A Study in Pink [Reader Insert]

      John peered out of the window. "He's gone. Sherlock just drove off in a cab!"

     "I told you," said Donovan with pity in her eyes. "He does that." She turned to Lestrade. "He bloody left, again. We're wasting our time!"

     Lestrade looked uncertain. "We-we could phone him."

     "Does it matter? Any of it?" She stepped closer to Lestrade, confidential. "He's just a lunatic, and he'll always let you down. You're wasting your time. All our time."                                

     "Let's just call him, and we'll see-"

     "What's the use!?" she snapped. "You know he won't pick up anyway! What's the use? Why do you put up with him?"

     "Because Sherlock Holmes is a great man... and with a little luck, he may even be a good one."

     Donovan shook her head. "No, it's because we're bloody desperate for that lunatic's help. But mark my words, if we keep listening to him, we're going to end up dead. He's crazy. Like I said, you're wasting all our time. Call it off."

 You and John watched helplessly as Lestrade gave in and started to round up the officers, telling them it was time to wrap it up. John seemed to turn to you for some guidance, to get you to stop this, to get them to stay. He knew something wasn't right. And the fact that you were just letting it happen, watching them file out, only made Watson more uneasy.

     But as soon as the last person was filed out, you snatched up your phone, which was now on a rather low battery. You begun to type on it as you said to John, "Sherlock's in danger; the taxi he just got into is being driven by the serial killer."

     John's eyes widened with fear and worry. "What do we do, (Y/N)?"

     "We hail a cab of our own," you replied calmly, still swiping at your phone. "We're going after him, of course."

     "How!? We don't even know he's being driven! He could be dead already!"

     You rolled your eyes. "John, as ever, your ignorance astounds me. I would never be so dumb as to let go of a serial killer- a real, proper serial killer- without having some means of finding him. Besides, I swiped his license plate number, remember? Grab your coat." You went and held the door open for John.

     As he passed through the door, he asked, "What do you mean?"

     "I put a speaker and a tracker on him."

     "On the serial killer?" The two of you made it out the door.

      "No," you replied. "On Sherlock."

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     You'd found the location Sherlock was being taken to and ordered the cabbie to drive you and John there. Now you were holding the phone on speaker out in front of you.

     "You've got yourself a fan!" An unfamiliar voice was saying. The taxi driver. 

     There was a brief silence before you heard Sherlock's voice say, "Tell me more." 

     "That's all you're ever going to know..." growled the taxi driver, "in this lifetime." 

     (A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter. And btw, I appreciate the  comments!)