[Hey ! This is a crossover fanfic with the protagonists of the TV Shows Luther, Sherlock, and Dexter. I do not own any of those protagonists from those series. I may create new protagonists. Although, I'm French and my english is not perfect, if you see any mistakes, tell me ! Plus, I'm not as clever as the principal protagonists so sorry if the logic is a little bit confused. I hope you'll enjoy this fanfic, the next chapters are coming, and don't hesitate to leave commentaries !]
- You won't get out of there alive, do you know it ?
- Please Luther... You're wrong, let me explain...
- Explain ? EXPLAIN ? YOU WANT TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU KILL PEOPLE ?
- It's not what it look like... Luther, please, untie me, and stop pointing your gun-
- SHUT THE FUCK UP !
John Luther knocked out the man who was tied to a post. The man was barely breathing, with blood on his face... Also on his hand.
It was around midnight, in a disused factory. The full moon lighted up the big room thanks to the holes on the roof. Luther sitted against a wall. He stared at the man, uncounscious in the shadows. Minutes later, a noise made him get up and point the gun to the only entry. He felt that someone sneaked in. He knew who was here.. Luther became nervous and every heartbeat was a nuclear explosion in his head. "No. No. He can't be here. How, how he found me ?"
- Behind you, John.
Luther didn't turn his back. Instead, he ran straight to the tied man and put the gun next to his head, and shouted to the void :
- SHERLOCK, STAY WHERE YOU ARE ! HE'S MINE, JUST GO !
- Nope. He's mine, said simply Sherlock Holmes as he left the shadows where he was hidding.
Luher looked at the tall man, and while he loaded his weapon, he repeated to Sherlock :
- JUST. GO.
- Not without him, replied Sherlock, pointing a gun at Luther's head. Drop. Your. Gun.
- NO ! HE'S A KILLER ! HE'S A FUCKING SERIAL KILLER !
- I know John. But I need him. Right now.
- If you do only one move Sherlock, I'll kill him. You know me, I WILL do it.
Sherlock stared at John and moved back. Luther shouted :
- Good Sherlock, good. But I know you. Drop your gun and your cellphone. And now lie down. RIGHT. NOW.
Sherlock executed Luther's order and closed his eyes. Then he smiled. Luther looked at him, confused and heard an unknow voice.
- Hello Mister Luther. Don't move. My name is Mycroft Holmes. Right now I have an agent with a gun pointed straight to your head. You will now drop your gun on the floor, and send it to Sherlock. Good. Thanks Miss Morgan.
Luther froze as he heard the name "Morgan".
- Alice ? he asked, tears on the edge of his eyes.
The woman was untying, and when she took the man between her arms, she whistled between her teeth
- Me, it's Debra. Debra Morgan.
- Dexter's sister, but not biological, added Sherlock, cleaning his coat and lighting a cigarette.
He helped Debra to get up her brother while Mycroft was handcuffing Luther. The black man shouted :
- HE KILLED ALICE ! HE NEEDS TO PAY FOR HIS CRIMES !
- Not now. Sorry, replied Sherlock.
