Bang!
BANG
Sherlock ducked behind the nearest barrier between him and the shooter.
BANG BANG
"John?" Sherlock hissed, frantically tossing his head from side to side, seeking John out.
"I'm here" John whispered back. He was breathing deeply, something he did when he was scared.
BANG BANG BANG
All of a sudden John felt a tug at his hand. He looked up, ready to throw a punch; when he saw Sherlock's face.
BANG BANG
John felt safe as him and Sherlock snuck, hand in hand, on their tiptoes, across rooms, big and small, in the, seemingly, never ending mansion house.
BANG BANG BANG
They soon decided that hiding would be the safest option; they were outnumbered, out gunned.
BANG
They crept downstairs to the basement and found the most obscure of hiding places. It seemed as though it used to be a pantry when the kitchen downstairs operated as such. As a result it was cramped and not terribly comfortable. There was just about space for the two of them. They stood together panting. It was only until the house had fallen silent that John and Sherlock realised they were still holding hands. And it was only until the police arrived that they let go.
