My savior, my angel- a Johnlock fan fiction

Chapter 5 ~ the killer

(A/N: I've never wrote a crime before, but I'll try my best. Please leave in the comments what you think of it, so I can improve my writing. Also, there is a little flashback in this chapter which I wrote in cursive, just saying to avoid confusion. :) )

John
"John we're going out!" Sherlock said while looking out the window onto the city, that was slowly falling asleep.

"We are? Have you any idea what time it is?"

"Yes of course I know the time John! There is a clock hanging next to you and it's a clear night so I can also tell the time by the stand of the moon. Then you have the building a few streets away, where the lights are still on and only turn off when it's past midnight. So yes, I know the time."

"That's not what I... never mind. Where are we going?"

"Out!" Sherlock turned around and grabbed his coat on his way to the door. He turned his collar up and walked away.

"I'm coming!" I yelled as I quickly tried to tie my shoes. I grabbed my coat and followed Sherlock.

As I steppes outside the cold, biting wind hit me and made me shiver.

"Come on John!" I heard Sherlock yelling from the end of the street. I pulled my coat up a bit and started walking.

"Where the hell are we going, Sherlock?!" But he didn't answer my question and just walked away.

"Sherlock!" He stopped and turned around, walking back to me.

He moved his face close to mine and said, in a low voice:
"It's time to catch a killer!" My heart skipped a beat and started to beat twice as fast as it's normal pace. He then grabbed my wrist and started running, dragging me along. I felt a tingling going through my arm, not because he hold me that tight, but just because he touched me. Stop it. I said to myself. He's married to his job, remember, you'll never stand a chance.

"What did you say, John?" Sherlock said as he turned around.

"Nothing, nothing. Just that it's rather... cold..." sherlock agreed and we ran further, his hand still wrapped around my wrist.

"Awww, come on, John. I'm sure you'll love it!" Mary said, making puppy eyes.

"But it's raining outside and very cold" I argued.

"Those few drops? You can't call that rain. Are you made of sugar or something?" She smiled, but then I saw the smile slowly turn into a grin and there appeared little lights in her eyes as if she was about to do something that I probably wouldn't like.

"Oh no, what are you gonna-" but I was cut off because Mary grabbed my wrist and dragged me along.

"John, are you alright?" I heard a voice say. But it was muffled as if the person was speaking from behind the glass.

"John? John!" The voice slowly started to sound clearer and I recognized it as Sherlocks.

"Yeah, yeah, fine.." I said. I then saw that we stopped running and that he was still holding my wrist. I pulled my hand back and he had to let go. I grabbed my wrist with my other hand and just tried to look casual. I saw an emotion cross Sherlocks face, but it was already gone before I could see it clearly. It looked like sadness, maybe even hurt. I than saw him glance at my wrist, which I was holding myself now, and looking up again.