Guardian Angel

The first client

Our first case wasn't to be precise our first case, we had, well Sherlock had a few cases before and I was just sort of there, not helping but observing one of the greatest detectives of our time. The first client that should be ours and the first case that should be the number one till today, cause it still remains unsolved, started on a lazy Saturday morning. I was suffering from a bad cold, so I was all tucked in with a big cup of tea in Sherlocks chair by the fire, while I watched him working on one of his experiments he never told me anything about. I was okay with that, I probably wouldn't understand anything of it anyway, and there was something relaxing about watching Sherlocks incredible blue eyes flowing from a sample under the microscope to words in a big science or chemistry book and back. Mrs. Hudson swirled around him trying to sort our controlled chaos humming a classical song, when suddenly the living room door opened and a man of 5ft 8 stepped in.
"I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes!" he said in a way that had something offical about it, even though he didn't look the part in his plaid shirt, the jeans, brown sneakers and the black parka.
"I am Sherlock Holmes!" Sherlock said, getting up and over to me, standing halfway between me and the stranger whose life he'd already x-rayed with one look.
Mrs. Hudson followed Sherlock in curiosity but still remained in the background of the scene. "How did you get in here?" she asked but her question wasn't answered by any of the paticipants of this strange party.
"I need you to come with me, Mr. Holmes!" the blonde man said.
Sherlock just smiled at him like he'd made a joke. "Oh really? And why, if I may ask?"
"I don't know! I just follow my orders." Like he'd given himself a reminder, the man straightened his back.
"Which you question lately, right? So why do I need to follow a order you're unsure about and come with you... soldier?!" Sherlock took a step towards him. I peeled myself out of my blanket but still stayed in my seat.
The air was stretched to breaking point until it was teared apart by bullets flying through the living room of 221B Baker Street seconds later.
Sherlock pulled me on the ground and threw himself in front of Mrs. Hudson, pulling her down too, in one step.
The stranger kneeled down and seeked for safety under the radar of flying metal.
"Is there any other way out of here than the front door?"
"Bedroom window! Quick!" Sherlock said, scanning the scene behind my back, then crawling behind Mrs. Hudson to the back of the flat.
The shooting stopped as soon as we reached the bedroom.
"They're gonna come up and checkif we're dead!" Sherlock said and opened the window to his right. The soldier nodded and backed up the door.
"We need to jump down here! There's a little roof unter this window, it's about 4ft, so not high enough to be badly injured."
"You want us to jump out of a window?!" Mrs. Hudson said insecure.
"Yes! On the roof, then on the bins, then run into the alley behind Mrs. Clarksons house as quickly as you can!" With this words he jumped out of the window.
"Now you!" The soldier said.
"It's gonna be alright!" I said to Mrs. Hudson, then followed Sherlock who caught me. We exchanged a quick intense look and because I've known Sherlock for a while now, I saw how worried he was. I squezzed his arm gently before we let go of each other and helped Mrs. Hudson. If I had known that this would be the last of an unknown time I've been this close to him, I would've put more in it and yet it was enough, there's no such thing as a perfect Goodbye, even if you're aware of it.
Us four ran through the alley to the street and stopped the next cab we could find. If you want to disappear in the streets of London it's the best choice of car.
"Where are we going?" the soldier asked Sherlock after he told the driver the adress.
I too had a lot of questions running through my mind but I was busy with finding my normal heart rate and catching my breath. I coughed and coughed, wondering where I got the air from to do so.
"You alright?" Sherlock asked me and Mrs.Hudson who sat next to me. We both nodded and Mrs. Hudson took my hand.
"Ok. So now to you!" Sherlock grabbed the soldiers coat by his neck and all kindness was gone. "Who are you and what do you want?! You wanted me to come with you! Where to? And why did your friends shot down my living room?"
"I.." he tried to let go of Sherlocks grip. "I don't know who did this! I work for your brother! I was told to take you with me for safety!"
"Well, that worked out well, did it?!" Sherlocks choice of time for sass was unbelievable.
"Listen!" the soldier pushed Sherlocks hands away.
"I was told to get you and bring you to a safe house in Loughton, that's all."
Sherlock looked to us, then leaned back.
"Okay, fine, but we're not going to that safe house, we'll visit my big brother, Mr.?"
"Watson. John Watson."