Sherlock Holmes Christmas Drabble

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Run. Duck. Jump. Roll. Keep running.

This was the chant that echoed through the mind of Sherlock Holmes on Christmas night.

Even on the holiday, the streets of London were packed with people doing who knows what.

Get back to Baker Street.

This was all he knew. He turned his head for a split second to make sure she was still by his side.

Her face red from the cold and from running, Irene Adler still looked beautiful with the snow glittering in her hair.

A gunshot. Not too far. Keep running.

Just then, his calculated gaze caught a narrow alley. He didn't think as he grabbed her arm and veered left down the alley.

Together they pushed a crate to cover the entrance.

"Where are we?" she asked, still out of breath.

But something else had caught Holmes' eye.

Smiling, he pulled Irene toward himself and kissed her just as she noticed the mistletoe.

Their pursuer knocked the crate out of the way.

She shot him without breaking the kiss.