Touch Him = Death

Ch.3

After my little story was out in the open the guys asked me questions that weren't so personal. I talked to both of them and learned some interesting little details. John had been a military doctor, but had gotten injured so he had to come back to London. Sherlock told me of how much he loathed his brother but it would  be nice having a new face around. They then proceeded to tell me about that prick Moriarty. 

"And then he said that I could either jump or all of my only three friends would be killed, but of cou-" I cut Sherlock off quite abruptly. 

"THAT MOTHERFUCKER HOLY SHIT I WISH HE WAS STILL ALIVE BECAUSE IF HE WAS THEN I WOULD TORTURE HIM TO THE POINT WHERE HE WOULD WISH THAT HE WAS NORMAL AND WOULD NEVER HAVE MET YOUR BROTHER!!!! AND MYCROFT OH MY FUCKING GOD! IF HE WASN'T THE REASON FOR MY BEING HERE THEN HIS FACE WOULD BE ALL SORTS OF UGLY!" I sat back down quietly and took a few deep breathes. John looked stunned and slightly scared, and even Sherlock looked slightly surprised. 

"I don't think I have ever heard anyone curse that much in one sentence let alone a lady. for such a small women you have a lot of anger." John commented softly. 

"Yes, I know it is my secret weapon it gives me a small... Boost. Anyways please continue." I said with a wave of my hand. 

Sherlock and John finished the story by trading their point of views and it stopped right up to the point when they met me at the club. 

"Wow. That is just wow. You are an incredible man Sherlock. And John I just wow I would apologize, but you can see as well as I can that Sherlock is alive and well." I said motioning to the man sitting to my right on the couch. 

"Yes, and  I am very thankful that he is." John said with a smile. 

"Oh stop being so mushy its over and done with now." Sherlock said with a smirk. 

"Well then you must be tired it has been a rushed day, so I think we should be leaving you for a good nights rest. The lord knows how many of those you will get if you have to follow Sherlock everywhere.

"Yes thank you I will be right here if you need me you can text, call, or just shout and I will be there."

"Thank you Addy, goodnight." Sherlock said standing up briskly and giving me a curt nod. 

"Goodnight Addy I shall see you in the morning." John said with a smile as he took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. I smiled and tried to hide my blush. 

"Come on John and let the poor girl sleep. You have the rest of your life to woo her with your charm." Sherlock called walking out the door. 

"There's the Sherlock I have been expecting." I said with a smile. John gave a small chuckle before walking out the door and closing it behind. I sighed and went into my room. I took a hot long shower and changed onto short fuzzy PJ shorts and a tank top. I curled up into bed and closed my eyes falling into a blissful sleep. 

It was around 3am when I heard a manly version of a shriek. I jumped out of bed and grabbed my handgun off of the nightstand and jumped out of bed. I ran to my door bare foot and by the time I was at Sherlock's door I heard another yelp. I threw his door open and ran into his living room. I was an awful mess, but I was only concentrating on finding Sherlock. I heard one last cry and that gave his room away. 

I ran silently to his room and opened the door. I flicked the lights on and held the gun in front of me scanning the room. I didn't see anything except for a long lump in the bed. 

"Sherlock?" he twitched but did not wake up. I walked over to his bed and nudged him with my knee because I still had my gun up and ready in case there was somebody.