A Day at the Lake
Chapter 1
"SHERLOCK! HE'S HEADED YOUR WAY!" John bellowed, his feet pounding into the grass and mud that ringed the foggy lake. His eyes were locked on the dark green coat of their suspect. His breathing was even and paced, his army instincts from afghanistan kicking in subconsciously. Sherlock on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen. He was supposed to be hiding around the edge of the bridge to intercept the suspect.
The change in lighting as John ran under the bridge after the man made him have to blink a few times. He quite clearly saw their runner stop completely and peek up at the side of the bridge and smile. John was still running but it was a slow jog now. Any moment now Sherlock would jump the man and they would have this case all wrapped up in no time.
But that moment never came, because Sherlock wasn't where he was supposed to be. John's brain kicked into high gear automatically, a side effect of being around the famous sleuth for an extended period of time. Logic battled with his emotions as he tried to decipher what he should do next.
Logic told him that Sherlock was in danger. The runner had looked up at the edge and smiled, meaning that it wasn't just Sherlock up there. So, there was another suspect. Emotions told him that he should make sure that Sherlock is okay. Logic also told him that this had been planned. This wasn't just a coincidence that the runner knew that there would be someone there. His emotions said that he should really make sure that Sherlock was okay, not dead. The last thing that logic told him was that this was a trap, and that it would be very dangerous.
But logic couldn't understand the fact that John knew Sherlock would be up there, possibly going to be hurt, and that John would jump into any sort of dangerous situation for that man- no questions asked.
These things all ran through his head faster than even he thought possible and he stepped out from under the bridge. He looked up in a similar fashion to the runner even though he already knew what he would see.
John's eyes quickly found Sherlock's and Sherlock gave him a lopsided grin of apology. John shrugged a little as if to say it's all right. You know that I love and hate these types of situations anyways.
John knew that the man he had been chasing was now turning back and closing the distance in between them. John was momentarily puzzled, the man didn't really think that he could take John on did he? Then John saw what he hadn't saw the first time: the 9mm that was resting in the divot of Sherlock's temple.