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#and i just really like lestrade as someone who doesn't mind making a small joke at his own expense if it means cheering up a friend
usalock · 2 months
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This sort of case would have interested our old friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Yes, indeed.
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spencersgfwrites · 2 years
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authors note: this is from johns pov btw
 "Rosie, you cannot come! We're investigating a murder, it won't be safe." I say. Rosie narrows her eyes at me.
"So what? You and Sherlock are going and otherwise I'll be home alone. Now which is more safe, being with an ex-army doctor and the only consulting detective, or being home alone?" Rosie says.
Before I can form a response Sherlock cuts in. "She has a point you know," he says. Of course he would take her side.
"Fine," I begrudgingly say, " but listen to Sherlock and don't wander off." I say, and she gives me a big smile.
"Thanks dad!" She says, and happily bounces off.
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We are sneaking around a warehouse, looking for the killer. He's killed 5 people in the last week, all of them children. We only found him because of his last video where Sherlock figured out where he was because of the sunlight's angle and the sound of the train behind him. Even though he does it all the time, it does always amaze me how he can deduce so much from one video. I'm shaken out of my thoughts by a sudden noise behind me. Sherlock and I turn around and we see a sight that makes me scared out of my mind.
I see a man holding a knife to Rosie's neck. She is slightly struggling, but not too much, thank god, so the knife doesn't cut her. I freeze, not wanting to do anything that could jeopardize my daughter's life. If Sherlock hadn't spoken up I don't think I would have done anything for several more moments. "So you must be the Golden Killer, the murderer who uses a gold knife to stab his victims and take their gold. I almost thought you were a particularly gold hungry rat for a while!" Sherlock says, almost casually. He even almost laughs at the end. I feel the overwhelming urge to punch Sherlock in his face for joking at a time like this. My daughter has a knife held to her through and he's joking.
"You think this is funny Holmes? It won't be funny when you have her dead body laying at your feet." The "Golden Killer" sneers.
"Oh please, you aren't going to kill her." Sherlock says calmly. I now really feel like punching him but know if I do it will not be good for either of us. Though later I know I very well might punch him.
"And why is that?" The Golden Killer says, clearly not expecting Sherlocks answer.
"Because if you did then you won't have anyone to threaten me with," Sherlock matter of factly states, as if he's trying to provoke the killer. The Golden killer just snarls and pulls Rosies small boy closer to him and presses the knife into her neck even harder. I see a dot of blood spill out from under the knife and realise he's pierced the skin. I can only assume Sherlock realizes this too, and also realizes that this means if he presses the knife too much harder into her skin the Golden Killer could cause some real damage to Rosie, which makes me extremely worried.
Suddenly a gunshot fires and it hits the Golden Killer directly in the chest, instantly killing him. He falls to the floor and drops the knife. I rush over to Rosie and hug her very tightly as she quietly cries into my shoulder. I feel stupid for letting her come.. Now I push her back so I can get a better view of her neck, and I see that it's only a small cut, and won't even leave a scar. Greg Lestrade comes rushing over holding a gun that I assume is the one that killed a man a minute ago.
"Sherlock what the hell?" Lestrade says, obviously slightly freaking out about the fact he just killed someone. As Sherlock explains I walk with Rosie over to the ambulance that just pulled up. They give her a band aid and make sure she's alright which she is ,thank god. While she's being checked out I begin to feel angry at Sherlock again. I mean, what kind of person jokes while a knife is being held to a kid's neck. And to think I thought Sherlock really cared about my daughter.
Since Sherlock, Rosie, and I all came in the same car, once we're all ready to leave and Lestrade has gotten all the details out of Sherlock, we get in and drive to my house. Since Sherlock is, well, Sherlock, he invites himself in. I make sure Rosie's alright before I leave her alone. I'm tempted to stay in her room until she falls asleep, but I have to remind myself she's ten and can put herself to sleep.
I walk downstairs, and see Sherlock sitting at my counter, typing something in his phone. He doesn't notice I've come downstairs until I clear my throat rather loudly. He looks up, and upon seeing my face which i assume looks rather mad he looks concerned. But to be fair, I am quite mad. I mean what kind of monster doesn't care when a knife is being held to a kid's neck, especially when it's the same kid that when she gave him a father's day gift when she was 5 almost cried.
"You're mad at me aren't you?" Sherlocks says. Well no shit.
"Yep." I say, very aware of how tight my voice sounds.
"Whatever for? Today I took down a killer and-" I cut off his explanation as I can no longer contain my rage.
"When my kid had a knife at her throat you weren't even worried! You practically were joking around!" I say loudly, though hopefully not loud enough for Rosie to hear.
"Well I-" Sherlock begins to say, but I cut him off again.
"I mean, I always knew you didn't care about strangers, but come on Sherlock. She's not exactly a stranger is she? I mean what kind of freak doesn't care" I burst out. As soon as I say it I realize I shouldn't have. Sherlock practically pulls backwards.
"You were the only person who didn't call me that," He says, and i can only watch as every wall of Sherlock's I'd broken down goes back up. Tears start to form in his eyes and he abruptly stands up and walks quickly to the door.
"Sher-" I say but Sherlock leaves before I can finish. I know I messed up, and possibly just lost my best friend.
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