Chapter 10: Behind Closed Eyes

Three days earlier...

A man was walking down a dark alley in central London. He was wearing brand new gloves and had a hidden gun in his jacket.

Orders were clear, he remembered, kill the woman and run away. Mycroft will take care of deleting her data. You've just got to kill her.
He let out a nervous sigh.
Mycroft had found out of a username who called herself The Woman. In fear that this would be Irene all over again, Mycroft tracked her down and ordered her to be killed before Sherlock would find out. Delete whatever new information she has made for herself and do all of this discretely.
The job was going down smoothly until another man came into the scene. Troy Todd. Apparently This woman and him were supposed to meet here. He shoot the female and try to kill the other from revealing anything but he missed and only grazed his shoulder.
At least the job was done the man thought to himself as he ran away as fast as he could.
Mycroft ordered to speak with the man ordered to kill the female, called him a rookie for leaving the body behind and they both found out that that girl was in fact not Irene. Meaning they had killed an innocent woman and almost another man.
Later that day, Mycroft knew Sherlock would be on the case of the unidentified woman, so he had to make a distraction...

John walks out of his house, sighing while checking his phone;

"Get in the car -MH"

Was the text he kept reading and rereading. Across the street from the flat, where a woman who was engrossed in her phone waiting for John.

He marched over and got in the car along with the woman, he didn't bother to talk to her, seeing as she was obviously not interesting in him and not to mention he already had a girlfriend. You, you were the one that he liked but couldn't put a finger on what. You were smart to him, beautiful, determined and extraordinary. But there was a thing that made you stand out. And that, he hadn't figured out yet.

Soon enough you arrived at Barts. You were surprised that Mycroft would want to meet there but regardless you enter the building and walk down a hallway, where Mycroft was standing waiting for you.

"What is it?" John asks.
"You know what I want." Mycroft replies,
"Information on Sherlock?"

"Information yes, but not exactly on Sherlock."
"Then whom?"
"That girl..."

"Yes, your girlfriend, who is she?"
"Mycroft, I'm NOT pulling her into this! Leave her alone."

"I'm not going to leave her alone until I know if she's not dangerous for my brother."
"She's a normal girl... She's in college, she's a blogger like me. That's it."
"Ah, but did you know she's a big fan of Sherlock? Not only from what you've told her but she's gone on her own finding out things."
"That's insane."
Mycroft pulls out his mobile and checks it before saying, "Really? Is it? Right now I'm being informed she's flirting with Sherlock."
"That's insane, Mycroft."
"But you can't prove me wrong. We've been seeing you two for a couple of weeks now. She shows poor interest l... Or showed, until Sherlock came along."
"She's a typical girl, she's no criminal or dangerous."
"Or that's what she wants you to think."
John sighed and looked away, then back at him, "Is that it?"
"Keep Sherlock safe. Best way to do that? Breakup with her."
John began shaking his head as he began walking away,
"You know I'm right, John. If you don't do something soon this will get out of hand!"

That night John visited you home, beginning to get suspicious. Nonetheless he refused to let go of you.

He took you to the crime scene, and then back to the flat. The amount of attention you and Sherlock give to each other was troubling for John.
Then came the breaking point. When John was down making tea to calm his mind from running here and there making hypothesis of you being a total criminal and might eat to hurt Sherlock. Until he heard the gunshot.

"Oh no.."

He said as he hurried up the stair into the flat to find Sherlock looking down at you with a gun in hand and you looking at your shoulder.

He busts in anger at Sherlock, then once he say how calm and causal you reacted to Sherlock shooting you. John noticed why he was so attracted to you, and why you were dangerous.
You were a more human part of Sherlock and that was the problem. He didn't need another Sherlock. So he bust in rage and out of the flat.