No Strings Attached: Doctor Strange x GN Reader (Marvel and Sherlock Crossover)

Chapter Twelve: Poolside

AN: my normal beta reader wasn't available so I apologize for any spelling mistakes!

By the time you reached the building that held the pool, it was past lunchtime, and into the evening. John stood outside, hastily looking at his watch, as his hand rested over the gun held in a holster on his belt. Telling the cab driver to drive off quickly, you got out, making sure that the gun that rested on your belt, was loaded.
John's eyes lit up as he saw the tall detective, walking over to the two of you quickly, "Sherlock, why didn't you two get any officers?"

"We need information John, if whoever this is, is arrested we might not get them to talk," Sherlock opened the door, not bothering to be quiet, his dress shoes clacking against the floor.

"Stay behind us," you told John, as the soldier fell behind, "We need someone covering our backs. We don't need you getting hurt upfront if he shoots."

John nodded, falling behind until you could just barely hear his footsteps and breathing.

Your heart was racing, sure you were used to crimes and chases and confrontations but unlike Sherlock you weren't stupidly brave or a sociopath, the adreneline affected you more than him, instead of being a junkie for it you were simply scared.

"We've come to talk," Sherlock yelled as he opened the door to the larger room that contained the pool, you peered over his shoulder, not seeing anyone curently in it.

Walking in behind Sherlock you aimed your pistol at the right side of the room, Sherlock taking the left, as John stood his position at the door, watching that no one would sneak up from behind. "Moran, we know it's you."

"Great job, dear," A voice whispered from behind you, causing you to turn around as quickly as possible, aiming your pistol at his head.

"How did you get past John?" You asked, seeing Sherlock walk behind the former colonel, his gun aimed at the man's shoulder.

"Put down the gun Holmes," Sebastian didnt bother to turn around to face Sherlock, looking you dead in the eyes as a red dot appeared on Sherlock's forehead, looking up you realized that there were men in the rafters, one with his aim on you.

Signaling for Sherlock to drop his gun, he didnt listen, "Sherlock put it down."

"What did you do to John?" Sherlock asked, glaring at Sebastian as he slowly lowered his gun to the ground, as you lowered the aim of your own, still keeping it in your hands.

"The doctor is fine, just resting, no harm came to him," strangely enough you believed those words as Sebastian said them, while he might not be the best person he seemed to not be one to hurt another fellow war veteran.

Placing a hand into your green blazer, you held the gun in your other hand, subtly pressing a beacon Lestrade had given you for cases like this, alerting him to your location.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked the soldier, the cold air of the pool and the tense situation causing a shiver to run through your body.

A loud laugh cut through the air, loud heavy footsteps ringing through your ears, as a figure began to walk out of the dark, "Isn't it obvious, dearest Y/N? He's working for me."

"James," you spat, not able to stop yourself from sending a glare to the suited man, barely able to make out his features that seemed to constantly plague your nightmares and now everyday life, "Why?"

"Because I've always hated you, simple as that," he shrugged, finally stepping fully into the artificial light. His hair cut differently than the last time you saw him, and he appeared more aged, with wrinkles from stress more prominent against his forehead, "You were the golden child, whether you were adopted or not."