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I had this idea for a some time and have finally got it out of my system.
Greg didn't know why he was running about in this old warehouse. Actually he did know.
A certain someone, namely London's only consulting detective, the great Sherlock Holmes had decided to confront the criminal alone with only a text about the location. Granted the detective had been accompanied by John, he was after all only a doctor.
The criminal was a drug ring mastermind, who had been killing his suppliers cold blooded to stop them from leaking any information. The detective might have unparalleled intelligence, but no common sense. Would the world come to an end to wait for the police? Apparently it would for the detective.
So now he was running through this warehouse looking for his two friends. They had already found the required evidence in other rooms and his men were already securing those. Sally and Anderson were following him, because whether they liked to admit or not, they all liked the nice doctor.
They ran into the last room and the scene increased his heart rate two times. He was going to John's clinic after this case for a full checkup. Mycroft's face passed through his mind as he saw the leader standing in the middle of the room, holding a revolver to Sherlock's forehead.
The man was holding Sherlock in front of him, mostly covering him except for a few inches in his right. His left arm was wrapped around Sherlock's torso, the said detective most probably unconscious while the revolver was trained on Sherlock's forehead with his right hand. A little mistake would cost Sherlock's life.
"Let him go" growled a voice from their right.
The three of them were so busy looking at the entrapped detective that they had failed to notice the third person already present in the room. Dr. John Watson stood pointing a revolver at the man.
The scene rendered him speechless. The quiet doctor was pointing a revolver at a criminal mastermind holding his best friend captive.
"Oooh doctor, look your friends have joined us" the leader cackled.
John looked at them for a mere second before focusing on the man and Sherlock.
"Not going to say hello? Well your choice. But I am not going to leave your best friend yet, he destroyed my life. I am going to take his" the man shouted.
"You are going to do no such thing" John said in an eerily calm voice, which ran down Greg's spine like a trickle of cold water.
"You have already made him unconscious. What you are going to do is give him to me slowly unless you want a bullet in your hand, or worse, in your head" John said.
John's voice held none of his usual cheerfulness or warmth. It was dominating and strong. For the first time in his life, Greg remembered that John had been in the military.
"You won't shoot at me doctor, not with the chance of hitting your friend" the man said.
John raised his eyebrows.
"I have shot at opposing men running among my soldiers, you think I can't shoot you when you are standing still?"
A shudder passed through Greg. John's tone had been humorous, but not the laugh along kind of humorous. It was cold and calculating, daring anyone to oppose him.
A shudder passed through the leader also.
"I am going to blow his brains out" the man said, pushing his revolver.
CRACK
Greg jumped out of his skin as the leader's gun clattered to the floor. A bullet was embedded in his right hand and blood was flowing out. A quick look confirmed that Sally and Anderson were equally stunned as he was.
What the hell happened?
The man held onto Sherlock tighter. There was a mad glint in his eyes.
"I will end him doctor, and I will end you also doctor" the leader shouted.
CRACK
Greg jumped again as a second bullet embedded in the man's abdomen, in the mere inches not covered by Sherlock. The man fell back as Sherlock collapsed. Or would have collapsed if John wasn't in front of him in a split second holding him. The leader tried to reach for his revolver with his left hand. John put his leg on the man's chest.
"Move one inch and there is a fair chance your 3rd and 4th rib will break and puncture your heart" John said.
If Greg had been so sure of anything in his life, it was that the fair chance was a thousand percent chance that the man would have a punctured heart. The man seemed to realize the same thing as he ceased moving.
"Secure him Greg" John ordered.
He broke out of his stupor as he rushed forward to arrest the man.
As he came forward John moved away and his entire demeanor changed. He laid Sherlock down as he checked the detective's pulse and looked him over. The doctor everyone loved was back.
"Grade three concussion, pulse is a bit low" John muttered to himself and then loudly "I hope you brought an ambulance."
"He will live, right?" Anderson asked, pointing at the leader.
"The bullet in his hand might render it useless but the abdomen one has merely torn a few muscles, it hasn't hit anything major, push it down so that he doesn't bleed to death" John dismissed with a wave of his hand. The uncaring demeanor towards a man's life by John was completely new to Greg, even if the man had threatened Sherlock.
Then he stood up carrying Sherlock and started walking out.
"I will send the stretcher for him" he said before walking away supporting his best friend.
"I am never crossing Watson, or Holmes for that matter" Sally announced.
Greg agreed wholeheartedly. Under the soft doctor's figure was Captain John Watson who would do anything to keep Sherlock Holmes safe.
I know it is extremely short, but I had only this much in my mind. I hope you liked it so please tell me.