Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

No Pinkies

^ OMG I found a picture of characters from Sherlock as vegetables ^

I hope I'm not the only one who died of laughter.

It's quite difficult to read their names, I really had to squint.

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Sherlock took out a gun and stood up, shooting at the source of footsteps, as more people came rushing in.

None of them had pinkies though.

I found that quite odd.

Tom, John and I looked at what he was doing in complete shock.

"What are you all doing?! Run!" Sherlock said loudly, as gunshots came firing back.

I ran to the man Sherlock had shot in the leg and took his shotgun.

John had found a hiding spot and Tom was, surprisingly, fighting off a guy and stealing his gun.

"This is crazy!" John said loudly,  after I had tossed him a gun.

"You'd rather die?" Sherlock said, as he crouched down quickly and dodged a bullet.

"No...the opposite." John said, shooting two people at once.

I stopped and admired his skill.

"Nice." I complimented him, whilst catching my breath.

"I was in the army afterall." John smiled.

After Tom had finished off the last guy with a kick we all gathered together.

"Anyone need ammo?" Tom asked.

We checked our guns and shook our heads.

"You hurt?" Sherlock asked, coming close to me and placing a hand on my back.

"Nope, I'm good." I smiled.

He smiled back, before leading the way out.

"So...were any of those guys the serial killer we were after?" Tom asked.

"No. He's not one to attempt to fight us." Sherlock said.

"Then what would he want with us?" John asked.

"He's got a thing for pinkies, which we've got, and he wants to kill us without having to confront us." I said.

"Why does he want to kill us?" Tom asked winking at me.

Sherlock groaned in annoyance.

"Because he's a serial killer." I giggled.

Tom was trying to ask stupid questions to annoy Sherlock.

"Why do serial killers kill people?" Tom asked, biting his bottom lip to hold in a smile as me and John did our very best not to laugh.

"It's not possible for humans to be this idiotic, you've got to be kidding m--" He stopped after turning around and seeing our faces.

"Relax...I'm just teasing you..." Tom laughed.

Sherlock glared at the three of us.

"Aww...come on curly fries...don't be mad!" I giggled, clinging to his arm.

He glanced at me and smirked.

"Whats with the smirk?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I think I know a way we can lure the killer out." He said.

"Tell me more." I asked, letting go of his arm and walking by his side, staring at his face with much intrigue.

"One of his men...I remember him saying that our killer was interested in you." Sherlock said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know...but I want your permission to formulate a plan that requires using you as bait." He looked at me, biting his bottom lip.

"If it will help us catch the killer, then I'm cool with it." I said.

"Y/N...if you feel uncomfortable in any way, let me know. You are more important to me than this case." He said, stopping and staring at me.

"Okay, thanks." I smiled.

He patted my head and we continued walking on.

"Where are we even going?" John asked.

"Meeting an old friend." Sherlock said.

"Care to inform us of the details, Y/N?" Tom asked with a smirk.

I took one look at Sherlock and smiled.

"Mike Stamford." I told Tom.

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