Y/N P.O.V
"I'm going to kill you." I smirked at the bastard who was currently glaring at me.
"Darling, many people have tried that. It never really works out for them." He shakily held up the gun to me.
"Now, you can give me my money and walk away with a few cuts and bruises or I can take my money and you won't be able to walk ever again."
"Go to hell!" He shouted at me and shot the gun, missing me by a long shot.
"Been there, done that, killed the devil. Now I suggest you give me my money." I flipped the knife in my hand and groaned as my phone began to ring.
I looked at the caller ID, seeing Sherlock's name.
I answered it, turning my back on the man with the gun.
He wouldn't shoot me, he's too... bleh. Boring.
"Where are you?" Sherlock's voice snapped.
"I thought you preferred to text?" I asked with as much sarcasm as possible.
"You're going to be late." He states and I raised my eyebrow.
"For what exactly?" I turned back to the man who was backed into a wall.
"John's wedding. Your dress is still here, at Baker Street." I put my finger to my lips, indicating for the man, who stole ever £2 million from me, to be quiet.
"I'm expected to attend that? I didn't get an invite." I stated plainly and Sherlock was quiet for a second.
"Neither did I." He sounded shocked and I rolled my eyes.
"Idiot, you're the best man. You don't need an invite." He took a sharp intake of breath and I took a step closer to the thief.
"You can be my plus one." This shocked me to the point I froze up entirely.
"Excuse me?" The thief was shaking in fear as I looked him up and down.
"You're my... bodyguard. I think you deserve to be my plus one?" It sounded more like a question and I sighed.
"Babysitter. Not bodyguard." I corrected, taking a second to think about it.
"I'll be back in 10 minutes." I hung up before he could reply, shoving my phone back into my pocket.
I took another few steps forward, smirking, closing in on my prey.
"P-p-please! I have a wife! 2 children!" He begged and I stopped, giving him a look of fake pity, before quickly slitting his throat and climbing onto the roof above him.
Sherlock's P.O.V
Y/N arrived back at Baker Street, but something was different.
Judging by her heavy breathing, the drip of blood on her shoe and the police sirens not too far away, I'd say she just killed someone. In fact, I know she just killed someone, because of the slight, almost microscopic, blood splatter on the collar of her shirt.
She picked up the dress and gave me a look of disgust before heading towards the bathroom.
"I hate you." She said after about 20 minutes. I looked up from my phone, to see her in a red dress that complimented her figure and her hair and makeup done to perfection.
I stood up and picked up the box from John's chair.
"No, now you hate me." I opened the box, revealing a red pair of heels. She glared at me.
"The colour matches the blood that you spilled before coming here." I didn't mean to say that out loud...
A look of surprise spread across her face.
"Let me guess... homeless network?" She asked and I raised an eyebrow as she took the heels from me.
"No. The drop of blood on your shoe and the slight blood splatter on collar the collar of your shirt. Confirmed by your lack of breath and police sirens, I'd say 3 streets away." She put the heels on and smirked at me.
"4." Mrs. Hudson walked in and gasped.
"Y/N you look amazing, Sherlock you too! You're an adorable couple!" Y/N smiled at her, it was obviously fake, and I sent her an annoyed glare.
"We are not a couple." I said and Y/N laughed.
Mrs. Hudson left after a few minutes and I turned to the girl.
"So, murder?"
"I call it revenge." I rolled my eyes.
"He stole from me and I gave him the opportunity to return the money, he refused." She sat down in John's chair.
"Nothing you should concern yourself with."
"So I was right. You worked with Moriarty." She looked at me with a smirk.
"No, not directly. We had some business, but nothing too big. We never even met." I looked at her closely and she rolled her eyes.
"So, What are you going to do? Arrest me?"
"No." I said, surprising both of us.
"It's John's wedding day. Kill someone else and I will do something about it."
So I guess she doesn't have any real connections to James Moriarty.
