Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 42: Shooter

Hey guys! This is going to be two parts, one of Sherlock getting shot and the other of Sherlock in his mind palace. I'm going to change the entire mind palace scene because it will all be based around you obviously. Both parts are going to be quite long so I apologize for that but I'm going to do my best to make it enjoyable for your eyes :). I'll bet that last chapter was eyyyyyyyyy

Sorry about inactiveness. This chapter took AGES and school is being a bitch so yay 8th grade life (I'm about to go to high school FML).

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Sherlock POV

CAM Global News. Skyscraper. I hoped (Y/N) would come soon so I could focus on something else for a few seconds. She was a little mad at me for fake-dating Janine, and kissing Janine in front of her. I knew she was going to be steaming when I did what I was going to do next. It was going to break my heart to do it, and break hers to watch.

"Sherlock." Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. She wore a warm smile with hurt in her eyes, and John wore his normal straight face, jogging behind her. 

"(Y/N)." I whispered as she brought me into a hug. I kissed the top of her head, wanting to give her a long apology right then and there, but time was not on our side. When she pulled out, inhaled a sharp breath and snapped into detective mode. "Magnussen's private lift. It goes straight to his penthouse and office. Only he uses it... and only his key card calls the lift. Anyone else even tries, security is automatically informed." I said, nodding towards the elevator that we were several feet from. Her smile faded as she looked towards the lift. 

"Standard key card for the building. Nicked it yesterday. Only gets us as far as the canteen."

"When did you have the time to do... never mind." She trailed off, staring at the key card in my hand. 

"If I was to use this card on that lift now, what happens?"

"The alarms would go off and you'd be dragged away by security. Get taken to a small room somewhere and your head kicked in." She smirked when she said the last words, snatching the key card from my hand and looking at it closely.

"Do we really need so much color?"

"It passes the time." She remarked smugly, turning the card over and over again in her hands. "If you press a key card against your mobile phone for long enough, it corrupts the magnetic strip. The card stops working. It's a common problem – never put your key card with your phone." She said, taking out her phone with the other hand and wiggling it around, pressing the phone to the card. "If you use the card now, it doesn't read as the wrong card now. It registers as corrupted. But if it's corrupted, how do they know it's not Magnussen? Would they risk dragging him off?" 

John's mouth was unhinged a bit, looking towards (Y/N), then me, then back at her. "Christ there's two of them."

"John I've been living with you for several years now you should be used to this by now. Answer the question."

"Probably not." He replied, sighing. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop staring at her. She was such a genius, I've never loved anyone more. 

"Exactly. So what do they do? What do they have to do?"

"Check if it's him or not." John said, still not getting over the fact that once she was in detective mode, she was just like me. Quite possibly even better than me.

"There's a camera at eye height to the right of the door." I chimed in, taking the key card from her hand and turning towards life. "A live picture of the card user is relayed directly to Magnussen's personal staff in his office – the only people trusted to make a positive ID... at this hour, almost certainly his PA."