Chapter 11

It must have been only seconds later that John suddenly heard a noise coming from his left.

Wait, were there voices?

The wind was getting stronger now, coming from the north, which was left of him and, wait, yes there were voices. This time Lestrade seemed to have heard them as well as his friend tapped his shoulder and pointed his arm towards the source of the noise as well. As they carefully walked towards it the voices grew louder and John felt a shiver run down his spine.

"No I wouldn´t even think about it, Mr. Holmes. Move and your girlfriend is dead."

A woman´s voice. John had noidea who this was, but she clearly had Donovan and that couldn´t be good.

About 30 meters further they could even see the woman. The Blonde, who couldn´t be much older than 30, was standing with her back towards John and Lestrade and had Sally in her grip, a gun to her head.

As careful as possible John and Lestrade walked closer, while John cursed the fact that today he had left his gun at home.

Well it wasn´t as if he could have visited Sherlock in prison with it, he remisied, and shock his head. Damn their luck again.

Where was Sherlock anyway?

Picking up a rather large branch he was about 2 meters away from her as the woman suddenly spoke:"Oh Mr. Watson, great of you to finally join us, we were just waiting for you. Now put thebranch down and get in front of me with that Inspector of yours before Sally catches a bullet, will you?"

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Nearly all Sally could hear was her own breath and her heart thumping so loud it sounded like thunder in her ears. Maybe that was the reason that she hadn´t even heard John and Greg approach from behind.

Svenson, of course had heard them immediately and Sally cursed herself for that. Hell, how could she have not heard the woman herself?

While John and Lestrade walked in front of them where they could be seen, Sally tried to find a way out. What if she twisted towards the right and ducked? Maybe she would be fast enough and Svenson wouldn´t shot her?

Or what if she stepped on her foot and then used her ellbows, just like she had seen in a movie not that long ago? Could she risk it?

The woman couldn´t have any more bombs on her, could she?

Or maybe she should tackle her and give the others a chance to escape, no matter what?

Looking around she tried to assess the situation and realized that John was shaking his head at her, albeit very, very slightly. Maybe he had plan?

Please god let him have a plan, Sally thought, and tried to bite back a wave of panic that shot through her.

What if he hadn´t? What if that bitch really managed to kill her? Or even worse, kill them all and then proceeded to tease Sherlock with it?

Sherlock of course would have know what to do instantly. He´d never have to stall like she was doing now. He´d knock Svenson out with a smart move or probably even would have heard her coming so that he never would have gotten in this situation.

Why the hell couldn´t she do this?

There had to be anything she could do, right? She was a cop, damn it. She was supposed to have the upper hand in a situation like this and here she was, paniking like a damsel in distress.

Find a way out, she told herself and felt bile rise up in her throat as she didn´t come up with anything.

She could faintly hear Mycroft, who was trying to persuade Svenson to let her go but her heart and her breathing seemed to be louder than ever. Her vision seemed to be tunneling as suddenly there was motion everywhere: Something slammed into them from the right and Sally barely had time to register that before she was suddenly on the ground. It was John who grabbed her and tucked her behind him before he jumped onto Svenson as well, helping whomever had jumped them all of the sudden.

A shot rang out and Sally ducked for a second, only to hoist herself up again to see if she could help and...

Sherlock!

What the hell was he doing here?