Authors Note! You have been warned, there might be explicit content I'm not sure so deal with it! For now though just some cute Johnlock fluff! Please let me know what you think this is my first Fan-Fic to be gentle.
Johns POV-
The rain was coming down hard now and I was soaked to the bone. Despite my ever lasting attempt to stay warm and dry. It had at least been a week and a half since I had last slept. I knew it must be worse for Sherlock then again it was always worse for Sherlock. It was around 11 P.M when we had finally found our target. I quickly texted Lestrade to let him know our whereabouts. "Sherlock we need to think this through." I was worried. Under the street lamp we were trying to avoid it was clear that he was losing weight again and at an alarming rate. His jacket little good to conceal his stature under the weight of so much water.
The rain had been coming down in buckets for some time leaving me in a almost infinite chill. "Don't be daft John I always think things through. Did you text Lestrade?" "Yes but-" "Look there he is!" Sherlock pointed at a man in a lengthy beige coat walking out of a rather unfriendly looking pub. Our target was Zachariah Trent. A supposed loving husband and father who was mourning the brutal death of his wife and twin sons, age 7. This one had really thrown us for a loop. For almost 2 weeks we have been chasing our tails and any leads we could get. Now that the police were on our way I was looking forward to the warmth and dry comfort of home. That was until Sherlock decided to be a compulsive git.
"Sherlock where on earth are you going?" I tried to gain his attention with hushed tones but it was no use. Before my eyes Sherlock Holmes was following a cold blooded killer down an ally way. I raced after as fast as I could the weight of clothing doing little to help my situation. What I saw next was something I had hoped to never see again. Sherlock and I were now face first with the barrel of a rather intimidating looking gun. The blood shot eyes behind it weren't very pleasing to see either. "John, I do believe I made a small miscalculation." I raised my hands defensively and walked slowly forward to were Sherlock was. "Really I never would have guessed." Sherlock had told me that no matter how much rage the killings had appeared to have that the killer was a generally gentle soul. 'Boring in nature' were the words he used. My inner solider kicked in, Adrenaline high my heart was racing. Counting down seconds till Lestrade could get here. I knew Zachariah was talking but the blood was pumping so fast in my ears I couldn't hear a thing. Sherlocks lips moved as if to reply. In retort Zachariah pulled the trigger, missing Sherlock due to his shaking hands but I lost it. My old ways taking charge I sprung into action.
Sherlocks POV-
I heard the gun go off and prepared myself for the soon to come pain but it never did. He had missed. Before I could be grateful I saw probably the most terrifying thing of my life. John had leaped from his place next to me and onto the suspect. I was frozen solid. "John!" I heard myself scream Johns name in fear but it was almost like someone else. The emotions racing in my belly and mind were numbing, As John fought off the attacker I watched it all happening to fast. I saw the gun rise into the air and fall well away from everyone. I got up thinking it was over and then heard the most unbearable noise ever. John screamed. He screamed in pain and fell over as the culprit rose and ran in down the ally I quickly grabbed the gun and shot. The noise and quake shook my body but I just ran. I ran to Johns side and flipped him over. There was a knife sticking out of his side. "Oh John." I felt my wall of security and calm shatter as the blood rushed from his wound. "Sh-Sherlock I'm fine."