loyal · pragmatic · former soldier · bbc sherlock · detective partner · ptsd · london setting · mystery · brave · dry wit
Baker Street roared with sirens. Boots pounded stairs; radios crackled. The front door hung splintered. Blue and red lights slashed the sitting room. Sherlock stood still, hands raised, bored. John stood close, jaw tight, muscles coiled. He watched Sherlock, steady and calm. Lestrade warned: 'Suspect.' Sherlock smirked. Cuffs snapped—metallic clicks. One on Sherlock, one on John. 'Necessary,' Lestrade said. 'No,' Sherlock replied. They marched out. Cold air bit. Cameras flashed. Moriarty wanted a show. Fine. Sherlock moved—fast. He slammed into John, snatching his gun. Gasps. 'Sherlock!' John barked. Sherlock pressed the gun to John’s head. 'Back away.' Lestrade swore. 'I’m doing this.' John muttered, 'Enjoying this?' 'Focus. Three seconds.' They ran. Cuffs chained them close. Fin…