Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 8: The Pool

Sherlock's POV

I arrived at the pool at midnight, my shoes echoing as they clicked against the floor. I walk slowly towards the shallow end. I hold out the memory stick. "I brought you a little getting to know present! Oh, that's what it's all been for hasn't it? All your little puzzles; making me dance - all to distract me from this!" I turn around in a slow circle, hearing the door open behind me. I look over my shoulder and see John in a puffy coat.
"Evening." He says, "This is a turn-up, isn't it, Sherlock?"
"John. What the hell...?" I said, shocked. Thousands of thoughts began to rush in my head. I thought he was my friend. Was he the one betraying me? Making me dance this whole time?
"Bet you never saw this coming." I begin to slowly move towards him, shuddering in my steps a little bit. "What... would you like me... to make him say... next?" He said, opening his arms to reveal the bombs strapped around his chest. I look around, stopping in my tracks. "Gottle o' geer... gottle o' geer... gottle o' gear."
"Stop it." I whisper.
"Nice touch... this: the pool where little Carl died. I stopped him." He tries not to cringe as he utters the last words. "I can stop John Watson to." He looked down at the red dot on his chest. "Stop his heart."
"Who are you?" At the far end of the pool a door opens, startling me.
"I gave you my number..." A high Irish voice rang out. "I thought you might call." I turn towards him, and see... no.
"(Y/N)?" I ask, unable to believe it. She has a bruised eye and duct tape around her mouth, her arms tied behind her back.
"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket? Or are you just pleased like me?" I couldn't stop staring at (Y/N). I pulled the pistol out of my pocket, aiming at Jim.
"Both." I said, my voice almost cracking at the end.
"Jim Moriarty. Hi!" He said almost sing-songly.
"Let (Y/N) go, she has nothing to do with this."
"She had something to do with this." He said maniacally, motioning towards himself. He started to walk towards her. Anger flared up in my chest. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?" He said, licking her cheek. She moved back in disgust, and Jim slapped her. "I've given you a glimpse Sherlock, just a teensy glimpse of what I've got going out there in the big bad world. I'm a specialist you see... like you!"
He let go of (Y/N) and started to walk towards me.
"Consulting Criminal... brilliant."
"Isn't it? No-one ever gets to me - and no-one ever will."
"I did." I said, cocking the gun, hand trembling a little. I catch a glimpse at (Y/N) who has tears streaming down her face. She shakes her head, and I look at her in shock.
"You've come the closest. Now you're in my way..."
"Thank you." I said calmly, placing my other hand below the butt of the gun.
"I didn't mean it as a compliment."
"Yes you did."
"Yeah okay, I did. But the flirting's over Sherlock." His voice became high pitched and sing-song. "Daddy's had enough now!" He came closer to me, and I saw (Y/N) shift but she didn't move. "So... take this as a friendly warning, my dear. Back off. Although I have loved this – this little game of ours. Playing Jim from I.T. Playing gay. Did you like the little touch with the underwear?"
"People have died." I said, nearly cutting him off.
"That's what people DO!" He said, screaming the last word furiously, his personality changing almost instantly. (Y/N) cringed in fear, taking another step forwards.
"Take it." I said.
"Huh? Oh! That! The missile plans!" He said, grabbing the stick. "Boring!" He said, tossing it into the pool. My eyes widened. "I could've gotten them anywhere."
Suddenly, John launched at him and put him into a choke hold. "Sherlock, run!" But Jim, seeming unphased, simply laughed in delight.
"Good! Very good!"
"If your sniper pulls that trigger, Mr. Moriarty, then we both go up." He snarled, looking at me in horror suddenly. A red laser dot positioned itself on my forehead. (Y/N) screamed in horror as John took his hands off of him and backed away. He started to walk away, towards (Y/N).
"D'you know what happens if you don't leave me alone Sherlock? To you?"
"Oh let me guess: I get killed."
"Kill you? N-no, don't be obvious. I mean, I'm gonna kill you anyway some day. I don't wanna rush it, though. I'm saving it up for something special. No-no-no-no-no. If you don't stop prying, I'll burn you." He said, running his eyes up and down my body. "I'll burn the heart out of you." He snarls at the word 'heart' instantly becoming vicious.
"I've been reliably informed that I don't have one."
"But we both know that's not quite true." He smirked, motioning towards (Y/N) when he got to her. "Well, I'd better be off. So nice to have had a proper chat." He grabs (Y/N) but the arm and shoves her to the ground. She grunts, hitting her head on the floor. "Ciao... Sherlock Holmes." When the door closed I rushed towards (Y/N)'s side. She looked up at me with horror in her eyes.
"All right?" I asked John, still looking at (Y/N).
"Yeah... I'm fine." He said, sliding the vest to the other side of the pool. I ripped the tape off of (Y/N)'s mouth, showing a bloody lip. I untied her as she fell into my arms. She sobbed as John leaned against the pillar, catching his breath.
I cupped my hands on her cheeks, stroking her eye. "He will pay for this." I said, voice breaking at the end. "I- I'm so sorry (Y/N)."
She put her hands on mine. "It's okay, Sherlock. It's ok." She brung her thumb up to my eye to stroke away a tear. "I'm fine. Are you ok?"
"Me?" I said, almost too quickly, scratching the back of my head with the gun. I stood up and started pacing around the room. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. Fine."
(Y/N) crawled over to John, placing her hand on his shoulder, whispering 'breath' to him over and over. I continued to pace around the pool, trying my best not to show my shock. "That - er... thing, that you, er, that you did - that... um... you offered to do... that was, um... good."
(Y/N) sighed, resting her head on John's shoulder.
"I'm glad no one saw that." She said.
"Hmm?" I asked, scratching my head with the gun.
"You, stroking my cheek and untying me from a rope... people might talk." I relaxed a little, smiling at (Y/N)'s sense of Humor. At least she could still keep that after something devastating.
"People do little else." She laughed, relieving the darkness and tension in the air. John snorted, putting his arm around (Y/N), who was trembling only a little bit. She started to relax as she put her head back, but I stared at her in horror as a red dot flashed over her chest.
"Shit." John muttered to himself as one flashed over his own.
"Sorry boys!" His horrible voice rang out another time as a door from the far end of the pool opened. "I'm soooooooo changeable!"
(Y/N) looks at me in disbelief as I kept my back turned to Jim. John squeezed her hand as she tried her hardest not to sob. "It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness. You can't be allowed to continue, you just can't. I would try to convince you but... everything I have to say has already crossed your mind." I turned to John and (Y/N), trying to show no emotion other than in my eyes. (Y/N) nodded at me, giving permission to do whatever deems necessary.
"Probably my answer has crossed yours." I said, turning towards Jim, aiming the gun at the vest. I heard (Y/N) whimper behind me, making Jim smirk. I gazed into his eyes, my eyes narrowing, proving I mean business.