AN: Sorry for updating later than normal, have been out all day. I think some of you may have misunderstood what I meant on my last note, I am going to finish this story, don't worry.

"You can't leave me behind on this, Lestrade" John insisted. They were in Lestrade's office at Scotland Yard. It had been a tense hour for John, waiting for them to find out what he already knew. Finally they had the location though, and arrangements were being made to go in. John just had to convince them to take him with them.

"Oh come on John, letting you guys on crime scenes back in the day was bad enough, yet alone a raid. You're a civilian, you just don't have the clearance!" Lestrade told him

"I'm not just any civilian, I was a soldier, remember? I've been trained for this kind of thing." John reminded him, flashing his old military ID.

"You were an army doctor. And that ID will mean nothing to our legal department, you were discharged" Lestrade reasoned.

"Because I was wounded, but I've made a full recovery. You want a medical report that I'm fit for duty? I'll write one up right now. And don't say army doctor like that makes me less fit for this kind of operation, if anything its all the more reason for me to go. Molly will need medical attention after what we saw in that video alone, and it could be ten times worse by now!" John said, trying to ignore his own words for the sake of his sanity.

"John,-" Lestrade tried again, but John cut him off.

"No! I don't want to hear any more excuses. Either you kit me up and brief me with the rest of the team, or you lock me up in a holding cell until it's over, because that's the only thing that will stop me going to her!"

Lestrade sighed, staring at John and chewing his lip in thought. "Alright, let me make some calls, see what I can do"

And so another hour later John found himself in the back of a police van with the rest of the response team, in a borrowed uniform and armed with a Taser and a medical field kit. The adrenalin coursed through his veins, just as it had on the battlefield and on his adventures with Sherlock, making him feel truly alive.

The van stopped and they rushed out, surrounding the door to the building, John staying back as instructed. They gave a cursory knock then forced their way in when they received no response. As soon as they were all in the gunfire started, 3 assailants around the room. John ducked behind cover, surveying as much of the room he could from his position, looking for Molly. This wasn't the room she was being held in though, he didn't recognise it. He noted 2 doors leading off of this room and was just surmising which one was most likely the right one when he heard a pained grunt from one of the police men. He saw the young man dropping behind cover, gripping his wounded gun arm and made a dash over to him. Bits of plaster exploded from the wall behind him as their adversaries turned their gunfire on him, but he made it behind the cover before one got lucky.

"Let me look" he asked the young man, having to shout over the noise. The man took his hand away, revealing a bloodied hole in the shoulder of his uniform, right on the edge. John tore the material away to better see the injury. "What's your name?"

"Jamie" The man replied

"Well, you're in luck, Jamie. It just grazed you, it's a bit messy, but at least we don't need to worry about digging a bullet out." John reassured him. He dug in his medi kit, pulling out a small bottle of sterilising fluid, and some bandages. "This will sting" He warned before pouring on half the fluid and cleaning up the wound before bandaging it. "That should do it for now, but you should get it checked at the hospital later though, they might want to put a stitch or two in."

"Thanks" Jamie smiled at him.

The gunfire had stopped, the room secured. The men with the guns had been apprehended and were currently being led out to the van by a few of the policemen, while the others surrounded one of the doors, ready to go into the next room. John nodded to Jamie, who went out to help guard those who had been apprehended, while John moved to the back of the group by the door. When the others came back the signal was given to go.

They swung the door open, and the men rushed forward, then abruptly stopped. John hadn't got through the door, but could just about see a reflection on the doors frosted glass panel of what had made the men stop. The room contained only two people, Dimitri and Molly. Dimitri pulled Molly tight against him as a human shield, a gun pointed at her head.

"Don't come any closer, or I will shoot!" He shouted.

The policemen tried to negotiate with him, but John knew that wouldn't get them anywhere. He could see Dimitri backing towards an emergency exit in the corner, and immediately knew his strategy. But how to stop it? He knew Dimitri couldn't see him, so he backed away into the main room, preparing to sneak around the back way and get behind him. His Taser would be no good in this situation, so he looked around the room, for something, anything he could use.

What would Sherlock do? John asked himself. Then he saw it, on the table. It was crazy, but it could just work. John grabbed what he needed and rushed out the door.