paintball

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"Sherlock, Greg invited us. We have to go." John was already completely ready and

standing at the door with Sherlock's scarf in his hand. Greg had invited them to the

monthly Friday fun they had. Usually, Sherlock and John (Sherlock mostly) refused the

invitation. This month, however, wasn't the normal outing to a pub, they had rented a

paintball area for an hour. At the time John had convinced Sherlock that it would be

fun, but now the detective seemed to be going back on his promise.

"Sherlock, this might be your only chance to shoot Anderson." There was no reply and

John was getting worried. "If you're lucky he might not be wearing a cup." Moments

later Sherlock emerged from the hall in one of his looser pairs of dress pants, and a

black button up shirt.

"Only if I'm on your team," Sherlock said with a look of scepticism.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." John smiled, and after Sherlock put on his Belstaff

John placed his scarf around Sherlock's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Thank

you".

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They arrived right on time, just as everyone one was putting on the protective wear

that the company provided. Sherlock looked in discussed at the plastic vest and large

bulky face masks. In the meantime, John put them on and grabbed the weapon on his

choice.

"Must I?" Sherlock asked indication the safety wear.

John sat on it for a moment, then come to his dissections. "If you get shot it will leave

welts, but you have to at least wear the headgear."

Sherlock huffed but nodded

After everyone was dressed and ready they separated into teams. There were only six

of them but Sherlock refused to be on a team with anyone but John, so it was two

against four. But John thought it was only fair, although the people he was going

against definitely knew how to handle a gun, he was sure he had the advantage.

"Anderson will be out in the open like an idiot" Sherlock commented from where he

followed behind John "Sally will likely try to get up high, and although it's a good

strategy, she didn't grab the right gun for long distance. And Lestrade, I hate to say it

but he's our biggest threat at this point. I don't even know the other guy, but he's too

cocky to be good."

"You're cocky" John replied

"It's called confidence, there's a difference." The banter stopped when the ground in

front of the was his when yellow ball that exploded on contact.

"Sally" Sherlock whispered, and John took note as he hurried to cover "She's in the

building over there, the only one with two stories." And sure enough he saw the flash of

colour from the outermost window, he took aim, and although this particular gun wasn't