With all the stress I forgot about Halloween.
"It's Halloween," I tell John.
"We don't really celebrate,"'John replies.
"I know but it still exists and I forgot," I shrug.
Sherlock rushes in excitedly,"it's Halloween."
"I thought you don't celebrate," I tell him.
"We don't but Mycroft needs us to stop a terrorist at a costume party," he explains.
"There is no way to get last minute costumes," I sigh.
"You don't need any," Mycroft enters.
"I thought it was a costume party," I say.
"More like a masquerade ball and I have your outfits," as he finishes a group walks in.
I have the team put me in a white dress, with glittery makeup, red lips, snowflake earrings and hair. The final touch is a snowflake necklace.
"The necklace is so pretty," I comment.
"Not our idea," the lady winks.
Confused I just nod and finish getting ready.
"Here's the mask," she tells me.
I walk out and see Sherlock in a white suit Avd plane white mask, John has a dark suit with a dark mask.
"Nice necklace," John tells me, throwing a look at Sherlock.
"I know, it's my favorite have no idea who got it," I shrug.
We go over fake names I am Lydia (if that's you name use Caitlin) Rowemen, Sherlock my husband, Alexander, and John is Jacob Michaels.
We head to the grand ball, I'm the only one in a snow theme.
"Hello," a voice behind me startled me.
"Good evening," I reply.
"I am Richard Dawson and this is my father's party," he smiles.
"I'm Lydia Rowemen," I reply.
"Sweetheart who is this," Sherlock asks me?
I introduce them and as the night goes on the weirder that man acts.
"I'm assuming he's the terrorist," Sherlock mutters.
"Why because he tried to flirt with her," John asks?
"No if you look at the way the suit is slightly too short, his father can afford this he'd have a new suit every month. He looks to tan to be related to the host and he smells of hair dye meaning he isn't red headed by nature. Also his watch has an alarm set for 8:23 what a when the bombs go off," Sherlock deduced.
"I agree I should subtilely interrogate," I say.
"No, you are not leaving my side," Sherlock orders.
"Come on-" I get cut off, "no."
I grumble in my seat then we watch as Richard runs into the room with the bombs.
I try to get Sherlock and John's attention but it doesn't work.
"That's it you are coming with me," I say annoyed.
I drag Sherlock by his sleeves.
"What are you doing," he asks?
"Shhh bombs and sketch guy," I whisper yell.
We find him and quickly notice him setting something up in a suitcase.
"I hear you," he says calmly.
"You with Moriarty," I ask?
"Yes, and the bombs should take you out. I'll let the pretty one come with me," he smirks.
Nope.
"That's it," I run and grab the bomb suitcase.
"Oops," he laughs then pulls the trigger.
"Y/n give it to me you'll be safe," Sherlock urges.
"It's ok I've got this," I tell him.
I hear him yelling for me, I run outside Avd I still have a minute. Sherlock is behind me, I run fast and soon I'm deep into the woods.
"Ten seconds," I yell in panic!
I throw it, yet not far enough. I feel hot Avd suddenly I'm asleep.
Sherlock's p o v
"Y/n this is all my fault," I cry out.
Suddenly her still body takes a gasping breath, but she is asleep. Asleep is alive, I wipe tears from my eyes and carry her to a hospital.
"Miss l/n took some bad burns and the explosion hurt her brain and hit a nerve. She has a ten percent chance of living and eight percent chance of being able to use her legs," the nurse tells us.
I won't eat or sleep until she wakes up.
