Cross paths
Chapter 1
All I walked into was police cars in front of my apartment, I was worried for a second until I saw it… well more like smelt it, a horrid smell
The smell of death
"So now I don't even have the right to go into my own apartment" the police just had to stop me on one of my worst days.
"Sir, you can't go in.." They trailed off I gave him a quick look, I was tired frustrated I knew he was going to give me an answer. I was so not in the mood to deal with anyone and to be honest, I was a little ... High
Come on I just got out of the hospital.
"What all because you have a suspected murder and a 3-day old corps and you can't find the murder?" There was shock in the hallway, the police officer was about to open his mouth before he was stopped
"How could you possibly know that?" This office was in charge of the operation.
I really didn't feel like answering "why don't you ask the man with the coat, he seems to know as well"
We both were staring at each other, that man with the curly hair and the coat seemed to know what I was talking about.
"Sherlock, can you please tell us what's going on?" This man was different he was not a police office, must be with 'Sherlock'
"We seem to have someone who isn't like every other boring person, and may I ask why you were in the hospital?"
I didn't give Sherlock an odd look like the others
"Why don't you guess, Sherlock"
He again gives me a good look over
"Ahh, 4 cracked ribs" he gives me a little smirk
I giggle, which made Sherlock a little confused. I walked past the officers
"Not quite right Sherlock"
"How so?" I continued walking but when I got to the first step I stopped and turned
"Not 4 its 7, and they are not cracked they are broken, points for effort though"
"Come on that was an easy one too"
I could tell Sherlock was a little frustrated.
Once I got into my flat I imminently knew something was off
"You don't have to hide, I know you are here" I walk toward the window
"How?" I didn't answer this ….. despicable Human being
"Ohh no wonder you are called 'the freak'" I scoffed at the name "is that what they really call me, seems I am not the only one…."
He looked a little confused
"Well I am not pointing a gun at a defenseless person"
"I am not a freak, you had this coming"
"Ohh do I ?" I look at him with dead eyes
The man shots but with his horrible aim he didn't make a kill shot, with what little energy I had left I pinned the man down.
Blood was spilling from the wound from my abdomen, I put my free hand to try to stop the bleeding. I could hear the police coming up the stairs, they were close.
there was a knock on the door, "Are you ok in there?"
I try to catch my breath, it did hurt a little bit…
"Define ok?" I try to stay that in the most normal way possible.
They opened the door, to come into a man unconscious on the floor, and me sitting up against a wall folding the hole that has been ripped through me.
"What happened?" a police officer asked, looking at the man laying on the floor
"Nothing much …"I wince in pain " just caught you a murder"
"Let me look I am a doctor" I lifted my hand, to revile bullet wound
"Whats wrong John?" The lead officer asked. "A bullet wound to the abdomen" he grabs a cloth I had laying on the ground
"This is to stop the bleeding" he puts the cloth on my wound as a temporary thing. "I know how to treat a bullet wound John" I put my hand on the cloth, "it's not my first fight with an armed arse" John knew what I meant
"Where you hurt badly last time?" I look away, trying not to make eye contact "answer ME" I knew he wanted answers. "When you live with a bad reputation like mine you don't tend to have ….. friends" I push the cloth harder on the wound.
"You don't seem to be in much pain" John was just doing what any doctor would do, "yeah, not my first hole. You did hear me before?" John gave me a look, "yes I did hear you, but I was just wondering"
"Don't wonder John, she seems to be able to handle the pain because she already has drugs in her system" John gives a quick look at Sherlock then back at me. "When did you get out of the hospital?"
"Technically I was never in a hospital, I know someone who works there"
"I thought you said you didn't have any friends" John looked a little confused
"I don't, I just know her" I look at Sherlock "you would to Sherlock, her name is Molly"
"Molly, Molly Hopper? she was the one to give you the drugs and patch you up?"
"Well half right John, she did patch me up, but she didn't give me the drugs…. I got them myself" I look around the faces of the police officers, they were trying to find where I hid them
"It's not here" Sherlock stopped them from looking, "she doesn't need to bring them to the flat, she just goes out like every other junkie" Sherlock added, John scoffed "Yeah and you would know exactly where Wouldn't You Sherlock, you seem to know every junkie in London" Sherlock gave a look that said 'shut up' "I would"
"You don't know me, I haven't been in London long." The bleeding had slowed down
"You have come from Australia" Sherlock looked at me
"Yeah, I would have guessed that you would have known that"
I grab my chest and wince in pain, John puts his hand on my shoulder he knew something wasn't right.
"Sorry about that, guess I am not well enough to be fighting people yet…" John looked a little worried, he had only just met me and he is already worried.
Johns doctor instincts kicked in, he was asking me about my medical history which I didn't really feel like sharing. "You weren't in a hospital just about a few broken ribs were you ?" John looked at me again.
"No, but you don't really need to know what I was there for…" John was a little angry before he was going to yell at me the paramedics arrived.
"Maybe I will be able to talk to you again, but hopefully not anytime soon." Thought were my last words before the ambulance doors were shut, and the van started to drive off.
A/N
This is my first fanfiction, well the first one that I have ever had the guts to post up. comments are greatly appreciated, any sugestions on what should happen are also welcome.