Diversion

"Are you out of your mind!?" Sherlock yelled. "He's a worthless man, and we hate each other. He won't help."

"But Sherlock, he likes me. I'm sure he'll help me out. Just let me ask!"

"No. Absolutely not."

I sighed, and looked to John for help. "John, tell him that Jim is our only hope."

John took a moment, and thought about it.

"Yes, Sherlock. I believe Emily is right. Jim has more connections than you, and he may be able to find out who's behind all this. I think we should give it a try."

"Damn it John, I can figure this out myself! I don't need that pompous, ignorant, larvae coming into my cases. He needs to stay out of my life."

"But Sherlock, this isn't exactly your life we're talking about. It's Emily's life, and we promised to keep her safe, even if that means bringing Moriarty into it." John said, as he slipped Jim's number to me behind his back. Sherlock had a scowl on his face, but he didn't argue anymore.

"Fine. But I'm not speaking to him." He said as he stormed off to the bedroom.

"Good, now that the baby is done with his tantrum, let's get Jim on the phone." John said as he leaned over me. I let out a giggle, and dialed Jim's number. He picked up right away.

"Miss Emily I presume?"

"Yes, It is Emily. How did you know?"

"I have caller ID, and Sherlock would never actually call me. So I assumed it was you. Do you need anything?"

"Yes, actually. Remember that guy in the black coat?"

"Of course. Is he back?"

"Yea, and it looks like he multiplied. There's about ten of them surrounding Sherlock's apartment. They want me dead. Do you think you could help?"

"Yes. I will defiantly help, I'll have a diversion, and a taxi for you, in about 12 to 15 minutes. Sometimes the app takes a while to load. See you soon Emily!" He said right before the phone clicked off.

"Ok, he's on his way." I said to John.

"Right, then let's get you bundled up, and I want you near me or Sherlock at all times. You are not to even touch Jim. Do you understand?"

"Yes dad, whatever you say." I said sarcastically. But John didn't find it funny. He sat down in a chair next to me, and held my hand.

"Listen Emily, I know I'm being overprotective, but you don't know Jim. He may be helping, but he always has an alternative motive. I just want you to be safe, and putting you at the mercy of Jim is not safe at all. Believe me, I'm just as upset as Sherlock is. If there was a better option, I would have taken it." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. "But this is what we have to work with. Now put on some warm clothes while I try to calm Sherlock down." He said as he winked at me. I went into my bag and pulled out the warmest clothes I had, which weren't that warm. I went to the kitchen to wait for John and Sherlock.

John walked out first, followed by a seething Sherlock. But as soon as they saw my thin shirt, they both went mad.

"Emily, I told you to wear something warm." John said, walking up to me.

"This is all I have, John. I'm sure I'll be fine. I'm going straight to the taxi anyway." I said as I went for the door.

Sherlock stepped in front of me and handed me his coat.

"Here, wear mine. It's warm."

I took it, and slipped into it. John came up to me and buttoned the coat up, all the way to my neck.

"Much better. Ok, are we ready to go?" John asked, putting his own jacket on. Sherlock nodded, and threw a pistol to John.

"It's loaded, no safety lock. If Jim touches her, blow his brains out." Sherlock said as he opened up the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I walked up to him.

"Didn't Jim tell you? I'm the diversion." He winked at me, and went out the door. I turned to John.

"What does he think he's doing? He could get killed!" I said as I ran to the window. John quickly pulled me back.

"Emily, you are not to be seen. Stay back. I'll tell you what's happening." He said as he moved me away from the window. I nodded and pressed my back against the wall as John opened the window. I heard gunshots, and jumped to my feet.

"Is he ok?" I said, standing behind John.

"Yes, he was the one who fired. He's killed some of them, but the rest are following him down the street. And a taxi just pulled up." John turned to me and looked me in the eye. "Are you ready?"

"Let's do it." I said. And we sprinted down to the awaiting taxi.