Hey! so chapter 3 is here! enjoy! feed back as always is appreciated.

The gun shots echoed down Baker Street, John wondered how nobody seemed to be noticing as her speedily walked towards 221B. "Sherlock!" he shouted, slamming the door behind him. The gun shots didn't stop. "Sherlock!" he was close to screaming as he made his way up the stairs. He was ready to explode as he slammed open the door. Sherlock stood by the open window, the wind blowing his jacket, John watched as he raised the gun to the wall yet again "Stop," John shouted walking towards Sherlock too stop him "just stop okay, I don't care if you're bored just stop." He put his hand on Sherlock's shoulder and twisted him around so they were face to face. A tear slithered its way down Sherlock's face and he looked John in the eye, "I needed to get you home quick," he said, slumping down onto his chair. "We've got visitors" he nodded towards the kitchen where John now saw 3 people, a tall man with light brown hair, a tall woman with striking red hair, They both looked as if they'd been dragged right out of the 30's and a small girl with brown hair and a dirty red dress. "Tell him," Sherlock mumbled from his chair, "tell him what you told me," and so John listened. He listened to the strange, hipster he assumed, people and the girl in the dirty red dress.