Donovan really didn't see what Sherlock and John liked about these chases, racing through sheets of heavy rain and through the puddles after a man whom she would probably loose soon anyway. Never mind that though, shed keep going until she couldn't any longer, though she did wish she had a little back up. Holmes and Watson were nowhere to be seen for once.
'This guy is so high' she thought dryly, it was the only explanation as to how a man so fat could keep running for so long.
She rounded the corner and at first she thought she'd lost him until she saw the large grate which had been shifted. Fantastic, now she was going to have to chase this man through the sewers.
She made her way over, ready to bend down and jump inside when there was a loud bang and a terrible pain shot through her side, causing her to fall limply to her knees and clutch at it. She'd been shot!
Quickly she turned to find the man she was chasing standing behind her, he'd hidden in the dumpster of all places and then he'd shot her! How dare he!
"Haven't you ever heard the saying?" He chuckled, "Most obvious answer is rarely the right one."
And then he was gone.
Sucking in a breath through her teeth she tried to stand but found the pain in her side too crippling, bloody hell. She prayed Lestrade or one of the other officers on the case would show up soon, hell, even Watson would be useful now.
She was distracted from her self pity when she heard a loud barking from the entrance to the ally. A monstrous dog with slightly shaggy fur and huge teeth was standing a few feet from her. A dog like that, it had to belong to some street thug right? Great no not only had she been shot, now she was going to be torn apart by a giant hound. Fantastic. What a way to go.
The dog barked more until a voice called out.
"Hey, I think Gladstone's found something."
Gladstone? Why did that name ring a bell?
The answer became obvious when a little boy and girl appeared in the alley entrance. It was two of Holmes's brats, what were their names? Marie and Mason?
"Holy hell! It's Donovan!" Marie gasped, "She's been shot!"
"Hey Donovan, can you hear me?" Mason bent down next to her and looked at her face.
"Yes." She hissed, "Now go find Lestrade!"
"Gladstone, find dad!" Mason ordered, the dog went bounding off.
"Don't worry he understands." Marie hushed, "He'll have the others coming in no time."
Then to the sergent's great surprise the young girl began to pull her hands away from the wound.
"I need to keep pressure-"
"I know, but your fingers allow for blood to slip through quite easily, especially because you are shaking and going into shock." Marie explained, there was no bitterness to the words, it was as if she were the adult and Sally was the child.
Quickly the boy unthreaded his scarf from around his neck and passed it to his sister who wrapped it around her palms and pressed them into the wound making Donovan hiss.
"No major organ's hit." Mason deduced, "You should be fine as long as we get you to a hospital quickly, you will probably need a transfusion."
Donovan was beginning to develop a headache but for once it wasn't the children's fault. It was odd having them speak so kindly to her when usually their only form of communication was insults and sharp looks.
"Why are you helping me?" She asked quickly, her voice came out much weaker than she'd hoped.
"We don't want you to die." Mason scoffed, "Just because you don't like us doesn't mean we want you bleeding out."
"It's strange seeing you so nice." Donovan admitted.
"We're only harsh because you make fun of our dad." Marie pouted, "He saved us, he cares for us, you you do nothing but belittle his work. All because he is different."
"So you hate me because of it?" She chuckled, which turned to a wince.
"We don't hate you, hating a person is illogical." Marie sighed, "We hate the way you act."
There were no more words exchanged for a while after that. Finally the sound of a deep howl filled the air.
"Gladstone." Mason smiled.
Seconds later the dog bounded into the alleyway and perched itself next to the boy. Sherlock shot around the corner seconds later, Donovan looked, really looked. His face was slightly frantic but once he'd laid eyes on both children and deduced both were unharmed he calmed.
"Lestrade call and ambulance. One of your officers has been shot." he yelled.
Donovan could hear the Inspector swearing as he dialled.
"Will she be okay dad?" Marie asked.
"Fine as long as you keep pressure on." Sherlock replied.
"I think she's passing out." Mason cut in, he was right.
"The ambulance will be here soon, let her rest if anything it will slow her heart rate and blood loss." Sherlock's voice echoed around in her head.
Just as Sally was about to pass out completely she heard the ambulance come and a single thought flew through her head.
What did Marie mean, Sherlock saved them?
Donovan is getting there!
If any of you want to know what Gladstone looks like I made a picture of him on my DeviantArt account (Ulura). I find it funny how some people think Gladstone is book canon when really he was just made up for the RDJ films.
The Irregulars - Gladstone
I'm thinking about doing some more AU's, they are fun! :P What kind would you guys like to see? I'd love some suggestions, I can only think of pretty average stuff at the moment, werewolf, magic etc...