Chapter 10

a/n: last chapter, so last chance to review. Hope you've enjoyed the story, thanks!

John tried to push himself up, but the pain of the bullet wound a couple of days ago struck him suddenly. Should've gone to a hospital he thought to himself, and collapsed back to the ground beside Laura. Was this it? Were they all going to be found here dead in a couple of days? John looked over to Sherlock again, who was being lectured by Gregory, but he couldn't tell what he was saying. Beside him, Laura stirred and groaned in pain and John's heart broke just a little at that.

What was she dragged into? My god how long will this haunt her dreams? She was trying to help Sherlock and me. The bandage, cleaning the wound. Why didn't I see it before? I hope she's okay, I hope nothing happens to Sherlock or Laura or me-

"Freeze! You're in enough trouble already!"

Sherlock opened his eyes to a sight that he never thought he would be relieved to see. Lastrade stood behind Greggory with a gun also

"There are far too many guns to be seen in this day in age." Complained Sherlock. "Do what you like with him now, he's not my problem."

The consulting detective smirked at the man to whom he was a hostage a few minutes ago. He turned and walked over to Watson and Laura, who was beginning to regain consciousness.

"She'll be alright. Watson observed. "We've got a medical student here."

"Medical student!" repeated Sherlock. "Why didn't I see that?"

Laura awoke, and almost forgot that she was injured. She stood up and almost collapsed again, but luckily Sherlock caught her and helped her stand up. John got up as well and put her arm around his neck so she could walk without falling. Laura didn't start walking though, and her feet didn't budge. She just put her head down and cried. Her legs started shaking, so Sherlock and John waited patiently for her to calm down, before proceeding to walk.

"It's okay, you'll be fine now; it's all over."

Sherlock's attempts to calm Laura down seemed to work, as she lifted her head, and her breathing returned to a normal pace. She turned to face Sherlock.

"Thank you for keeping me safe"

"Safe? He might have killed you!" John interrupted.

"I put my trust in both of you to figure out what I was trying to tell you and to stop me from killing anyone; and I haven't trusted anyone since the first guy I worked for left. He said he knew you as well you know. You're pretty infamous among these guys, but you're too smart for them."

When Sherlock and John got outside, they sat Laura down in the back of the ambulance.

"What are you going to do now then?" John asked

"I don't know, but I'll be okay. Sherlock said so himself." Holmes smirked as Laura made this remark. "Like I said, he's too smart for people like Greggory. If the leader of this pack I keep referring to ever finds you, he'll have his work cut out for him."

Holmes and Watson left the ambulance and Laura was taken to hospital, but Sherlock's strides slowed to a halt. John stopped also.

"What?"

"If the leader of the pack ever finds me"- Sherlock muttered to himself. "If the leader of the pack ever- Greggory wasn't the boss?"

They turned back, both of them going to ask Laura who the "leader of the pack" actually was, but the ambulance was gone. They may never know, or they could find out the hard way.