The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 11: The Woman

Well, this isn't going to end well, you thought. Sherlock won't leave without them especially in someone else's hands. Barely a minute must've past, but with two guns pointed at your head the time seemed to crawl by ever so painstakingly slowly. Your nerves were on edge even though a gun threatening your life wasn't anything new to you. You don't believe anyone really gets used to that, do they? You glanced at John to see he too was not used to this sort of thing, and he had been friends with Sherlock longer than you have. Your mind suddenly found a not very striking, but not surprising revelation; being associated with Sherlock painted a target on your back and one that would never go away.

If you weren't about to faint before you were now. You never thought of the future when you made your decision to help sherlock to become his friend. You were thinking of the now and possibly a tiny portion of the very near future. You were so caught up in this you hadn't realized you were being rushed into the room. You took everything in quickly. You, John, and the Woman were on your knees at the back of the room, all with a gun to your head, and Sherlock was standing at the front by the safe which contained the photos. Also with a gun pointed to his head. A gun pointed at Sherlocks head. You weren't sure why this gave you a sick feeling in your stomach yet cleared your mind of all other things.

Of course the man demanded Sherlock open the safe revealing his strong american accent. Which seemed to amuse Sherlock, and you.

"Typical," you muttered under your breath, but not quiet enough. The man with a gun to your head heard and brought the barrel down roughly onto your head. You fell to the floor with tears stinging your eyes. You tried to focus on the rug under you to try to draw your mind from the pain, but had that great, peaceful, un-gun or Woman related distraction ripped away as the guard grabbed your arm pulling you back onto your knees. While you were starring at the rug Sherlock was starring at you his look full of concern, and anger for these men, but you missed it. Unfortunately the American in charge didn't.

Once you were able to focus again Your attention went back to Sherlock who tried telling the Americans he didn't know the code, and you knew it to be true.

"I don't know the code," Sherlock stated once again.

"Fine, on the count of three shoot Miss (y/l/n) in the head, one," the American in charge ordered and you felt the cold tip of the gun pushed into the back of your head. 

"I don't know," Sherlocks voice more urgent and frantic that before. Your heart beat wildly inside your chest you thought it might explode before the trigger was pulled.

"Two..."

You closed your eyes as you anticipated the dreadful count to finish.

"Stop!" Sherlock shouted. The gun was removed from the back of your head (of course still pointed at it just not digging into you). You looked up to see sherlock begin typing in the code.

Let him be right. You wished. You believed in Sherlock Holmes to save you, you just hoped that wasn't a mistake. Sherlock finished typing in the code, and grabbed the handle, but hesitated. He was waiting but why? It clicked in your mind as Sherlock shouted what confirmed your thought, "Vatican cameos!" and he'll seemed to break loose. You dove behind a chair as the safe was opened and the booby trap went off shooting one of the Americans. You grabbed the gun off the fallen guard only to see that the rest of them had been... Taken care of. Sherlock quickly grabbed the phone and made his way over to you.

"Are you ok?" He asked. He placed his hand tenderly on the back of your head where the man had struck you. You flinched a bit when he touched the tender skin.

"I'm fine. It'll be healed in a week, but did you get them?" His cool concerned eyes never left yours.

"Yes,"