Touch Him = Death

Ch. 22

It was the day before Christmas Eve I was busying myself with wrapping presents. Sherlock was over in his flat composing music, while John was at the market. I told him he had to stay over there while I wrapped his present. Although he would probably be able to guess what I had gotten him, I was still excited and I hoped he would love it all the same. I got him a new scarf that was purple instead of purple, because I thought he looked better in purple, and his scarf was starting to get kind of ratty. I also got him a new chemistry set for his flat. It had tons of glass tubes and weird little machines, all things I didn't understand but the store guy said it was the best, and it was the most expensive, so I decided to go with it. 

My phone started to ring and I hopped up and ran to get it. 

"Hello?" 

" 'Ello Addy, I have so... news," it was Mycroft. I had become even closer with him now that I had started working for him. I think I might be one of his only friends besides Sherlock, even though he is a really big ass, I found him amusing, and Sherlock usually wouldn't let him get away with saying something to terrible.  So I could tell that the way he said 'news' something was wrong. 

"What is it Mycroft?" I asked anxiously. 

"There is a sort of situation," I heard him sigh," we need you somewhere else." 

"Wh- What?" 

"You see an issue has arisen for te prime minister, he is in serious need of the best protection, adn they found your file..."

"But... But I work for you and I am protecting Sherlock." I said sitting down and choking back tears. 

" Yes I know, but its been almost a year since you came to work for me and Sherlock, and they think that, that is long enough, considering nothing has happened." 

"So that's when they strike! When we least expect it! And.. and... And that letter! that was not nothing." 

"Yes but nothing has happened. I'm sorry Addy I really tired. I was able to keep you in London, and you will be able to stay at your flat, but... well..... you start after the new year." 

"But I-"

"Please Addy, don't make this any harder, I have tried, but this is how it must be." 

"What about Sherlock, who will be with him when I am not here?" 

"I am looking into that , I will find the very best after you, trust me." 

"Okay Mycroft." I said with a horse voice. 

"I'm sorry Addy, thank you. I will see you in two days for Christmas." He said trying to lighten the mood. 

"Yes you will, I'll see you later Mycroft." then I hung up throwing my phone down on the couch. I was so angry i wanted to punch something. I was a ball of nerves. I mean what the hell I work for Mycroft, that son of a Bitch can't just take me away from my job. But then again  I guess he can. He is the fucking Prime Minister. But god I'm so mad.  I needed to blow off some steam. 

I went to my room then to the back of my closet. I pulled a box off the back shelf. Mycroft had given this to me, it was supposed to be a uniform I guess, but I never wore it even though it looked pretty damn bad ass. I pulled out the stretchy jumpsuit like outfit. I quickly put it on and then pulled my long curls into a ponytail. It basically looked  like a black widow outfit. The belt was like a utility belt of death... or that's what I called it. a couple cans of pepper spray a pocket knife, some ultra strong floss like string, and two gun holsters. I looked hella good in it to. It was tight fitted, but very flexible. 

I grabbed my guns and put them into place. Then I put on the boots and grabbed a long coat to cover up the weird top, so it looked like I was just wearing leggings not some crazy assassin outfit. 

I told Sherlock we were going out and he got dressed. Then we waited for John. 

"Grab your gun." I said to John as he walked in the door. 

"Uh, why?" he asked confused, but grabbing his gun anyway.

"You'll see." I said vaguely, then went outside and hailed a cab. 

I gave him instructions to go to a warehouse near the slums of the city. I mad him stop a couple of blocks away. 

"You sure you want me to stop here Miss? I mean this isn't the safest place in town." The cabby asked as I handed him his fee. 

"We will be fine." I said irritably slamming the door. I was still full of anger just bubbling inside of me. 

Sherlock and John were smart enough to keep their lips shut tight and just followed me as I walked. When I finally found the right building I pulled out a key from my pocket and unlocked the door. 

"Mycroft showed me this place when we first met." I explained shuffling the boys into the warehouse quickly, and shutting the door behind me, "...said I could use it if I ever wanted a place to train." I pulled a switch near the door and the electricity flicked on. I looked around, just s I remembered. 

A trained killers dreamland, obstacle course. It looked like something you would see at a marine boot camp. But with a couple of additions. Some targets where set up. and ready for use. There was a large wooden wall with a rope, tired, monkey bar things and ropes attached to a swing that hung over a huge stunt bag. 

"Holy shit. "John breathed out. "This looks just like the thing at my boot camp." I walked over to the control center , it was like a huge computer that was used to work and change the course. complete with multiple buttons and levers and a large clock that i imagined was used to time the courses.

"Yeah, but this is better." I said getting their attention as I pulled off my coat. They both turned around and burst into a fit of giggles. 

"What in God's name are you wearing?" Sherlock asked. 

"You look like a superhero.... or villain." John said looking me up and down. 

"It's kind of attractive though." Sherlock said staring at me intensely. John stopped laughing and gave him a disgusted look. I called them over ad showed them how to work the thing. 

"Alright so start the timer when I say go." I called getting a thumbs up. I noticed speakers set up all all around the walls. And ran over to machine, when I found what  was looking for I set up my phone and The Features started blaring around the enormous room. 

I ran back to the starting point and a grin made its way to my face. I looked at Sherlock, and shouted now. The time started to tick away and I ran to the course. Several targets popped up all creepy looking guys with gun. I whipped out mine and aimed for only the heads, after I blew off every single one of their stupid card board heads, I felt a little bit better. Then i took off and quickly scrabbled over the wood wall, and daintily jumped through the tires.  I got to the ropes and quickly climbed the first one, which was the longest, then I started to swing and leap from rope to rope and I felt like Tarzan. Finally to end the show I swung off the last rope doing a flip in the air like an acrobat, the landing lightly on my feet. I felt exhausted, but much better. 

I heard clappping and looked over and John and  Sherlock.  Who were going crazy, I smiled and bowed, then walked over to them. 

"That was brilliant!" John said with an excited smile. 

"Quite lovely." Sherlock said wrapping a hand around my waist. 

"Yes well we didn't just come here, so you two could sit on your butts and watch me. Now, its your turn. "I said with a smirk.