So I finally update the story, took me awhile to get this right.. so I hope I did. R&R
The crack of the gun startled him; he had turned away but when he heard the gasp of Madeline he whirled around and froze, feeling the prick of fear up his neck.
"God, no. No, no, no, no." John whispered under his breath, dashing into motion to her side, sliding on his knees to where she laid. He tried calming his own panicked gasping.
"Madeline? Are you with me? Can you talk?"
His lips formed a grim line as heard the gurgling in her throat; the rattling in her chest. Madeline's lung had more than likely collapsed, which meant her pierced lung was filling up with blood. His heart palpitated wildly when he she started coughing up blood. He knew that the damage was just too great and even if the paramedics got here now there was nothing they could do.
The best he could do was comfort her, unable to imagine the pain Madeline was in. He held her hand tightly as she struggled to breathe. He looked into her hazel eyes as she took her last gasped breaths.
John checked her pulse after she stilled to be sure and let out a sigh standing up. "Call it. She's passed."
Greg looked at Sherlock saying, "They aren't going to believe this. If I wasn't here I wouldn't even believe it."
"That's why we're getting out of here." Sherlock stated.
John looked at Sherlock, surprised, "You're suggesting we flee?"
"I wasn't suggesting it. I'm saying we are, that is unless you want to go to jail for the rest of your life."
John picked up his gun, he didn't like this but there was no way anyone accept this as the truth. A gun discharging by hitting the ground was rare, but it did happen occasionally. He put his weapon back in his coat, zipping it closed to hide his blood stain blue shirt. Greg hadn't objected at all and they had gotten away just minutes before the police arrived. John sat in the back of the car as Greg headed in the direction of John's parents so he could grab his bag.
"This is crazy. She's dead because I dropped my gun." John whispered to himself.
Sherlock grumbled, rolling his eyes. "It isn't your fault she's dead, you had no way of knowing it'd go off. Madeline also wouldn't be dead if she hadn't put herself in that position by kidnapping Greg."
John glared at him, "I didn't say it was my fault, I just feel bad my friend -slash- stalker is dead. She was still a person -psychopath, sure, but a person none the less." John laid his head back, "Why do I always attract the psychopaths?"
"Wait, she isn't the first?" Greg asked.
"No, Jim. He was committed to a psych ward three years ago. He wasn't obsessed with me just to be touchy feely. It took one date. One."
Sherlock cocked a brow, "Did he know Madeline?"
"Yea, that's how I met him. Why do you ask?"
Sherlock didn't dignify that with an answer, but John wasn't about to probe for one either. Greg pulled up in front of the Watson home.
"I'll be right back." John said getting out. He was in there for a few minutes and both men heard yelling from inside the home. John came back out looking more annoyed than when he had gone in.
"Should I dare ask?"
"No. My mum interrogated me about Mary and I. My father then accused me of lying." John inhaled deeply, "I told him off and told them the truth."
Greg went pale, making a choking noise under his breath. John looked over at the silver haired man, whom had shifted the car into gear, pulling away from the curb.
After Sherlock was dropped off nearby, Greg pulled up in front of his home only to see Sally coming down his front steps. He stepped out, "Hey, I thought you were working tonight."
"I am, but there's something you need to see. It has to do with the three murders." John walked past her, going inside the house.
"Who's he?"
"My date, John." Greg told her.
Sally cocked a brow before going to her car and pulling out a purple mobile. She handed it over to Greg.
"Here, this was found on a gunshot victim, Identified as Madeline Ackland. There's information in here about all three victims. Their contacts weren't in her phone." Sally paused before adding. "A work schedule for the last victim along with daily routines amongst other stuff, including pictures."
"We have anything else that might indicate she spoke to any of them?" Greg asked.
"Techs are working on that now, we are about to call her emergency contact." Sally said. "John Watson. He's a medical student she been living with."
The silver haired male looked at her wide eyed.
"I know that name." He knew he would have to lie, but like this it was hard. "That's my date."
John was in the den of the flat when the two detectives entered and Greg's mum was setting the table for three. Damn! He had forgotten she was here.
"Um… John." Greg said. The blonde looked up.
"I'm Sally Donovan from scotland yard, do you have a flatmate name Madeline Ackland?"
"Yes, she's visiting a friend on the other side of London." John stated, "Why do you ask?"
"She was found murdered almost an hour ago."
John shook his head, "That can't be possible. She always visits her friend."
Sally showed him the phone, "Is this her mobile?" He nodded, "We found this along with her wallet on the body."
John took a deep breath and sat down on the couch. "I'm sorry for your loss." Greg said. He couldn't believe John was this good at acting. "You know anyone that would want to hurt her?"
"No. I have known her for five years. We didn't become friends until four years ago. Even than she kept everything private."
"You don't know which friend she went to visit?" Sally asked.
"No, It was none of my business. She had a few parties since I moved in but we weren't super close." John explained, "She just offered to help me when I needed to move out of my parents home a year ago."
After Sally left, Greg had to go into work so John was left alone with Greg's mum again. John mostly hid in Greg's bedroom, falling asleeping just before midnight. Greg got home shortly thereafter and his mum was waiting up for him.
"Mum, now isn't the time for this." Greg said.
"I am not going to lecture you, all right. I am concerned thats all." She said.
"You met him, didn't you talk to him?" She nodded, "Than you know he's decent young man."
"First impressions can be deceiving. He could be acting."
"I know he isn't, ok? Can you just trust me? He is nothing like my ex-wives."
"You know this is too fast. You made a mistake like this once, are you really going to do it again?"
Greg let out a sigh, "I am not making the same mistake, I invited him to stay here. He didn't ask. It took him awhile to accept the offer." He informed her, "He is only here because he didn't want to go back to his parents home or his flat."
"He's sleeping in your bed. Something happened."
"We didn't plan it, it just happened. I want to be with him. I know he wants the same thing."
She let out a sigh, "How do you know?"
Greg smiled, "Gut feeling. If I'm wrong I will wear a sign around my neck that says you were right."
They both laughed, "Okay, I will give him a chance. Still not pleased about this."
She hugged her son and let him go on with his business. Greg changed for bed laying next to the blonde and, unlike last night, he didn't seem to be suffering from any nightmares.