Sherlock Imagine-Just Friends (Book 1)

Part 5

You took the cab with John and he directed the cab driver to where Sherlock was. You bounced your leg up and down nervously as you thought about what the cabbie might do to him. The cab stopped at the college in town. You and John jumped out of the cab and automatically split up to search in different buildings. You threw open the front doors to the building on the left and began to search in every room, leaving no stone unturned. As you ran, you listened carefully for any sounds that could be coming from Sherlock or the cabbie.

You entered yet another room. As you realized no one was in there, you heard the sound of a gunshot ring through the college campus. You froze, wondering whose gun it came from and where the bullet found it's home. You drew your own gun and followed the general direction of where it came from. You entered the hallway and continued down it, taking slow steps trying to be as silent as possible to hear anything that could lead you to Sherlock.

"A name!" you heard someone scream from down the hall. You moved faster in that direction.

"Moriarty!" you heard a reply come from the room two doors away from you.

You slowly opened the door, not knowing what you would find behind it. You peered inside to find Sherlock standing above the dead cabbie, a pool of blood surrounding the taxi driver's head. You placed your gun back in it's hiding place and entered the room.

"Sherlock!" you exclaimed, relieved that he had made it out of this alive.

He looked up at you. "Y/n." he sighed with a look of fear on his face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his loosely around your waist. "I'm so glad you're alright!" you said. Then you let go and immediately slapped his arm. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!" you scolded.

He looked at you with a small smile on his face.

"What?" you asked, annoyed that he would be laughing at you after he almost lost his life and scaring you half to death.

"You. I don't see what you were so worried about. I had everything under control." he said.

You crossed your arms, letting him know that you knew he had no control. "You could have been shot!" you exclaimed.

"But I wasn't." he replied.

"Sherlock Holmes, you can't run off somewhere to put your life on the line and then hope that the odds are in your favor so you will make it out alive!"

He gently held you by your arms. "Alright. I won't do it again." he said with a smile, still enjoying your fury.

"That's not true." you replied.

He smiled delightfully, knowing that you were one of the only ones who could truly see through him.

You and Sherlock were found by the rest of Scotland Yard and were escorted outside. Paramedics had him sit on the back of the ambulance and you lingered around him. John stood outside of the caution tape. The paramedics inside of the ambulance placed an orange blanket over Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock and Lestrade began to exchanged some conversation. Then Sherlock froze and began to move toward John. You followed silently behind him.

"Did you get the powder burns out from under your fingernails?" Sherlock asked your brother.

"What?" he asked, trying to look as though he didn't shoot the cabbie.

"I don't suppose you would serve time for this but let's avoid the court case." Sherlock continued.

"Are you alright John?" you asked.

"I'm fine. Why?" he asked.

"You did just kill a man." Sherlock interjected.

"I guess that's true." he muttered. "But he wasn't a very nice man." he defended himself.

You snorted, trying to contain your laughter.

"And a bloody awful cabbie." John finished.

You and Sherlock both began to giggle.

"That's true. He was a bad cabbie. You should've seen the route he took us to get here." Sherlock mentioned.

"Stop it now. This is a crime scene we can't be seen laughing. It'll look suspicious." you warned.

"We should listen to her. We might get taken in for questioning." John added.

You took in a deep breath and let it out to speak. "I'm starving." you commented.

"I know a nice Chinese place on Baker Street." Sherlock suggested.

"That's sounds delicious." you replied.

A sleek looking black car pulled up and a tall man with balding hair emerged from inside.

"Sherlock, that's him. That's the one I was telling you about. Your arch-enemy." John said, trying not to attract the attention of him.

"I know exactly who that is." Sherlock said and went to go talk to him.

"That's his arch-enemy?" you asked John.

"Yes. He kidnapped me and offered me money to spy on Sherlock. Told me he worries about him." your brother explained.

You busted into a fit of laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked as you wiped away a tear.

"That's Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's brother." you informed him.

"Brother?" John said, shocked.

You nodded your head.

"So, he actually is concerned about Sherlock?" he asked.

"To a point. Sherlock doesn't like Mycroft getting into his business so Mycroft has to spy on him. Every once in a while he'll call me and ask how he's doing. But now that you live with him, I guess he thought he could get you to do it." you explained.

"So you know him?" he asked, still confused.

"I've known him longer than I've known Sherlock. But it's strictly business. Before he asked me to help Sherlock, he trusted me with cases that he wouldn't give to anyone else. But since then, he asks Sherlock to do it because he can get it done in about a quarter of the time that it would take me." you continued.

John nodded his head. "You're looking for a new place to live, right?"

"Yea. My flat is just getting too expensive." you replied.

Sherlock came back and joined the two of you again.

"What do you think if y/n came to live with us? There's another bedroom right next to mine that she could use." John suggested to Sherlock.

"I think that sounds like a good idea. Mrs. Hudson could always use the female companionship." he said with a smile.

"Well, I guess it's settled then. I'll move in this weekend."