Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 50: Vivian Norbury

Again, yet another time skip. I'm really really sorry if we're moving too fast but (I'm sorry for this) this episode is bloody boring as shit until the ending, which is why there will be more of the 2nd and 3rd episode. Again, so so sorry if you don't like it. This will be a two-part chapter, one for what Sherlock does and one from your POV of what happens to Mary.

Season 4 spoilers, but I'm pretty sure nearly everyone at this point has watched S4, it's April for god's sakes.

Happy 50 chapters and 8K reads! Thanks so much, I never thought I'd get this far. xx

So so sorry for the hiatus, my writers block is high af and I don't even think this part is very good (I don't think any part is good).

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Sherlock's POV

Fancy place to meet really, an aquarium, fitting really, for her at least. She was trapped like the fish swimming in the glass walls. And (Y/N) beside me, shaking with fear, but keeping her voice strong as she told the woman about the story, the story that Mycroft used to scare me with as a child. No, not the East Wind - that was entirely unrealistic - I'm talking about the one with the merchant and the reaper.

"You are just like the merchant in the story. You thought you could outrun the inevitable. You've always been looking over your shoulder; always expecting to see the grim figure of..."

"...Death." Mary cut (Y/N) off by walking into the room, stepping beside her and looking at the woman in front of us with shock.

"Hello, Mary."

"Hey." She shot back, steadying her stance.

"John?"

"On his way." She takes a moment to look at the woman standing in front of us, analyzing her carefully. "You were Amo? You were the person on the phone that time?"

"Using AGRA as her private assassination unit." I said, staring at Vivian with a look in my eyes that promised a world of hate if she ever did anything to hurt me or Mary, or even move an inch for that matter.

"Why did you betray us?"

"Why does anyone do anything?" The grey-haired receptionist answered ruefully, giggling a bit in a childish fashion. "Well, it would be churlish to refuse. Worked very well for a few years. I bought a nice cottage in Cornwall on the back of it. But the ambassador in Tbilisi found out. I thought I'd had it." She turned her gaze to Mary, then back to me. "Then she was taken hostage in that coup. I couldn't believe my luck! That bought me a little time."

(Y/N) bares her teeth a bit at the woman, turning her foot out so she would look bigger, squinted her eyes and clenched her fists to make her look intimidating, and by god if it wasn't working. "And you thought your troubles were over." She spat, looking her up and down, analyzing and deducing her just as Mary and I were.

"I was tired of the mess of it all. I just wanted some peace, some clarity. The hostages were killed, AGRA too... or so I thought. My secret was safe. But apparently not. Just a little peace. That's all you wanted too, wasn't it? A family, home. Really, I understand." Vivian said, locking her gaze on Mary, her beady black eyes promising revenge.

"So just let me get out of here, right? Let me just walk away. I'll go forever. What d'you say?"

"After what you did?!" Mary yelled furiously, shock turning to rage; she took a step towards the woman who had her hand in her purse already.

"Mary, no!" (Y/N) yelled, reaching her hand out to catch her arm, but Vivian pulled out her pistol quickly, aiming it straight at Mary. She slowed in her step, stopping in her tracks and slowly putting her arms up.

"Okay..." She said calmly, taking a few steps back towards (Y/N), who she pushed behind her a bit. (Y/N) didn't like that very much, but Mary held a tight grip on her, trying to protect her.

"I was never a field agent. I always thought I'd be rather good." Vivian aimed her gun at the ground all the while keeping a harsh grip on it. That wasn't the only reason why her hands were shaking, though. There was so much more. This woman terrorized my best friend, and I was going to break her down piece by piece. Just like Irene. And it always works. Or so I thought.

"Can't have been easy all those years, sitting in the back keeping your mouth shut when you knew you were cleverer than most of the people in the room." Game: Start.

"I didn't do this out of jealousy!"

"No?" I asked, quirking a smile; I felt Mary and (Y/N)'s uneasy gaze boring into the sides of my head, but I had to do this. She had to get what she deserved. "Same old drudge, day in, day out, never getting out there where all the excitement was. Just back to your little flat on Wigmore Street. They've taken up the pavement outside the Post Office there. The local clay on your shoes is very distinctive. Yes, your little flat."

"How do you know?" Vivian retorted, glaring at me quickly. (Y/N) whispered for me to stop, but I elected to ignore her.

"Well, on your salary it would have to be modest and you spent all the money on that cottage, didn't you, and what are you, widowed or divorced? Wedding ring's at least thirty years old and you've moved it to another finger. That means you're sentimentally attached to it but you're not still married. I favour widowed, given the number of cats you share your life with."

Quick-fire as always, and I wasn't regretting it this time, and I wouldn't, because this wicked witch was getting what she deserved. I might get a scolding from (Y/N) later, but that was usual, I didn't think that I was going to pay a much more valuable debt after this.

"A divorcee's more likely to look for a new partner; a widow to fill the void left by her dead husband."

"Sherlock, don't." (Y/N) warned, but again - as stupid and arrogant as I am - I decided to ignore her. I never properly listen, do I?

I continued my quick fire, deducing her and breaking her down piece by piece as promised; and she stood there, agape and trembling, not out of nervousness. Out of trigger happiness. Just as I finish, Lestrade and Mycroft enter, Vivian followed their gaze towards the entrance.

(Y/N) was radiating anger and concern at the same time, her face reading different expressions than her eyes. I found that amazing about her; different emotions in different places, she could control them. 

"Well, Mrs Norbury. I must admit this is unexpected." Mycroft said, stepping in, his lips twisted in a smug smirk.

"Vivian Norbury, who outsmarted them all. All except Sherlock Holmes." I spat, my voice dripping with sarcasm. Mary took a defensive step towards her while I took my step towards her, holding out my left hand for her to hand over the gun. Unsurprisingly, she did not, and stood there in silence, still trembling. "There's no way out."

"So it seems." Why is she smiling? "You've seen right through me, Mr. Holmes." Why is she smiling? I've seen right through her. I've broken her. Does she still think she'll win? How could she possibly think that?

"It's what I do." I said, trying to keep a confident and calm composure.

"Maybe I can still surprise you." She says, before swiftly lifting her gun and aiming it straight at my chest.

"C'mon now, be sensible!" Lestrade yells, pointing a finger at him while everyone in the room shifts; the police reaching into their pockets, (Y/N) and Mary stepping forward in defense, Mycroft leaning towards who he thought was a normal secretary.

"No... don't think so."

And with those words she fired. Everything seems to stop. (Y/N)'s face slowly contorts in fear, Mary's eyes widening with fear, the men in the room pulling out their guns. And I thought to myself; it's going to be fine, I've been shot in the chest before, and I'm okay now. One more trip to the mind palace. Right?

That's what should've happened.

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So... so so so sorry for the hiatus. It's been so long. Also it's really late and I doubt any of you have waited this long and have probably all stopped reading XD

The next part has... y'know... Mary.

I hope you enjoyed the part, have a great night my lovelies xx