Jim was right not to contact me the few days that pass because before I knew it, it was New Year's Eve and a screaming Mrs. Hudson pulled me out of my sketching session I was having in my room. My mind flipped a switch as the scene came rushing back to my memory, it was the CIA breaking into the flat for Irene's damn phone. I slowly got off my bed making less to no sound, trying to go for John's spare gun he kept in the bathroom taped to the back of the toilet. I heard the three men ague with each other down in the living room. As I crept into the bathroom and removed the extra gun from the toilet, two step of footsteps raced up the flight of stairs toward my bedroom which was opposite to John's. My body raced with adrenaline, I cocked the gun and aimed it toward the door as it was kicked open. I flinched slightly as the two men stood there with guns drawn at me.
"Get the hell of my house!" I ordered at the men, who started to laugh at me.
"Look Johnson, a girl with a gun, how threatening." The taller of the two Americans mentioned with a chuckle.
"Trust me, gentlemen I am a bit more threatening then I look." I retorted back with a small smirk trying to hide the slight panic in my voice.
It was a good thing in the past year; I became good with lying and handling a firearm because I wasn't going down without a fight.
"Oh come on sweet cheeks, you don't have to be like that." The shorter one, who must have been Johnson I was guessing, concluded lowering his gun and stepping into the bathroom.
I reacted quickly taking a shot at his foot missing it by a few inches, "Take one more step in here, and I will blow your kneecap off."
Johnson's face flickered with displeasure before he raised his gun and kept the barrel aimed right at my head.
"Go get Neilson, Smith." Johnson ordered to who was now given the name Smith.
Smith nodded and ran down the stairs, leaving me alone with the one gun who I thought I could try to handle.
"Johnson and Smith sounds like a plumbing company not agents." I smirked commenting at him trying to get him to fire at me.
"Where did a girl like you learn to shoot?" He questioned never moving his aim off of me.
I didn't respond as I heard the voices from his partners get louder as they began to climb the stairs, so I took my chance at get out of this bathroom with the second door that connected to John's room. I smirked and glanced up at the light on the ceiling before raising the gun and quickly shooting it allowing darkness to take over. I quickly ran for the door on my left and dodged into John's room before allowing any bullets to take their shot at me.
I quickly leaned against the door as it seemed like Johnson banged against the door, trying to get in. I quickly locked the door and tried to run out of John's bedroom door. Sadly, I didn't think that much through because as I reached the door the last gentleman Neilson was standing right there and grabbed my wrist with the gun, roughly.
"Smart move Missy, but you clearly didn't think the whole plan through did you?" His stern voice mocked at me.
I glared and punched in him the stomach with my free hand hoping it would cause him to let go of me, and I was sadly out of luck. He pried the gun out of my one hand and punched across the face with it, nearly knocking me out. I groaned and glared up at the asshole, before he pulled me roughly out into the hall and to Johnson.
"Johnson, go make sure she is handcuffed to the desk down stairs away from the other one." He ordered pushing roughly at Johnson who grabbed both of my arms and held them behind my back.
Johnson and I watched as Neilson walked down the stairs and back into the living room, after he was out of sight Johnson roughly shoved me down the stairs. I complied with the idiots because when I got into the living room, Mrs. Hudson had a gun to her head and was slightly bleeding from the cheek. I glared at the boys who called themselves men, as I was handcuffed to the leg of the desk.
"Let her go, she has nothing to do with these." I spoke up after a few minutes of silence.
"Smith, gag her."
I glared at the Neilson as Smith shoved a kitchen cloth into my mouth harshly; this sadly caused Mrs. Hudson to cry out slightly. I watched her sadly as she shook there in the chair trying to keep herself calm. I frowned and looked over at the stairs, wishing for Sherlock to walk in any minute now and kick this guy's ass.
A half an hour passed and the men started to search through the flat looking for this stupid phone Irene left to Sherlock and just as they started to tear apart the kitchen Sherlock's heavy footsteps were heard heading up the stairs.
I looked over at the door and smirked slightly with rag in my mouth then watched as the men got in position ready to take on Sherlock. Sherlock just strolled in hands behind his back as he analyzed the room taking a quick glance at me then direct his attention to a crying Mrs. Hudson.
"Oh Sherlock, Sherlock!" I watched Mrs. Hudson cry out in slightly happiness.
"Don't snivel, Mrs. Hudson. It will do nothing to impede the flight of a bullet," Sherlock pointed out before glance at Neilson, "What a tender world that would be."
Mrs. Hudson sobbed very quietly never moving her gaze from Sherlock, Neilson spoke up ignoring the broken Mrs. Hudson in tears, "I believe you have something that we want, Mr. Holmes."
"Then why don't you ask for it?" Sherlock questioned stepping closer to Mrs. Hudson and gently reaching his hand on to her allowing her to grab it.
"I've been asking this one. She doesn't seem to know anything, and the other one just fired a gun at my men." Neilson snared shooting at glare at me.
Sherlock looked over Mrs. Hudson then looked up higher at Neilson breaking apart the scenes that unfold earlier.
"But you know what I'm asking for, don't you, Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock straighten up pulling his hand away from Mrs. Hudson, who whimpered softly at her safety net letting go of her. Sherlock spoke quickly, "I believe I do. First get rid of your boys."
Neilson frowned slightly, "Why?"
"I dislike being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room." Sherlock smugly said stepping back toward me.
I watched Neilson glances at him then tell his men to go to the car, only to have Sherlock to interject again.
"Then get into the car and drive away. Don't try to trick me. You know who I am. It doesn't work."
The men looked at each other before turning and walking out of the flat and back to the car. Sherlock glanced at me then back at Neilson, "Next, you can stop pointing that gun at me. "
"So you can point a gun at me?" Neilson doubted.
Sherlock then took a graceful step back and spread his arms open looking like a cross, before mentioning, "I'm unarmed. "
I watched intently as Neilson doubted him again then went to go and pat Sherlock down, what happened next happened to fast to me to even describe but Neilson was knocked unconscious on the coffee table.
"Moron."
Sherlock rolled his eyes then walked over to Mrs. Hudson and kneeled in front of her gently touching her face, "You're alright now. You're alright."
"Yes." She nodded sniffling softly before looking over at me, "Oh, Sam…"
I smiled weakly with the rag in my mouth; Sherlock glanced over before he helped Mrs. Hudson over to the couch. Once she was calm enough, he came over and kneeled in front of me only to look me over with his observant eyes.
He said silence as he pulled the rag out of my mouth and threw it to the side; I coughed softly then glanced up at him.
"Thank you Sherlock."
He glanced up and began to unpick the hand cuffs with a pick lock, I watched him as his fingers gently brushed against my skin. After a few second he got my one hand free allowing me to move my hands away from the leg of the desk and face him. He worked on the other handcuff as I held my hand out toward him. I watched him as he quickly unlocked the other handcuff then grabbing the set before it clanged to the ground. I smiled weakly at him then got up and sat next to Mrs. Hudson pulling her close glancing at Sherlock who looked at Neilson with a murderous look.
