Okay, here is chapter 28! We are getting somewhere!
In this chapter there are other languages, the phrases are translated below - I hope it's not too confusing.
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Enjoy!
The meeting is very informative. Sherlock records everything on his phone and I do as well, just in case we lose one. We hear names of criminals, big names, but we don't hear the name we want. Joseph Daunt is not here in Russia, despite Sherlock's theories and this will shorten our stay here significantly, something neither Sherlock nor me are sad about – I don't think he realises it himself but he is worried about Mycroft.
We start to leave when the meeting ends, but we are too slow. The people we were following just before come our way and they recognize us.
"Алексей, они за нами следовали!" says the bigger one and even though I don't understand Russian, judging by the look on Sherlock's face it's bad.
"Проститутка - конечно, они всё слышали!" the other one shouts and suddenly both of them attack us. Sherlock takes out his gun, but as I don't have one because I had been shopping when he picked me up, he throws it towards me.
"Du brauchst die mehr als ich! Pass auf!" he shouts in German and I whip around. Alexei, the second man, is trying to get behind us and we start fighting.
After a few minutes, I manage to shoot Alexei in the leg. As he falls to the ground, howling, I hit him over the head with the gun and he's out cold.
When I turn around, I gasp in shock. Coming down the alley towards us is a third man. Sherlock is so busy with the first man that he doesn't notice the oncoming attacker. Just as Sherlock manages to hit his opponent in the stomach, who grunts and staggers backwards, a metallic sliver flies through the air.
Sherlock's POV:
Sherlock is shocked and surprised for the first time in months. Struggling to take it all in, he watches Kiara fall to the ground in front of him. What happened? He remembers punching his opponent in the stomach and then suddenly Kiara was in front of him. She had thrown a knife (where did it come from?) at an oncoming attacker, a third one Sherlock hadn't noticed, and then shot their suspect. And now she is lying on the ground, tears streaming down her face as she presses down on her stomach.
It takes a second for Sherlock to understand. Somebody had thrown a knife at Kiara – she hadn't stood there only a second before, the knife had been for him – so somebody had thrown a knife at him and she had jumped in front of it? Why would she do that? It doesn't make sense. But the most important thing now is Kiara.
He kneels beside her, taking his suit-jacket off and pressing it down at the wound. He knows that he should call an ambulance, but he is wary. They are in a dark alley, surrounded by Russians, it wouldn't end well. He had to get Kiara away from here. But how? She is bleeding out under his hands!
He quickly scans the map of the area they're in and realises that the nearest acceptable street is not that far away.
"We need to leave!" he says, already thinking of the best way to move her.
"What?!"
"Come on!"
He pulls her up, and noticing that she can't walk, carries her in bridal style the maybe hundred metres.
He puts her to the ground in a small pathway next to the street and realises with fear (fear? Where did that come from?) that she is pale, so pale.
"Помагите, пожалуста, помагите!" he shouts in Russian, and luckily, a young man seems to hear.
"о - о боже..." his voice is shaking, and Sherlock deduces instantly that he is a kid from uni, studying maths.
"просто вызовите скорую!" Sherlock is furious, and crouches down next to Kiara again, pressing down on her wound. She groans because of the pain and lets her own fingers go slack.
"Why did you do that?" Sherlock growls out, curious and angry at the same time.
"It would have killed you," Kiara's voice is barely more than a whisper.
"And now you are nearly dead!"
"Sherlock – you do," she coughs once, harshly, then continues, "know that you are getting emotional?"
Sherlock frowns, no he didn't, emotional, how...?
"The percentage that I am going to die are quite low, even here. My can pull some strings now, don't you think?" Her voice gets more and more quiet during the sentence, and Sherlock can see her weariness and exhaustion.
"Stay awake, the ambulance will be here soon. Stay awake!" He growls the last two words, hoping to make her listen.
"Yes, Sh'lock..." She mumbles, and then her eyes fall shut.
"Kiara! Kiara!" He says her name, shouts her name, until the ambulance arrives, and when he drives with her, as her brother, he doesn't stop.
Алексей, они за нами следовали Alexei, they were following us!
Проститутка - конечно, они всё слышали The prostitute. Yeah, of course! They listened
Du brauchst die mehr als ich! Pass auf! You need it more than I do! Watch out!
Помагите, пожалуста, помагите Help! Please, help
о - о божеOh – Oh my god...
просто вызовите скорую Just call an ambulance
I hope the translations help you - they are in the correct order, but if you don't understand, PM me!
~Valkyrie