Sherlock. The detective remained silent and oddly still gazing at the dagger with intensity that he didn't give any recognition to his former companions before returning to his apartment alone. Despite everything, he was interested.

From the fateful encounter he had with just because of him being generous and giving his assistance to the Scotland Yard, the thief left quite an imprint on the detective's thoughts. It was reflected in the way he is currently playing his violin with a suspense tune that gradually increased in tempo with his feet seeming to go along with his fluid movements. He closes his eyes as he continues to think about you while having a frown. He is left to wonder what caused you to have such an effect on him and what the result implied. Whatever it was, he remains frustrated and in denial when he kept comparing it to John's romantic attachments with Mary.

He initiated a plan that he himself is unwilling to participate, not because of the plan itself, but the prior preparations and anticipation he would feel. Though upon remembering the high probability of him finally catching you by the end of it eased his desperation to see you once more. He can attain such detail from his connections, but decided to let you be for the time being to make you assume that they have given up on their chase with you. He will wait for as long as he would and take in the delight for his reward for his patience. Not only does he intend to get his ring back, but would also make you feel responsible for the strange emotion he feels.

Such a moment was given to him when the police managed to acquire information about your next important target, making him more intrigued with your future whereabouts. Everything had been set once the party was initiated by one of the richest nobles in the land finally happens. In a way, this was also quite a risk to undertake, but Sherlock remained meticulous with every detail to ensure that the case would end here and now. Because of the many guests present, it had been easy to infiltrate the party while the police discreetly surround the area of any possible escape routes of yours while he was the one tasked to personally capture you.

Here he is now, glaring at a certain pair acting all lovey dovey while he's downing his whisky. The alcohol and some of the prepared food had been the ones that eased his discomfort in attending such a grand event, even more so when he finally managed to spot you in quite an obvious way. You stick out like a sore thumb despite following the theme of the party, wearing the appropriate attire and some jewelries to further blend in with the high society. You really exude a charm fitting to have anyone be wrapped around your deft finger. His brow twitches when he sees you laughing about with the smug noble that dangerously had his perverse hold on you.

He knew that you don't seem to mind it and instead use it to create a faux sense of bond to your target before you led him away from prying eyes and to a much less crowded space. Despite knowing the tactic that you are using by the art of seduction, it made him even more frustrated before having enough of the display. The two of you decided to leave the party early without anyone knowing, but not for him as he immediately sauntered past the other guests before following you two. His frustration had been shown when he immediately forces the noble to face him once you're all alone, hitting him in an area to make him unconscious with the right force.

"Just like what you did to me... You remain to have a vulnerability, it seemed. You lowered your guard and here we are, meeting once more as if it's fate." Sherlock casually initiated a conversation first as if not minding the unconscious body on the floor near the two of you.

You stared at him in disbelief before feeling frustrated by his disruption when the noble was about to lead you to his own private chambers which you knew would be filled by countless expensive trinkets. "That was supposed to be my biggest target yet! You're such a stick in the mud! You blew up my racket!"

"You have nowhere else to go. The Scotland Yard had the place surrounded. I think this is the appropriate time for you to surrender." His hands itched to just grab a hold of you, deciding to not let you know of his desires by casually placing each within the pocket of his trousers.

You scoffed before feeling undeterred by his command, glaring at him before carefully observing your surroundings for a possible escape. Everyone seemed to be focused on the party too much that left the other areas of the mansion deserted, including the location the both of you are in. Deciding to play along with your game, he let you perform the quick task of being desperate in trying to make your way out before observing your grandeur closely. Along with his observation, he was once again left feeling something when he saw you still wearing his ring. For him, it was your statement of also feeling the connection between the two of you as if it was destined.

"Don't you even dare try... After weeks of not finding you... seeing you, it will end how I want it to be. Not only did you steal my ring that day, but it seemed you've acquired my heart as well." Sherlock threatened and revealed after noticing you about to take a step away, aiming his gun at you as a means of subtle scare.

You gaped at him for a moment while finding his statement absurd, panicking after finding yourself absent of any weapon to protect you because of the party's security before you unconsciously take a step back. "What are you... Stop talking nonsense. If it's your ring you want, you can have it back for all I care!"

"Oh, no. It's fine. Just until I'll find you a suitable one for you." His nonchalant tone did not help in easing the anxiety you felt after his indirect, yet obvious confession of something you deemed unnatural to have been called love or adoration, standing frozen and staring absentmindedly at his approaching figure.

As if mocking your important skill by performing it himself, his hand has been swift in returning his gun back to its unnoticeable placement before taking the hidden handcuff to replace it. Everything had been done appropriately that you managed to view it happening in just a blink of an eye before you felt the metal clasping around each of your wrists when he gently held it. Seeming to be distracted, you notice him gazing at his own ring that you kept wearing on your finger that would fit it, precisely the same one during your first encounter. He gently brushes a thumb across its silvery surface, tracing the skull engraved on it before gazing at you tenderly.

"Which one will you prefer? Rotting in a cell for how many years or be under my supervision by living with me until you will serve your sentence? Never mind, it's not like you have a choice on that matter." Sherlock had decided for you as he deemed it was time for him to enjoy his prise for being patient and also as a means to recompensate for being your unforeseen victim.