The Shadow (on hold)

3

I stand up next to Sherlock, showing signs of boredom. The lead American points a gun at us and tells us to open the safe. I laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Why is it everyone is an idiot?" They all give me a questioning look, "your asking us which means your too thick to figure it out. It's unbelievably obvious." I notice Irene smirk.

They talk and I get out my phone. I call James, "hi love."

"Couldn't stay away from me."

"Never, I'm bored now."

"Tonight, your coming out with me."

"Oh taking control are we? That's new but I refer to be in control."

He laughs, "it's an important event."

"Oh I got the invite. I will be there, pick me up at 8 and if your late, your in trouble." He chuckles as I hang up. Everyone is looking at me. "What this is boring?"

Sherlock starts entering the code and I realise Irene has ducked. I move closer to Sherlock as he opens the safe, I duck him and I down as the bullet fires. I release him and throw a knife towards the man by Irene, it hits him the chest as I run towards the gunman.

I kick him in the stomach and bang his head onto my knee. I work fast and with power. His out in a few seconds. Sherlock and John look impressed. "Yes I am that awesome, you don't need to say it." Sherlock smiles to me slightly and laughs.

He twists the phone in his hands.

John calls from upstairs and I walk slowly upstairs. Kate is out cold. I stand back as it all happens and Irene winks to me before leaving and stealing my idea of going out a window. "She always uses my methods."

John gives me a look and I bend down next to Sherlock as John calls the police and an ambulance. I get a pillow for his head. "Hey Sherlock. Stay with me." He nods and takes my hand. I shake my head.

The police and ambulance arrive. Greg Lestrade comes up the stairs with his officers. He looks at me questioning. John says, "Amy this is....."

"Greg Lestrade, best detective at Scotland Yard. Yes I know who you are. Pleasure." We shake hands and he looks down at Sherlock.

Lestrade starts filming him and I smirk. The ambulance crew put him on a stretcher and I say, "his only been knocked out, we should just take him home." Lestrade looks at me. "Oh and I love the shirt."

I go to leave but he stops me. "Someone else said the same thing to me before."

"Who might that be?"

"A criminal."

Acting time. I tear up slightly, "you think, I- I am a criminal. I have never done anything wrong." I move over to John and hug him. He rubs my back.