Once again cheers for choosing my story to read out of the thousands of others, it honestly means a lot.

Will sprinted around the corner of the building into the dark alleyway. He reached deep into his mind, throwing away useless bits of information, searching for a way to make the men ahead of him stop. He knew the two men ahead, he used to work with them many years ago but then he had married and moved to another life. He watched the men draw guns as they neared the small flat ahead and Will panicked. He drew a shaky breath and drew his own gun, he hadn't planned on following them tonight, he may have taken his gun but that was because he had other plans. Plans that seemed to collide with this improvised one. He had originally wanted to meet with Peter Woolsey, the only man he had trusted with his secrete. He and Peter hadn't exactly started out as friends, in fact they started out hating each other, Peter was very opinionated and every plan had to involve his input. That was what Will hated about him, most of his ideas were wrong, he wasn't the brightest Crayon in the box and Will was the one who usually suffered when the plan was put in action. It wasn't until Peter saved his life that he trusted him completely. Three hours ago Peter had sent a hurried text.

They know about the key and they know who gave it to you, can't tell you anymore, need your help –PW

Will had thought he misread the text but there it was clear as day. How they had found out what the key was for was beyond Will, he didn't even know himself. Will knew Peter was dead; Peter always wore a gold band around his wrist, the same gold band one of the men ahead of him wore around his wrist now. The night had gone downhill since that text, his attempt to find out what the key opened in desperation had been a disaster and now Sherlock was in danger as well.

"What does this bloody key open Sherlock? It has been in the back of my mind since the day you gave it to me!" Will shouted, his voice echoed off the empty walls of the house.

"I can't tell you" Sherlock said, annoyingly calm. Will threw the key in his face but Sherlock only caught it with ease. "Thank you for taking care of it for me but I'll be needing it now" he said, with a sly smile Sherlock turned and left the room. Will followed him determined for an explanation, "Why did you give it to me?" he asked. Sherlock stopped and turned to face Will.

"Because you were the only one who bothered to tell me your name" he said. Will narrowed his eyes at him, Sherlock continued "I know what my father and your friends used to do all along, you were thieves. Identities mainly but money, jewellery, it all passed through your hands, no one would risk giving someone they had met once their name if they had a hundred different identities and thousands of things that weren't theirs but you did so obviously you trusted me, why shouldn't I trust you?" Will stared in shock at Sherlock, letting his words sink in. Sherlock simply played with the key in his hand that stupid smile still on his face. "How do you know Will is my real name if you say I have hundreds of identities?" Will said trying to throw him off. Sherlock laughed "I don't, but Eddy isn't my father's real name and you still trusted him." He tossed the key in the air and caught it, he winked at Will and left through the front door.

That was when they had arrived, carrying guns, demanding information from both Sherlock and Will, but they had found Sherlock's weakness, a man named John Watson.

"So this John Watson has it then ae?"

"No"

"Don't lie to me I'm not stupid"

"He hasn't got It, you will be wasting your time" Will could hear the desperation in Sherlocks voice.

"I don't believe you"

It was now currently 9:00 and Will was following the two men to this John Watson's house, Sherlock stayed behind, said he couldn't, Will didn't understand why but he didn't have time to argue according to Sherlock.

The men stopped, they were talking in low voices, Will wasn't close enough to hear and he was too afraid to move closer to them. One of them held up his hand suddenly. Will threw a hand over his mouth to muffle his breathing and pressed his back against the grimy wall behind him. They stopped talking and stared around in the darkness. Will raised his gun ready to fire, his heart pounded so loud he was surprised they couldn't hear it. It seemed the whole world went silent as the two men listened. The man lowered his hand and the two started to talk again. The flat was just ahead of them; Will could see the light in the window. A woman hurried down the opposite street towards the flat, she pulled her coat around her. He prayed she wouldn't enter the flat. The two men began their ascent towards the flat. It seemed the plans had been made, Will let out the breath he had been holding and followed them. Any moment now he could shoot them but shooting one would alert the other, this task was getting more and more dangerous. The larger of the two men waited patiently outside 221B, the woman had already entered the flat, unknowing of what was about to happen. The smaller scaled the two story building and launched himself onto the balcony of 221B. It was on the larger mans signal the smaller one would shoot. Still unsure of what to do Will pulled his scarf and coat around him blocking his face from view. He walked towards the man waiting at the door. He just needed to distract the larger man from giving the signal. He had to allow time for Sherlock to inform John of the threat. The smaller man pressed his back against the balcony wall safe from John and the woman's view.

"Do you know where I could find St James Park?" he asked the large man.

"Piss off" The large man spat.

"No need to be so rude" Will said looking at his shoes to avoid his gaze. The large man didn't reply. He looked up briefly. The man wasn't looking directly at him; he was looking down at his scarf covering his mouth and nose. Recognition sparked in his eyes.

"Nice scarf you got there, where did you get it from?"

Will's heart jumped and he sucked in a breath, the cold causing him to cough. Damn it! Why had Will decided to wear the purple scarf? He should have left all sentiment at home. "Got it from that new shop down the road. The man frowned "It's a very rare kind of scarf, in fact not many shops sell purple scarf's with a particular diamond by the fringe" he said leaning closer to Will. Now he was panicking, his hand shook as he reached into his pocket for his gun. "Oh I don't think so Will; violence won't be necessary" he smiled "From you anyway." Will was done for, the man waved a hand towards the balcony and a gunshot cut through the city sounds. Will screwed his eyes shut as another one echoed down the street. Will turned around to leave, he was going to bolt, he had failed, John was dead and so was the woman, he had to save himself. A hand snaked around his arm and yanked him backwards. Will yelped in fright and pain. The man waved a hand towards the balcony and the smaller man scaled the building, he landed behind Will, he was surrounded now.

"Stay here" the man snarled. Two hands gripped Wills arms holding them painfully against his sides. There was no way he could reach his gun now. He could feel the man's breath on his neck making him shiver. The larger man threw himself at the door, it broke away easily. Will had problems of his own at the moment; he ignored the woman's frightened scream he could hear through the smashed window and focused on his own situation. Suddenly they were moving, Will tried to grip onto something on the wall but there was nothing, his fingernails scraped painfully over the brick. He was dragged around the corner into the darkness of the alley. He opened his mouth to scream, a sleek black car pulled up outside the flat; unfortunately they would only find dead bodies. A hand was thrown over his mouth gagging him. Shit, shit, shit Panic tore through Will, he desperately tried to get the man off him but he never had been taught fighting skills like the rest of them so he ended up flailing desperately as the man laughed in his ear. He wanted to scream to the car that he needed help, that they should abandon John and help him but the hand over his nose and mouth was disabling him. He couldn't even open his mouth to bite the hand. He was struggling for breath; suddenly he was dropped painfully on the hard cold ground. The smaller man stood over him. When Will said smaller he meant smaller than the other man, this man was a good six feet tall and it seemed he was built of mere muscle and bones. Will was only 5 foot 3. To scared to move Will lay on the ground staring up at him.

"Is this what we are now?" Will asked hoping to appeal to the man's emotions "We were thieves not murderers!" he spat. The man laughed.

"This is why we never let you back in, we have a new leader, better than that stupid Holmes man, we are going to take London" a boot connected with Wills face and he heard the sickening crunch, he grasped his face, searing pain rushed through his face blurring his vision. Warm blood burst from his nose. He attempted to get up but the man pushed him down with his boot, Will stayed down unable to move from the pain. He heard the gun being loaded, No please no. Will begged he curled into a ball and wished it would end quickly. There was a loud echoing bang and Will felt the bullet rip through his skin. The last thing he saw before blackness and pain consumed his was two figures running from the building a man and a woman, the larger man was nowhere to be seen. They bolted into the car and it skidded from the curb to safety. Will couldn't help but smile.

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