Sherlock's Love Interest (BBC Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Sherlock moved a step closer to her and Mrs. Hudson whimpered; the gun pressed closer against her. "Don't move."

Sherlock didn't relent. "Are you alright?" he asked her. When he got no response from her shaking or nodding her head, he took another step closer.

"I said don't move. Don't come any closer or I'll shoot her."

He looked the man up and down. He stood straight, held his gun with one hand, and he wasn't shaking. This indicated military service at some point. There was a mask covering most of his face, but there were slots cut for his eyes. He didn't want anyone to recognise him, which meant that Sabrina and Molly, possibly Mrs. Hudson as well, knew him. He had gotten into their lives one way or another, and he needed to figure out how. But if he was like any other person, he wouldn't want to hurt her after getting to know her.

"You wouldn't shoot her."

"Yeah? Try me."

Sherlock heard the door in front opening. "Sherlock? Mrs. Hudson?" John called.

"Don't call him," said the man.

"We're just having a chat," said Sherlock loudly, trying work in the safe word he had come up with before. "Go back upstairs to Mary and the others, and don't open the microwave."

There was a pause. Sherlock wondered if he remembered or not. "Okay," he said finally. "Hurry up though."

The door closed and Sherlock turned back to Mrs. Hudson. "Are you alright?"

She hesitated, but nodded slowly. Sherlock caught John's form outside the room out of the corner of his eye. "Good. Why are you threatening people?"

"How do you know it was me?"

"I had only guessed until now. Why?"

"You know already, don't you?"

He grinned. "Yes. Not easy being in a relationship with a psychopath only one breakdown away from being labeled a villain."

"Wonder if that's how Molly feels."

"Ah, but I'm not a psychopath. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Much better at parties."

Sherlock had been drawing his attention away from the doorway, so John saw his chance and dashed across.

"What does Mrs. Hudson have to do with this?" He stepped forward, knowing that this was the most pathetic case he had ever had to deal with.

"A lot actually."

John slipped in from behind and knocked the gun from his hand as he threw his arms around the guy's neck to strangle him. Sherlock calmly walked over to Mrs. Hudson and untied her. She stopped crying and wiped her eyes. "Thank you, Sherlock. I knew you'd figure it out."

They walked back to the kitchen, where Sherlock started heating the water for tea. John walked in a minute later. "He's not dead, just unconscious. Should we call the police?"

"No. Just drag him outside with a beat up face, they'll come running."

John rolled his eyes and took the man outside.

"Case closed," Sherlock smiled.

They walked back upstairs and found Molly on the phone. Her face was pale. When she opened the window and tossed the phone out, even John knew something was wrong.

"What was that?"

"Another threat on Sabrina's life. Apparently she really pissed someone off."