From hell to heaven (Sherlock fanfic)

'Welcome to the team.'

'So what's next?' I ask. I'm getting excited. Now Sherlock finally accepted me. 'Now we find the murderer.' I look at him with a surprised face. ' And how do you want to do that?' Now it's Sherlock's turn to look surprised. 'You know who I am right?'

After Sherlock did his part we went back to Baker Street. The moment John opens the door I know something's wrong. 'Wait here, there is something wrong.' I say while I quietly walk into the corridor. I walk upstairs. I take the gun from behind me that I stole when the police officers weren't paying attention. I open the door. Immediately I point the gun at someone in the room. Someone I didn't expect here.

'Grandpa, what are you doing here?' He looks at the gun in my hand. 'Maybe you can get rid of that first.' I laugh. 'Of course.' I lay the gun on the table and give him a hug. ' I'm so glad to see you again.' ' I'm happy to see you to. Where where you? I read your letter. Why?' I feel that I start to tear up. Shall I tell him? 'Well I, I uhh... well it is, well kinda complicated, you know? I just uhh... I wanted to-. All of a sudden I see John and Sherlock rush in with their guns pointing at my grandpa. 'Step away from that girl immediately. Don't try to be clever. You know who I am. It doesn't work!' Sherlock says. I've never seen him like this. Not that I know him that well. ' Eveline, come over here.' John kind of whispers. 'No. Guys it's fi-.' 'Sir step away from that girl. Don't make me ask again or I will have to shoot you.' Sherlock again. Jesus if they just let me finish. But why is he so, so protective? ' Sherlock it's fine, he's m-.' ' No it's not fine, Eveline. He's dangerous!' John screams. 'Sherlock  pulls me towards him. 'Hey! What are you doing? Let go of me!' John walks up to my grandpa and points his gun against his head. 'Stop John! No what are you doing? Put that gun down!' John looks at me. I see something in his eyes. It is gilt? What is going on here? 'John stop!' I can't believe this. 'I'm sorry Eveline. But I ha-' 'He's my grandpa!' 

And at that moment everyone is quiet. The only thing I can hear are the cars and buses outside of the apartment. Well I guess that that was a shock. 'I know.' Sherlock says. What how can he know! I just can't believe it! He knows?! Why does he know everything!?! Well okay he doesn't know everything but he knows a lot. 'What the hell!! Why didn't you tell me that you knew?! There's nothing wrong with him. He does even wants to kill a fly!' I scream. I look at my grandpa. I see something in his eyes but I can't place it. 'Guys! Leave him alone! He did nothing wrong.' Why does this always has to happen to me? Why did Sherlock save me? I didn't deserve that! 'Look just let him go! He's innocent! Believe me, he lived in the same house and if he was some sort of criminal than I would have noticed. And how did you know that it was my grandpa?' John just looks at me with gilt. Why? 'Look Eveline,' Sherlock starts 'I know it's hard to believe this but he is a criminal. The man you've been living with isn't this man. Can't you see it?This man was pretending to be your grandpa so he could get to you. When I heard you say it was your grandpa I knew something was wrong. I'm sorry to say this but your real grandpa has been murdered. I just got text from Lestrade and he said he found a body. Your grandpa.' 

The next thing that I remember is that I'm in a small old looking kitchen on a wooden chair. I see Sherlock and John sitting in more of those ugly chairs. My hair is in front of my eyes so I put my hands up so I can put it behind my ear. But I can't. My hands are cuffed. Why? What did I do. I look at Sherlock and he immediately understands what I'm thinking and starts to talking. 'After I told you your grandpa was dead and all you totally lost it. You just jumped at the man and you started hitting him. I need to say you can give some mean punches. But yeah you killed him with your bare hands and after that you shot him like ten times with a gun. Where did you get that anyway?' John looks at him with horror. 'Sherlock! Don't say it like that! She just lost her grandpa en she killed a ma-' But what he says next I can't hear. Memories of the event come flooding back. And I start crying. I couldn't hold it back anymore. Why did this have to happen to the people that I love? My grandpa didn't deserve this. He and my grandma where the only ones who kept me from killing myself sooner. My grandma! 'My grandma. Where is she? Is she okay? Please tell me she is okay!' I interrupt them while they were arguing. 'I'm okay.' I hear behind me. I can't turn around because I'm freaking handcuffed to the chair. But the voice is enough to know that it is the women who really loves me. My grandma walks to stand in front of me. She has a smile on her face but it doesn't reach her eyes. What must she be going though right now? She just lost her husband, the only person who really stayed and loved her. I tried to kill myself. She knows because of my letter. Her only child was married with a man who cheated on her. After that she started to drink heavily. And she started to use drugs and hook up with random guys. She needed to take care of herself and her husband. They were married for 54 years. what a horrible way to live. 'Why?' was the only thing she could say. I don't know what to say. What does she mean. The suicide attempt or the man I just murdered? 'I..I...I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm...I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. If I just died then this wouldn't have happend! I'm so sorry! You don't deserve this! Grandpa didn't deserve this!' I start freaking out. I can't take it anymore. And those stupid handcuffs aren't helping either. How can I get loose. I start looking around and I see Sherlock looking at me. He sees the question in my eyes and gives a slight nod. John does the same. All of a sudden Sherlock starts screaming that he saw the guy who killed two men running outside. All the police officers start to run out of the kitchen. This is my change. Sherlock gets the keys off of one of the police officers and unlocks my handcuffs. As soon as I'm loose I start running towards the door. But before I can do that my grandma grabs my arm and whispers something in my ear. 'I love you. Now go make sure your safe.' She lets go of my arm and with a last look I run out of the door. 

A/N 

So yeah. You had to wait a long time to get a new chapter. But I think that I kind of made up for it. It's pretty long. Anyway why it took so long was that I hate season 4 of Sherlock!

They planted all this possibilities for Johnlock and it just didn't happen. They told us things that couldn't be anything else. And yet it didn't happen. And people that is queerbate. And I'm angry. and Mary is dead! 

But okay this doesn't mean I'm gong to stop with writing. I think it will take a while before I post again but I'll try. 

Thank you for your patience and I hope you liked it!

XXX ISABELLA