Joanna Richards (A Sherlock Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - Jo POV - The Beginning To a Long Chase

Chapter 1: Joanne's POV

The handcuffs cut deep into my wrists. We're walking down a lightened corridor. A man with greying hair prods me in the back again. Ow, jeez that is starting to really hurt. He's been doing that for a while now, around every five minutes when I start walking slower a bit. Well slower than his speed. It's strange though, only leaving one man with me, after that adrenaline filled chase I gave them. They must be all out catching their breath, ha. I give myself a little chuckle at the thought. Until the man prods me in the back again.

"I think that you have done quite enough of that extremely annoying exercise now." I say smoothly and act before he has enough time to register the message. I quickly grab his gun from behind me, twisting him around and forcefully kicking him in the balls, then knocking my knee up against his head as he doubles over. I use the gun which thankfully has a silencer, to shoot open these annoying handcuffs. I hear people gathering to come upstairs on this level. I silently open the window and climb out. I glance at the man on the ground. He's still out good.

I jump off the outside of the wall that I was holding onto. Several meters before I hit the ground I do a flip and land silently on my feet.

I quickly duck into a passing tourist crowd, slipping "my" gun into my bottom coat pocket. It still annoys me how I don't have any inside pockets in my coat without it being a men's one. I laugh quietly to myself, thinking about the men that were a few floors downstairs. How they'd be searching around for me. Me just disappearing into thin air. They are so dumb. It's just really funny, these British people. All having chips together...

Oh, I miss home... It feels so far away. I migrate away from the tour group at the next intersection away from the station. I accidentally bump into a man, he is my height, dark brown hair, and he's wearing aviator sunglasses and an old blue cap.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I, um, didn't see you there. I'm really sorry," I quickly say, apologetically.

"No, it's ok. No harm done," He replies with a smile in an accent that seems a tad Irish.

We walk opposite ways, well I'm glad that's over, and it was quite awkward. I keep walking until I find a hotel. It's getting a bit darker now. I might as well... no they'll find my details on the computer. I guess I'm sleeping outside tonight. Well you can't really sleep outside that well in London. It's a bit too loud for that. All the vehicles.

I look out of the corner of my eye. Two men, a tall one in a dark trench coat and curly dark black hair and a shorter one with greying hair and a patched coat come running up behind me and my body reacts before my mind does. I'm sprinting away before they catch up and even before I notice myself. When I actually realise that I am I keep going. I have a strong feeling that those two men are chasing after me. I don't like being wanted, I mean, like being looked for. There is too much running involved. Way too much running. I hadn't liked what the police did this morning. I hadn't done anything wrong, then they chase me, back home they never did such a thing, but as soon as I travel to London they do this.

I decide that I am not liking the direction that I am running in. There seem to be a lot of dead ends in this area. Aha! A pole if coming up, here's my change to escape. 1, 2, 3! I grab onto the pole and swing around it and changing my direction to face the other way and I duck past the two men as they try to grab me. They miss, just. I stop a couple meters after. And turn around to see them catching their breath at the pole. I tricked them, ha. I then mock.

"Oh boys, are you out of breath already? I'm just getting started with you two." I then see them regaining posture, meaning they're regaining their strength, so I turn and run.