*bites lip* Well, this one is done. I don't know how I feel about it, but I'm not particularly confident.

Thanks to ZAP and Zealister for the prompt.

"You seriously want us to go through with this?"

"Yes."

"You want us to climb over that?"

"And back. Yes."

"Isn't that a bit suicidal?"

"Perhaps."

"You do realise you're insane."

"Lestrade, do shut up. It's quite annoying."

The D.I. begrudgingly shut his mouth as he and John watched Sherlock scan the large electric fence before them.

"It's off," the detective said, "So we shouldn't have to worry about that."

Lestrade narrowed his eyes sceptically.

"Really? You're positive?"

With an indignant look, Sherlock marched up to the fence and pulled his glove off.

"Sherlock, what the hell!" John whispered harshly at him.

But when the detective firmly grasped the wiring of the fence, nothing happened and he smirked at the doctor.

John sighed and grabbed his chest.

"Jesus, Sherlock, don't fucking do that to me."

"See? I'm fine. We'll all be fine," Sherlock reassured the two other men. "It's safe to climb."

Lestrade leaned against the car.

"Isn't there some other way? You know, one that's less risky?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"I assure you that this is the best course of action to take."

Lestrade sighed.

"Look, why don't John and I wait over here for you? I'm not sure I want to risk my neck climbing over a fence that will eventually become a death trap.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Fine, fine."

John, after wiping a slight bit of sweat from his brow, walked over to the fence along with his flatmate.

"I'm coming with you, then. I don't trust you on your own with electricity."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"Very well, then. John and I will return shortly, Lestrade. Have your gun at the ready and call for reinforcements."

The D.I. shook his head.

"I still think this is a bad idea. Just be careful, you two."

"Alright now, John," Sherlock said, facing the man beside him. "Off we go."

The two flatmates resented the fact that the fence was so goddamned tall, but with some determination, they were up one side and down the other within a good four minutes.

Sherlock, somehow being the quicker one, hopped down onto the ground below first, John following him not long after.

"Okay. So, how do we do this?" John asked as he brushed himself off.

"The important thing is that we get in undetected."

John slightly pursed his lips and furrowed his brow.

"Don't they have cameras on us?"

Sherlock shook his head.

"No. Despite the fact that the cameras are on, they don't provide the clearest image. Especially at night. This building is quite old, and so are the cameras."

John nodded.

"Right. Okay. So, let me make sure I have this all right in my head: we disable the alarm, sneak into the maintenance room, find the breaker that turns the fence on, rig it so it can't be manually turned off again, flip the switch, and run like hell so that way we can climb up and over the fence before it powers on?"

"And trap the three men inside, yes."

John crossed his arms.

"Okay. That is perhaps the shittiest idea I have ever heard, but I'm in. How hard d'you think it will be to disable the alarm?"

"Not very. One snip of the wires and we'll be fine," Sherlock said as he waved some wire cutters in the air. He placed them back in his pocket. "Once we get inside, I'll handle the switch while you stand guard."

"Okay."

Three and a half minutes and the flatmates had disabled the alarm and had snuck into the base, tiptoeing into the nearby maintenance room.

"Good idea choosing the back door," John whispered as he peered around the corner if the small room, looking out for any one of the men.

"That was the only logical choice, John," Sherlock mumbled as he popped open the door cover hiding the switch. "Ah! Here we are."

John's breath hitched when he heard footsteps close to where they were.

"How quickly can you get things done?" he whispered to his flatmate.

"Give me a minute, John. I'm quite close to having this figured out."

John let out a small breath and looked back around the corner, seeing a shadow stretching across the outside of the room.

"Sherlock..."

"Hold on, John."

"We have company."

Sherlock briefly looked over his shoulder to look at his companion.

"If things escalate, do whatever you must."

John nodded.

"Hurry."

After a bit more fiddling with the mechanics of the switch, Sherlock grunted in approval when he finally got it rigged.

"Perfect. Are you ready to run, John?"

The doctor nodded.

"Go."

And Sherlock yanked the switch upwards.

*Power: 10%*

"Go, John!"

And they dashed out of the room, Sherlock in front, John behind.

"Oi!" a man shouted at the pair, immediately starting to fire shots.

"Are you alright?!" Sherlock shouted behind him.

There was no point in trying to be quiet. They were already discovered.

"Just keep going! I'll catch up!" John called after him.

Sherlock heard shots being exchanged, the sound of a wounded man crying out as he fell.

God, he hoped that wasn't John.

He soon reached the base of the fence and scowled at it's height.

"John!" he shouted behind him, looking out for his companion.

"I'm coming!" he heard him yell back. "Start climbing!"

After hesitating, Sherlock finally started to climb the fence. He had nearly reached the top when he felt extra shaking at the bottom.

"I'm right behind you!" John yelled up at him. "Don't stop!"

Sherlock nodded and kept going, swinging his leg over the top of the fence and climbing down.

"Jesus Christ, Sherlock, hurry up!" Lestrade yelled after him. "I can't imagine you have a lot of time!"

"Shut up, Graham!" Sherlock yelled back at him.

He finally reached the ground, stumbling backwards as he jumped down.

The warning lights on the fence started to blink, the dust covering them making them appear dimmer.

"Hurry, John!"

He heard the distant sound of sirens.

John swung his leg over the fence. The other two men who hadn't been shot down were trying to climb the fence after the doctor.

"Get back!" Lestrade yelled at those two, firing a few shots at the fence, convincing them to hop back down.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief as John climbed down the other side, getting closer and closer to the ground.

Things were going to be fine.

And in the blink of an eye and a sickening surge of electricity, John was thrown to the ground.

He twitched a bit, and then ceased all movement.

Both Sherlock and Lestrade gasped and ran over to the motionless doctor, dragging him away from the powered on fence. The two criminals stood on the other side trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened.

"Move, Lestrade," Sherlock hissed at the D.I. "Move!"

Lestrade immediately stepped out of the way, leaving Sherlock to tend to the unconscious man.

"John, tell me you're alright," the detective pleaded, placing his fingertips where he knew John's carotid artery resided.

There was nothing.

"No," Sherlock commanded. "Don't do this, John. Don't be an idiot. Don't die."

He started pumping on his friend's chest.

"Don't you dare go and do something as idiotic as die on me."

He then breathed into John's lungs twice, frustrated when that failed to work.

As he went to do more compressions, Lestrade pushed him aside.

"I'll do compressions. You do mouth-to-mouth."

There was no room for arguing.

"I called an ambulance, too. I figured we might be needing one," Lestrade grunted as he pumped away on the doctor's chest. "Breathe."

Sherlock frantically pinched John's nose and breathed for him twice.

"You two are idiots," Lestrade growled as he continued with the compressions. "I knew it was risky, and I was right. I should have never let you go through with this. Breathe."

Twice Sherlock breathed into John.

His heart still refused to beat.

"You dragged John and me out here in the middle of the night, confident that this shoddy plan of yours would go smoothly- Breathe."

Two more panicked breaths.

"And what was the result? Three men ended up trapped behind a fence, now watching as you and I try to resuscitate our dead friend! Breathe."

Sherlock breathed into John.

Still no response.

"I'm sorry," Sherlock said, his voice quavering.

He wasn't sure who it was he was apologising to.

Lestrade ignored him and continued with the chest compressions.

"Come on, John," he muttered. "Come on, don't do this. Don't do this, mate, please." He nodded at Sherlock. "Breathe."

As Sherlock blew once into John's lungs, the doctor gasped and coughed, panting desperately for air.

The relieved sigh that Sherlock and Lestrade emitted seemed to echo around them.

Sherlock helped John into a siting position before laying his head in his lap, keeping his fingers on the man's neck.

"Didn't make it in time, huh?" John wheezed, his eyes shifting to look at the fence. He coughed again.

Sherlock smiled softly at him.

"You were quite close to making it to the bottom."

John snorted.

"Figures. Jesus, my head," he groaned.

Sherlock watched as three more police cars pulled into the area, closely followed by an ambulance.

Lestrade patted John on the chest, absent-mindedly rubbing his hand in circles over the doctor's heart.

"It's okay, mate. Everything's okay now. There's an ambulance here for you."

John went to sit up, but both Lestrade and Sherlock prevented him from doing so.

"But that other guy's shot," John slurred, closing his eyes tightly.

"He'll be fine, John. Lestrade will call another ambulance for him. Right now, we need to get you taken care of."

John sighed.

"Jesus, I'm sore."

Sherlock nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten us into this mess."

John smirked and looked at Lestrade.

"Made sure you chastised him, hm?"

Lestrade laughed a bit.

"Well, to be fair to him, you're the one who went running after him."

John shrugged.

"Sort of my job, though. If I hadn't been there, the idiot would have gotten himself shot and killed."

Sherlock frowned.

"I'm right here, you know."

John chuckled.

"It's true."

The detective softened his expression and looked worriedly into his blogger's eyes as he stroked the man's staticky hair. If the moment were appropriate, he would have laughed at how silly it looked. But the moment was far from appropriate.

"You died, John," Sherlock said. "Your heart wasn't beating. I thought you weren't coming back."

"He's right, mate. You scared the hell out of us. Don't do that again," Lestrade told him.

John smiled at them both.

"Sorry for scaring you."

"Sir!" Donovan's voice called a ways away.

Lestrade looked apologetically at John.

"That's for me. You going to be alright?"

Both Sherlock and John nodded.

"Okay. Sherlock, you get him to the ambulance. He needs attention."

The detective nodded.

"Of course."

As Lestrade walked away, Sherlock helped John stand.

"Jesus Christ," John groaned. "Oh my God, that hurts."

"I really am sorry, John," Sherlock said, supporting his friend's weight.

"Well, my week wouldn't be complete without one of you plans going awry, would it?"

Sherlock helped John walk towards the ambulance.

"I suppose not. But this one in particular was carelessly thrown together."

John shrugged.

"I guess. But hey, things are okay now, right?"

Sherlock looked over to see Donovan and Lestrade exchanging a few words next to officers working on disabling the fence.

"Yes. I suppose they are."

"How about we indulge in some good old-fashioned crap tele when we get home?" John said.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you and your ridiculous pastimes."

"I'll settle for some tea and your music," John said with a smile.

Sherlock smirked.

"I'll see what I can do."

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Yeah, so... that one's over. Sorry it was a bit not good. I wanted to get the story updated ASAP, writer's block was preventing me from doing so, yada yada yada... Anyway, long story short, this is what happened. But hey, you made it through this one, so kudos to you.

I promise I've seen all of the prompts, and I've written them down. Right now it's just a matter of seeing how I can work with what you all have given me. But I would still love some more... ;)