A/N: Okay so my first fanfic for Sherlock so please don't be mean and judgemental as it's my first try. This story is also on Wattpad, so check it out.
The Assassin
"Miss Swansea, the president of Russia requires your help, should I tell him we're on our way" asked the secretary.
"I guess we could go to him now, as we are on the jet and I have nothing else to do," a tall white women with cheekbones replied. Her dark waist length hair was pulled up in a ponytail. The purple and pink hair streaks were dangling down her face. Her heterochromia blue-green eyes were deducing the case file. "It's not that important but I'll take it."
"The pilot estimates that we should be in Russia in two hours "the secretary known as Roxanne said sitting across from Valetina.
"Soooo…When did he propose?"
"Roxy I have no idea what you're talking about. The spy lied. "What would make you think I was engaged?"
"Yeah…right then what's that ring doing on your left hand. It's new and expensive. You would never buy a £3000 ring; you'd rather spend the money of something else."
"You have great deduction skills why aren't you a spy? Peter proposed a week ago…it was romantic and sweet" Valetina murderers don't have these types of emotions. Your fiancée always said it was one of your few weaknesses.She thought to herself sternly.
"I like being safe and behind the lines, you know I hate violence and…." The secretary was cut short by the sound of a gunshot. Valetina jumped into action, she couldn't see the shooter but heard a second shot being fired, as she jumped to the left, the bullet narrowly missed hitting her shoulder. She grabbed her gun from her belt and waited for the next gunshot. None came. One of her body guards was lying on the floor, clutching his chest. He had been hit.
"Cody can you hear me, who did this?" Valetina held up his head.
"The gun…was…pointed at you I had…to keep you a….live. I'm sorry" he replied with his final breath. Roxanne knelt down beside him and checked pulse. He didn't have one.
"Valetina? This was the second attempt of your life this week. By the end of the month you'll be should we do" the African American asked her deep green eyes full of sympathy for the assassin.
"Tell the pilot to change course. I know a man who can help us." The dark haired women smiled.
Valetina stood up and patted Roxy on the back. "There's nothing we can do for him now, Roxanne he knew the dangers of the job"
"Of course Val, I will tell the pilot now, to change course to-" the African American hadn't realised she had not been told of where they were going.
Valentina also seemed to realise that she had not told her best friend the new destination. "England. London. 221b Baker's street. Roxy smiled and went to give new instructions to the pilot.
The detective
"John you are not calling your daughter that" Sherlock said outside of his apartment.
"What's wrong with Molly Watson?"
"It's too simple and another thing…" Sherlock's eyes caught sight of a dark car coming towards him, the car plait was private.
"Sherlock what are you looking at?" but before Sherlock could answer, a women with black hair, dressed in a black cat suit stepped out of the car in front of the detective.
"Sherlock, it's her, the assassin that's been on the news, you know Valentina Swansea, what does she want?" The short man beside the dark haired man gasped.
"John shut up, let me think"
"Hello Mr Holmes did you miss me?" Valetina smirked at the scared and confused look on the ex-doctors face.
"Oh my god, Valetina what the hell are you doing here?" The detective asked.
"I need your help, Sherlock and I wouldn't come here if it wasn't necessary. And you know that. I have a price upon my head. In this country and every other county I have-" she searched for the correct word to describe what she did. Finally she said "I have helped with their little problems."
John eyed the African-American standing behind the tall women. He scowled "I bet this is your body guard in case someone tries to avenge a death you caused."
"No. I'm Roxanne Matthews, I am Miss Swansea's Secretary and Translator" her posh London accent dripping with satiation.
"You're British" he asked surprised as Valetina was American.
"Not everyone hates Americans like your friend over there" she smiled amused and pointed to the dark haired man.
"Come inside and tell me everything" Said Sherlock in a surprisingly kind and friendly tone. The cold man gave the solider a stern look, quieting his remarks about helping this new and dangerous client.
Valetina and their companion walked behind the two men, Roxy leaned towards the dark haired women. "Nothing's changed. People still resent you."
"Yes, i guess my past will always haunt me, at least they don't know I was the reason Moriarty came close to killing Sherlock" she replied sadly.
"Sherlock are you crazy?" Watson hissed.
"John, I've told you before I'm a high functioning sociopath, I'm not craz-"
"Sherlock that's not what I meant. That woman-that murderer does not deserve our help, she has killed hundreds of people and you of all people want to help her. Why?"
"Maybe she didn't want to kill all those people but she had no choice unless millions would die in their place" the detective answered sharply. John Watson remained quiet for a time then said "But she's American you hate Americans. For God's sake you few one out of the window because he hurt Mrs Hudson."
"I hate Mycroft that doesn't stop me from helping him occasionally does it?"
John Watson grumbled a no and opened the apartments door, Mrs Hudson gasped.
"Good Lord, Valetina Swansea in my house. I better call the police." She began to reach for the phone but Sherlock was quicker.
"Mrs Hudson that won't be necessary, she is a client, okay. You don't need to call the police-"
"I'm un armed if that makes you more reassured" Valetina interrupted she was sick and tired of everyone being scared of her. Mrs Hudson looked at her for a long moment and then sighed "Fine. But don't come crying to me when she murders you in your sleep" she stormed away.
-The detective vs. The Assassin-
"Please Miss Swansea sit down" John offered non to willingly. As Valetina sat on the clients chair and faced the two men, behind her stood Roxy. Her only friend. Her best friend. The girl she could always rely on even when everyone was against her she was the one who stood by her through thick and thin.
"Why do you require our help? It's okay you can take your time" Sherlock said gently, John raised an eyebrow why was the cold Mr Holmes being so nice all of a sudden.
"Holmes, for the last 6 months I have had an attempt on my life and to be far I don't know why."
"Really maybe the hundreds of assassinations you did is a reason. Or maybe selling government secrets to other governments. Of course the assassin will eventually be assassinated." The doctor scoffed.
"I-I-I didn't have a choice, okay. I was an impressionable 14 year old. I could fire a gun without looking and still hit the target; my intelligence was a weapon for every country I had to kill all those people or thousands more would die in their place. You're a solider Doctor Watson, you had to make those decisions that would end one life but would save more lives."
At for the first time John could see the vulnerability of the girl siting before him. And he knew how she felt, in his army days he had to sacrifice one life to save the lives of a whole troop.
"I understand completely. I bloody well had to do it." He admitted "Continue."
"Okay, I was in Korea and I stole military information and I believe they want them back."
"Do you have the information on you or have you sold them already?" questioned the detective.
"I would never sell these military secrets, it would destroy the world if the world's governments got hold of these secrets the world would have a world war 3 and no-one wants that." She answered sadly; she looked into the distance and was only interrupted by Holmes's cough.
"Valetina where are the military secrets now" he took the spy by the shoulders and shacked her, Roxanne Matthews stepped forward ready to defend Val from Sherlock. But Valetina raised an arm, indicating Roxy that everything was okay.
Valetina Swansea smiled and replied "I would never have documents copied because they could easily be copied and stolen. No, no, no I have the military secrets in here." She tapped her head and laughed. "My mind palace the safest place for them. And I deleted all of Korea's details on this military operation. They no-longer have the dangerous details and neither does anyone else."
"But you" John Watson stated "You would have the world deadliest weapon in your head that you could use anytime to kill people."
"Dr Watson I would never use this weapon of mass destruction. It has the possibility to kill a whole country, do you think I'm a heartless monster, Mr Watson that I enjoy my job, Killing people who are threats to the innocent. Because I don't and I only do it because it protects the people I love and the thousands of innocent people in each country. I hate taking a life but I know I must, because if I don't my children and other children will grow up in a dangerous full of monsters worse than I"
"Valery, calm yourself all this stress isn't good for your nerves, remember breath in and out" Sherlock comforted, patting her hand.
"Thank you, Mr Holmes you always know how to calm me down after I get worked up."
"Of course I do, after all your my special girl."
"You'd better not be taking my pulse, evaluating if I love you or not by the dilatation of my pupils and the elevation of my pulse.
"Oh you know me to well. I'm not seeing chemistry between us."
John and Roxy had enough of this so the translator coughed "We're still in the room."
Valetina smiled embarrassed at being caught red handed. But before she did anything else she whispered into Sherlock's ear, barely audible "women is safe."
John stared confused as did Roxy. (Though she was faking because she knew the truth) "What are they muttering to each other?" he muttered to Valetina's friend. She shrugged in response.
Honestly it's like I don't know the man anymore. He's kind to his clients, not the usual cold inhuman consulting detective. John thought as he witnessed the two smiling at each other. It had been a long time since he'd seen Sherlock smile like that. She makes him happy, I wonder. Could he and she be dating? No he isn't the dating type, he's a sexual. He will be an old virgin bachelor. And her, she's an murderer hardly dating type.
But look at them. Another part of his brain said. They're happy together, no they couldn't be. I don't believe it.
A/N: I'll update next Saturday, Okay. So do you think Holmes and Swansea are dating cause I do. They're adorable the way Sherlock stands up for Valetina, even against his best friend. See you next week.
I hope to see you reviewing. Thanks for reading my first chapter.
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PrincessGeekelle
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