Hit & Run ✮ Sherlock X Reader

He slid the dossier across the desk.

Sherlock opened it and examined its contents. Inside there was a mugshot of a woman with (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, gleaming (Y/E/C) eyes and a smirk on her lips.

"Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Lestrade told Sherlock. "She was a prisoner at Bronzefield."

"Was?" Sherlock inquired, cocking a brow.

Lestrade inhaled deeply and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk with his hands interlinked.

"She escaped."

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) has the majority of Europe's finest wondering how she escaped from one of the securest prisons in England.

She, of course, had help.

But now he wants payment.

(Y/L/N) agreed to scratch a few names off of this man's - rather extensive - Hitlist. Doing so whilst on the run is difficult, but (Y/N) manages.

That is, until she bumps into a certain consulting detective...

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