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sherlockbbc_fic ([personal profile] sherlockbbc_fic) wrote2013-02-10 06:51 pm

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Trust Issues (Attempt 4)

[identity profile] kisaray.livejournal.com 2013-12-24 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Again a night crime scene, this one in a college quad and not technically the scene of a crime. Not yet. A scared looking man had John by the neck, shouting and waving John's gun around as he backed the two of them up. John was looking concerned and, proof that he'd spent ok much time around Sherlock, distinctly unamused.

Behind him Sherlock could here Lestrade issuing quiet orders, running through his options that would get John out of there safely. Though he'd never say it in police hearing Lestrade was damn good at his job. If a detective could save John, Sherlock would trust Lestrade. Not that Sherlock would let anyone else save John unless he had to.

"Sherlock, I need you to give me that gun."

In the initial scuffle the suspect had been relieved of his gun, prompting him to steal John's upon discovery. At least he didn't have both. Not that the idiot could wield both - injury to his off arm made aim impossible, gripping John difficult at best. But John, ever patient and concerned for others, was playing weak to keep the suspect from opening fire on the small crowd that had him cornered.

"Sherlock?"

"I've got this."

It had been several weeks since the traffic incident and he was starting to think he was losing his nerve. But he wasn't in the habit of abandoning experiments. Sherlock had been a good aim before Johna nod the so ladies had taken him to the shooting range a few times to test said aim himself. At the time Sherlock had thought it amusing (Mycroft termed it "quaint") but cooperated all the same. Now it meant that John knew, first hand, what Sherlock was capable of. Knew that Sherlock did not miss such obvious targets. The suspect hadn't even hidden behind John. It would be so simple to hit him.

Sherlock aimed, being anything but subtle. John's eyes widened.

Lestrade's voice rang out almost as the shot did. The suspect shouted and released John, bolting for one of the exits band straight into Donovan's icy anger. John had collapsed where he was, hand grabbing for the red spreading across the stripped jumper.

"Sherlock!" Lestrade grabbed the gun from the consulting detective's limp grasp. His eyes were hard. "Call an ambulance. Now!"

Sherlock did.

Re: Trust Issues (Attempt 4)

(Anonymous) 2013-12-24 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
EEEK!

Re: Trust Issues (Attempt 4)

[identity profile] kisaray.livejournal.com 2013-12-25 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
I'd apologize, profusely, for the disturbing number of errors in this one. I hate typing on an iPad.