You groaned and glared at the ceiling, gun shots erupting every few seconds from the upstairs flat.
There were perks of living in 221C Baker Street, Mrs.Hudson was definitely the best. But, there was a one large, and extremely handsome downside. Mr.Sherlock Holmes.
You would hear him pacing at all hours of the night. You were forced to listen to him play his violin, sometimes you thought he was killing it.
You could hear him shoot that poor wall, you could smell all sorts of things, blood, decaying body parts, you name it. And his fights with his flat mate were the worst.
But now you've had it. All you heard was yelling and loud footsteps. You stormed up to his flat and knocked loudly on the door. "Sherlock Holmes open this door now!" You screamed.
A bald man opened the door a smirked. "Looks like we have another pretty little hostage." He chuckled in an American accent.
You swallow led hard and turned to run but you felt the butt of a gun hit the back of your head and you collapse unconscious at the blow.
When you woke up you were tied to a chair with Mrs.Hudson and the Americans were talking. You and Mrs.Hudson exchanged glances and watched as the two back up men left. You heard grunts and the men never came back.
You watched Sherlock run in and quickly grab the man pinning him to the wall. Without another word he threw the man out the window and repeated this multiple time before Lestrade arrived and arrested the man.
Sherlock ran up and untied Mrs.Hudson then moved to you. "I'm sorry you were pulled into this Y/n. I didn't mean for any of this to happen to you or Mrs.Hudson I swear." He said and kissed your forehead before hugging you.
You blushed and let him embrace you. After the initial affection that day he never let you get hurt again.
