Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 14: Vatican Cameos

Your POV

"...Oh, noises are important. Noises can tell you everything. For instance..." Suddenly, the smoke alarm goes off. I stare at Irene, who shifts her gaze towards the other side of the room.

I follow her gaze towards a mirror. A hidden safe. Brilliant!

"Thank you. On hearing a smoke alarm, a mother would look towards her child. Amazing how fire exposes our priorities." He nods towards me, and I walk over to the mirror, running my fingers up and down the mantelpiece. I find a small button, and as I press it, the mirror slides upwards.

"Really hope you don't have a baby in here." I said with as much sass as I could muster. I almost couldn't stand her. Her, coming in here naked, seducing Sherlock. I was almost shaking with rage, but I was trying not to show it. "John! You can turn it off now!" I called out as John takes my place at the safe. He starts to look it up and down. "I said you can turn it off!"

"Give me a second!" I hear him call out. There's a brief pause before there is a sudden gunshot. I choose to ignore it, paying close attention to the safe.

"You should always use gloves with these things," I sigh, sounding disappointed, "There is the most oil on the 3, indicating that it's the first number. It's a six-digit code, and it can't be your birthday. You were born in the 80's and the 8 is barely used..." I look over at Sherlock, who was smirking at me. I blushed a little, I didn't mean to show off.

"I'd give you the code right now... but I already have." I frown at her, so does Sherlock. "Think." All of a sudden the door bursts open, a few men come inside, one aims a pistol at Sherlock.

"Hands behind your head. On the floor, keep it still." One of them says to Irene. American accent. He's obviously here for the photographs. "You!" He yells, motioning towards me. "On the floor!" I stand still for a moment. "Do I stutter?" He said, cocking the weapon. "GET ON THE FLOOR!" He said with fury, and I dropped to my knees, putting my hands behind my head.

A man walks over to me, aiming the gun at my head. One walks in, holding John.

"Sorry, guys." John said, as he gets on the floor.

"Ms. Adler. On the floor." The leader says as one of the people shove her to the ground. She puts her hand behind her head.

"Don't you want me on the floor to?" Sherlock asks, making my face turn very red. He said that with an intensity that I couldn't describe. I smirked involuntarily.

"No, sir, I want you to open the safe."

"American." I blurt. "Why would you care?"

"Shut up, you." He aimed the pistol at my head. "The safe, open it."

"I don't know the code."

"We've been listening, she said she told you the code."

"Well, clearly you weren't. If you were listening you would see that she didn't tell him the code." John said, face full of fury.

"I'm assuming we missed something. Based on your reputation, Mr. Holmes, we're assuming you didn't."

"Oh for gods sakes! Ask her! She's the one with the code!" I said, annoyed from his stupidity.

"Yes, m'am. She also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm. I've learned not to trust this woman."

"Mr. Holmes and his girlfriend don't..." Irene says, smirking.

"Shut up! Not one more word or I'll decorate the walls with the inside of your head." Sherlock looks at him, he points the gun at my head instead of Irene's. "That won't be hardship for me." I glanced at him, but I looked down to hide my fear.