Chapter 7: Nevermore The three of you go back to Baker Street. Watson quickly goes back to his laptop and Sherlock seemed to do some tests in the kitchen table. You meanwhile sit down on the couch and think about the case, quietly and by yourself.
You looked at both of the males, John typing away, and Sherlock moving from here and there. Looking into test tubes and microscopes. Both of them did small chat in between their work.
After a couple of hours you were half asleep on the couch. You closed your eyes for a moment and when you reopened them you saw Sherlock standing in front of you.
"Stand up."
"W-What?" You say as you try to wake up.
"I said stand up."
You sigh and lazily do as he asks.
"Do me a favor and stand over there." He pointed at a wall which had a happy face spray painted with yellow paint and a few holes due to a gunshot. You stand where he told you to and you look at him,
"What do you want me to-"
Before you could finish your sentence Sherlock fired a pistol. The bullet grazed your shoulder ruining your jacket.
At that exact moment Watson entered the room with a cup of tea,
"Sherlock! What the fuck?! Did you just shoot my girlfriend?!"
You had fallen onto the couch that rested on the mistreated wall. In total shock and looking at your jacket.
"I needed to use her as research. Now we can be certain it was a shoulder wound. Easier to catch out murderer and identify our woman."
Sherlock replied with a shrug.
"She's a lady Sherlock!"
"Well you we're not here and I wouldn't shoot myself. It wouldn't have the same effect."
"Sherlock!"
"It's quite fine, John." You cut in while grabbing a hold of his arm.
"I'm not injured. But it's a pity my jacket is ruined..."
Sherlock smiled lightly at your reaction while Watson was in pure shock.
"_, He just shot you!"
"It was in the name of science."
He looked at Sherlock then back at you,
"I don't need another him in my life. I already try not to punch him every morning. I don't want an accident to happen with my girlfriend. I'm done." Watson put the cup of tea on the table, grabbed his jacket and walk towards the door, leaving the building.
Sherlock walked over to the window and watched him leave.
You were sitting there, blinking several times, trying to make sense of what just happened.
