Silence In Belgravia
The Silence goes Silent
Even with a gun in his face, John's kept his cool, thanking the man for silencing the alarm.
Pushing the door open, the man who seemed to be in charge barged in, gun raised and ready to shoot the two occupants. "Hands on your head." He turned to Irene. "On the floor. Keep it still."
John and Rose were brought in and thrown to the floor. "Sorry Sherlock." John said.
"Miss Adler, on the floor." Demanded the man and so the woman was put to kneel with John and Rose.
"Don't you want me on the floor too?" Sherlock asked, his tone light, his face mocking, humours dancing in his eyes.
The man in charge turned to Sherlock. "No, sir. I want you to open the safe."
Sherlock frowned. "American."
"Best deduction yet, Sherlock." Rose muttered quickly, not able to help herself with the little remark.
"Interesting, though." Sherlock said, ignoring her, looking to Irene instead. "Why would you care?"
"Sir, the safe, now…please." The American said, voice tight.
Sherlock just shrugged lightly. "I don't know the code."
The American seemed a little calmer now. "We've been listening. She said she told you the code."
"Well if you've been listening you'd know that she didn't." Came the quick reply.
The calm was slowly moving on to frustration and annoyance though, the man raising his gun a little higher in response. "I'm assuming I've missed something. From your own reputation I'm assuming you didn't Mr Holmes."
"For god's sake!" Came John's voice. "She the one who knows the code, just ask her!"
"Yes sir." Said the American. "She also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm. I've learned not to trust this woman."
Miss Adler shook her head. "Mr Holmes doesn't know -"
"Shut up!" the American told her, cutting her off. "One more word out of you, just one, and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head! That for me, will not be hardship." He grinned. Rose really did think he looked insane. Sherlock however seemed to become very serious and appeared to quite dislike the man in front of him. "Mr Archer, on the count of three, shoot Miss Spencer."
"What!?" John exclaimed. "Leave her alone."
Rose just sighed as she felt the gun against her hair, knowing if anyone could get her out of this, Sherlock could. And she completely trusted him. "Always me who gets threatened. Your turn next time John."
Mr Archer just pushed the gun into the base of her neck though, forcing her to bow her head, wincing in pain from the cold metal.
"I don't know the code." Sherlock said, serious as ever. Rose hoped he was lying.
"One." The American started counting.
"I don't know the code." Sherlock implored.
"Two!"
"She didn't tell me!" Sherlock said, raising his voice at the pressure he was under. "I don't know it!"
Rose had never heard him shout before; now it may just be one of the last things she hears.
"I'm prepared to believe you any second now." The American said smugly.
"Sherlock, little help might be nice here." Rose said, trying to be strong and calm in the situation, but her worries were showing clear in her voice; Sherlock didn't have the code and she was going to be the one to pay for it.
Sherlock looked to Irene, brain trying to find an answer before his friend lost her brain to a bullet.
He couldn't find an answer though. And it was too late. The American's voice was final and just a tad regretful.
"Three."