TheDarkestShinobi: I've put together a prologue for the story with all 30 crimes, so I'll be updating that relatively soon. It'll take off from about chapter 21 and continue until a few chapters before this one ends but it will have all the in-betweens and should be a fun read for those with time. I also have maybe three other stories that I'm trying to get done because of plot bunnies, so thanks for sticking around, check out my other stories soon and enjoy chapter 30!

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Liam runs his free hand along the wall as the other keeps its grip on the trigger. He's a muscular man, hitting 6'3" on a good day. He has light skin and brown eyes with sandy blonde hair. He smiles maliciously as he spots the bathroom and puts his back to it as he looks across the office space. He nods once before pushing back on it to open the door and lifting the gun.

Sally is crouching by the door so the first thing she does when she realizes it's an assailant is stab his thigh with the first piece of glass she has next to her. He screams as she twists it to break the piece off in him. He still manages to kick her with the other leg and she lets out a pained moan as she hits the wall behind her. She blinks twice as her head fogs. Her grip on her shirt loosens as she moves to get up. Angela hits the magazine release on the gun first, effectively stopping it from firing and brings the glass up to stab him. He hits her with a solid punch and she staggers back, her lip and nose bleeding. She blinks and shakes her head trying to get the stars to disappear and the ringing in her head to stop.

The blood coming out of his thigh has seemed to stain his black pants and the white tile. Frannie watches as Donavan gets up and runs at him again. She closes her eyes tightly and prays, her piece of glass reflecting light between her feet. Donavan grabs the other piece of glass she had, barehanded, and drives it into whatever skin she can get to, which happens to be right below his last rib on his right front side. He freezes, closing his eyes in pain and Angela stabs him in the neck with her glass. When he falls to the floor she stabs him in the neck again, and she loses count of how many times after. Donavan is sitting on the floor now; breathing heavily and watching Angela go, not able to find the words to say anything. She backs up until her head hits the wall and lets it rest there. Angela stops and backs away after a minute.

Frannie is the only one crying, but she's not the only one who's not okay.

"Oh shit, Liam!" The fourth gunman yells as he runs from right outside Lestrade's office to the girl's bathroom. Sally blindly reaches around her for glass, but only manages to leave bloody handprints on the tile. Angela squeezes hers tightly and stands on shaky legs. Frannie whimpers.

Lestrade hears the yell and swings his door open. He spots the gunman easily and fires three shots, one of which hits the man in the side and knocks him down. Lestrade looks left and right frantically.

"Only four!" Anderson yells. "There were only four." He stands from his table and runs to the bathroom to open it up. Two other men join him. One runs to the front door to open it and a swarm of paramedics run in.

Just like that, it's over.

…

"When have you last eaten?" Mrs. Hudson insists as she pushes the toast towards him. "Slept?" Sherlock doesn't answer because he doesn't know. Sherlock stares at his computer screen. There is not much time left and they are not being of assistance now. He growls and slams the table causing Mrs. Hudson to flinch and pull back.

"Not a single text back!" Sherlock then opens his eyes wider, "oh." He breathes as he turns to her before flying out of the apartment. "No." He shakes his head as he hails a cab. "Scotland Yard. Now."

…

"You sliced your hand up pretty badly." The paramedic insists as he finishes wrapping it. Even so, the gauze was already pink. "You should come to the hospital." Sally shakes her head before stopping herself. "And I know you have a concussion." He shines a light in her eye to prove it before she can voice her objection.

"I'm fine." She repeats as she tries to stand, her button up shirt bunched in her other hand. She thanks the other paramedic who helps her and walks her towards the door. She sees Frannie in a shock blanket on a desk and Anderson is handing his gun over to Dimmock. Lestrade is talking to the both of them.

"Take me to 'em" she slurs before righting herself. "Take me to them." She repeats and he does.

She stops when she spots the body bag. It's not completely zipped and she can recognize the face as the rookie from earlier. His name tag has blood on it but she can clearly read it. His name wasn't Marcus after all.

"Ah, hell, Donavan." Lestrade says as Anderson comes up under her other side. The paramedic doesn't leave, determined to get her to the hospital. Angela is on another desk, as Sally can now see. Her hand is being bandaged and she's got a shock blanket on and someone talking to her with a notepad. There were others taking pictures.

"Do I need to make a statemtn?" Lestrade tilts his head

"You need to go to the hospital."

"After. Promise."

"I'll take her myself if I need to," Anderson promises the paramedic, who seemed to understand that was as much as he was going to get.

"One shooter survived." Lestrade repeats. "And after some medical, Dimmock will have him for questioning." Dimmock nods before shaking his head.

"I can't believe this is happening." He says before tapping Lestrade on the shoulder and walking off.

The doors are thrown open again and Sherlock finds at least ten weapons aimed at him, including Lestrade's and Dimmock's.

"Stand down." Lestrade orders as he waves Sherlock over. Sherlock is running the second the guns are down.

"I didn't-couldn't have known." He starts. "I kept texting, I got angry."

"That was you?" Lestrade turns away rubbing his forehead.

"Yes." Sherlock realizes it hadn't been an issue and he didn't mean to make it one. "Never mind that, do we have any files on the Black Eagles?"

"I don't know!" He answers, exasperated.

"Think!" Sherlock urges, trying to make up for lost time.

"I can't." Lestrade stresses, upset Sherlock can't tell how mentally off they all are right now. "In case you can't tell," and Sherlock pulls back at the look on Lestrade's face, like he was back to being his unkind inhuman self that Lestrade could never understand. Maybe he was, his moral compass wasn't exactly here now was he? Because Sherlock hasn't been going through pain and trauma since this whole thing started. He's still the machine to them, the freak.

"Why? You got shot at?" he sneers "it is part of your job description." He bites as he turns to go upstairs and look at the files himself. Lestrade fumes.

It was in his job descriptions. Find and fight bad guys. It's why they gave him a gun. When lives were threatened and he had to step up he couldn't. Anderson took action first. Donavan didn't need a gun. He hid in his office like a coward. Lestrade shook his head before storming away.

What good was he here after all?

"We have to get you to a hospital." Anderson sets Donavan down against a table.

"Nothing they can do there." She says as her head falls against his shoulder. "Just don't let me sleep."

"And let you bleed out, Sally?" She frowns but it's true, her wrappings are already red.

"Not yet?" He sighs

"Why not?"

"Cause Sherlock." She doesn't lift her head from against him and he likes it there way too much.

"What about him?"

"He's going to find Papa's killer." He looks up as his hand comes up to rub soothing circles on her back.

"Okay, but the second after."

"Okay."

…

There is a list of names, not even his mind palace can find links for them all. He sits in the darkness of the file room. Anderson and Donavan are preoccupied, Lestrade is angry and Dimmock is way too busy.

He feels like his mind palace his harder to get to than normal, his transport is acting up.

The only thought he can revolve around is that the gun that shot him was not the standard gun used by the dealers.

…

Donavan is sitting on a desk, watching him as he walks into the room. She feels fine now, but she knows concussions are like that and she won't chance it.

"There's nothing." He says as Dimmock pops his head out of the office. "Nothing on the web or in all of your police files." Anderson frowns and Lestrade, who was previously unnoticed sitting on the floor sighs.

"There's got to be something."

"Obviously."

Sherlock's ringtone fills the empty space. He nods and picks it up. The others have stood and crowded him.

"Do you have an answer for me?" John opens.

"It was because of the opium smuggling ring." Sherlock is met with silence. He has to readjust his balance.

"He was involved in a sting, 50 thousand pounds worth of opium and a deal gone wrong!" John pulls the phone away from his ear with a frown. Jim is smiling as he watches. He knew it would be too much for the detective, especially without the resources of the Yard, but he had already seen the name. He could've figured it out by now.

"You need a name?" John says nothing in response. He needed a name ten minutes ago. He broke the rules by calling. "Fine, give me time, let me think, can you do that?"

"You've had a whole day." John rubs his hand over his face as he turns away from Jim's grin.

"John." It's pleading, don't make him do it again, don't make him fail her again. John turns back to Jim. Jim shakes his head and snaps his hands shut, time to close the phone. John pretends not to see him; he lowers the phone and lets out a breath.

"John." Jim clenches his fist.

"10." John breathes out as he lifts the phone up.

"Okay," And he knows Sherlock is in his own world, but he continues the slow countdown, each number making Jim's features darken. He types out a text on his phone as he watches John count.

"1," John closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly as he moves the phone from his ear.

"Asta Dorismond!" Sherlock shouts. John smiles widely as he lifts the phone back up, Jim's lips twist into a sneer.

Sherlock shouts the name at the last minute; it's a half guess at best. He must be too late though, because he can hear Sally yelling at him and the ground shaking. He sees her flying towards him.

Then it's all black.

TDS: Thoughts? Prompts? Johnlock or Johniarty preferred.