Sherlock Imagines [ Book 2 ]

The Spy's Hero [ M.H. ]

Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Mycroft x Reader

Warnings: Violence

requested by Emilynappi

"Stop being such a stubborn arse!"

"Agent (L/n) Please, I'm doing you a favor –"

"Oh I'm Agent (L/N) now?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes. Mycroft always insisted on using your first name, claiming he liked it better.

"If you would listen to my reasons you would understand why I said no." Mycroft looked up from his stack of paperwork finally, he was seated as his desk, twirling a pen in between his fingertips. "It's incredibly dangerous and there is a huge risk."

"And what exactly are you risking?" You fired, you were highly trained and the top of his agents, he had no reason to hold you back.

"Your life." Mycroft placed his pen down on the desk, his eyes meeting yours.

"Sherlock and John are in trouble, I am not going to sit here and do nothing about it!" You leaned forward, slamming your hands on to the desk, causing his cup of tea to quake.

"I SAID NO!" Mycroft growled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You had to admit this caught you off guard, he had never yelled at you before either.

"Try and stop me." You whirled around, storming out of his office.

"(Your Name)!" He called out, but was cut off by the slamming of his office door.

You were going to get your friends back if it was the last thing you do.

***

You slowly crept along the wall, the sharp bits of concrete pressing into your back as you reached for your pistol. You clicked the safety before slipping through a door, leading to an abandoned room. The floor had long cracks running in it all throughout, a thin layer of ash and dust covered every surface. There in the center of the room two chairs sat, chained together. A familiar curly haired detective and a sandy blonde haired doctor had their wrists stuck together, a chain holding them. You did notice, however, Sherlock nervously intertwined their fingers.

You slowly approached, the detective's crystal gaze flickered over to you for a fraction of a second. You gave a small nod and he looked straight ahead. "Oh Sherlock, will you ever learn to not waltz right into my trap?"

Moriarty's voice rang out, but the madman himself was no where to be seen.

"I'm afraid this is only the first piece of the puzzle, so sadly Moran and I will not see the glorious look on your face when we kill your bestfriend."

Your eyebrows furrowed, Moriarty knew John was more than a friend so who was he-

You soon found your answer as you felt the color drain from your face, an arm was suddenly wrapped around your neck tightly.

*

Mycroft watched through the screen, he knew she wouldn't listen so of course he'd prepared backup. He sat in the van monitoring the entire mission, she leaned forward and flipped the man over, another one ran at her as her elbow collided with his neck. She took the agents as fast as Moriarty could throw them at her, mycroft paled when he saw a man come up behind her, grabbing her wrists. Another stepped forward and pressed a gun to her forehead. "Somebody get in there now!" He shouted into his mic, only for an agent to reply back with unsettling news. "Sir backup won't arrive for another three minutes. Moriarty has our other agents captive."

"She doesn't have three minutes." He snapped.

"I'm sorry sir there's nothing we can d-"

Mycroft slammed his fist on the button, ending the call.

He tapped his fingers as he stared at the screen, his eyes floating over to the pistol on the counter.

*

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the cool metal press into your forehead. "Any last words?" The man asked, a maniac grin on his face. He clicked the safety and your closed your eyes, preparing for it all to end. Sherlock yelled somewhere off in the distance as you heard a gunshot. You frowned when you felt no pain, opening your eyes to find the man that had been ready to kill you seconds ago on the ground, dead. Behind him stood the one and only Mycroft Holmes, pistol in hand. You stood and kicked the man holding your wrists in the shin, hearing a satisfying crack as you flipped him over, his head colliding with the concrete ground. You looked up at Mycroft who began to scold you.

"(Y/N) I told you not to-"

He never got to finish as you stepped over the two bodies and connected your lips with hiss. You chuckled as the pistol cluttered to the ground, you slowly pulled away to find Mycroft standing there eyes wide.

"Thank you Mr. Holmes." And with that you turned and walked away.

Sherlock came up behind him, rubbing his newly freed wrists. "Well that was interesting." He remarked, smirking.

"Shut up." Mycroft growled, but he couldn't keep himself from smiling.

A/N

Heyo

I was rereading my book 1 of Imagines and I was like wow That was fun why do I keep going away

So HOPEFULLY I'll keep motivation and keep writing and updating more often

IM FUCKIN OBSESSED WITH BBC's ROBIN HOOD LIKE BBC NEEDS TO STOP MAKING SUCH GOOD SHOWS THEY ARE RUINING MY LIFE

that's all for now

Love y'all

Bye bye for now