A/N: The very first line of this short story was a prompt given to me by a Tumblr user, and I decided that it fit really well here. I hope you like it.
I wake up immediately to a loud knock at my front door. It's 1:30 in the night. What the heck could they want?
Being the cautious person I am I slowly rise from my bed as not to wake my sleeping fiance. I'm not entirely sure how she slept through the merciless banging, but one way or another she did. I glance at her before gingerly sliding open the drawer to my nightstand. It squeals. I stop, hold my breath, and listen to the night for any other noises. I hear nothing and finish pulling on the handle.
In the dark everything is simply outlines but as the seconds tick away my eyes adjust and I can make out the outline of the shotgun that I keep in the bottom of the drawer. I pick it up, hold it steadily in my dominant hand, and ready it to shoot. Then I creep out of the room.
Moving quietly down the staircase is a bigger ordeal than it probably should be. Each shift in my weight causes the wood to let out an awful moan. As I reach the bottom step I make a mental memo in my groggy mind to look into having that fixed as soon as possible.
The time that I spent on cases should have taught me not to make any foolish mistakes, and now, as I pass a darkened doorway I realize just how much I didn't pay attention. I'm being grabbed harshly from behind and dragged into the living room.
In my shock I squeeze the trigger of my gun and fire a bullet into the blackness. I can't see where it goes but I can hear glass shatter.
"John?" Mary calls in alarm from the bedroom. The gunfire must have awoken her. "John, what's going on?"
A light flicks on, causing me to squint in the brightness.
"Dear God, you must be more careful with your firearms. You could kill someone."
The deep, smooth, familiar tone makes my heart race. I can feel myself beginning to shake and my palms sweat. I blink a few times to fix my vision so I can see the face before me.
"Sher-sherlock?" I stutter.
The tall, curly haired detective stands before me. A crooked smile spread across his lips before they move to form the words, "Hello, John."
A/N: Thanks for the read! I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please review. If not, review anyway and tell me what I could have done to make it better. I'm a big girl. I can take some constructive criticism.