Y/N P.O.V
"Oh my god?! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" I questioned with fake worry as if I hadn't arranged the whole thing.
"I'm fine Y/N. A little smoked but I'm good." John laughed slightly.
"Anyway, you still haven't met Mary and we're engaged. You're my best friend." I rolled my eyes and looked at the tracker on my laptop.
"Anyway... I have a new Job and I have to go. I'm sure I'll see you soon though. Very soon." I shut my laptop with a smirk on my face.
"Really? What is it?" He asked and judging by his tone of voice he was smiling. I put my laptop in the case and finished my drink.
"Nothing too exciting, just some babysitting. Anyway I have to go. Bye." He sighed and said a quick 'Goodbye' and I left Speedy's, seeing the door of 221B Baker Street closing.
I went over and waited a few seconds before knocking.
Just as I did, two older people left and hurried past me, so I just let myself in. Voices came from upstairs so I decided to investigate there first.
"How are you feeling?" A deep Male voice -Sherlock- asked.
"I'm fine. Just fine. A little smoked." I opened the door and smirked at him.
"Wow John. Using the same line twice, that's not like you." They both turned to look at me.
"Y/N? I thought you were working?" John asked in utter confusion and I rolled my eyes.
"Yup. Babysitting you two. Anyway I have something to tell you." Sherlock looked at me as if he was offended but I ignored him.
"Mycroft Holmes kidnapped me yesterday and I'm now in charge of making sure he doesn't die... again." I pointed at the curly haired detective.
"I'm not sure how to feel about this." John mumbled and I laughed.
"I'm not surprised, your mind is so small and insignificant." He just laughed sarcastically.
"Who are you?" Sherlock asked.
"Besides a lying, backstabbing, two faced double agent with a small mind, few friends because of your emotional issues and little income?" Ah, so my disguise worked.
"Sherlock! You can't just-!" John began shouting but I held up my hand silencing him.
"I'm impressed Mr. Holmes. Very impressed." He narrowed his eyes at me as I smirked.
"But you got everything wrong."
"Sherlock, this is Y/N Jameson. She's my closest friend." Sherlock looked at John then back at me.
"Actually, no. This time you're wrong John." John also looked confused.
"My name is Y/N Ashworth. I work for the British Government, I own a mansion, I have more acquaintances than you can count, and I don't have 'emotional issues' I'm a sociopath with psychopathic tendencies. Anything else?" John looked betrayed.
"You lied to me?" John asked in shock.
"Lying, backstabbing, two faced. Pay attention John." Sherlock glared at me.
"Leave."
"Nope." I smirked and sat in a black leather chair.
"I have my reasons to why I lied and they don't concern either of you." Sherlock looked offended and John looked pissed.
"You- you've lied to me... for two years? You're no better than him!" He pointed at Sherlock, and I just shrugged.
"I can't believe this!"
"John you're being a drama queen. Stop." He looked like he was going to continue to shout and so did Sherlock.
"Don't you dare say a THING!" I shouted the last word at the top of my voice and they both looked surprised at my outburst and I sighed.
"I don't care for your opinions on me so continue whatever the hell you were doing and question me later." Sherlock glared at me and started going on about a case, but I wasn't listening. I put my headphones in and listened to a random music playlist.
~Le Skip~
"Y/N!" John shouted and I opened my eyes. It was darker out now.
"There's a bomb, we need to go!" I jumped up and we grabbed our coats as we ran out of the flat.
Of course I knew there was a bomb, I just didn't know where or how to deactivate it.
We walked in silence down to Westminster Station and I cautiously followed behind the detective and the doctor.
"So the tube carriage is carrying a bomb?" I asked calmly and John sighed.
"Must be." Sherlock replied and John pulled out his phone.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked quickly as we continued walking.
"I'm calling the police." John confirmed and my eyes widened.
"What? No!" Sherlock replied as if he was offended.
"Sherlock, this isn't a game. They need to evacuate parliament." John snapped quietly and I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Sherlock's right. The police get in the way." I assured and John sent me a hesitant look. Oh yeah... I forgot he doesn't trust me anymore. How boring.
"We need something more efficient." Sherlock decided, pulling a crowbar out of his long coat.
"What the- do you just carry that around?" I asked in shock but they just ignored me.
"That's illegal." John stated and Sherlock smirked.
"A bit." The curly haired detective cracked open the lock and I followed them both inside, Sherlock closing the door behind me.
He pulled out 3 torches from his coat and handed 2 of them to me and John.
"Seriously... that coat must be unbelievably heavy." I muttered under my breath and Sherlock chuckled before becoming completely serious again and leading the search for the bomb.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked John suspiciously.
"Coming." John replied, slipping his phone back into his pocket as I rolled my eyes.
I stuck the hand I wasn't using holding up the torch, behind my back and gripped the handle of my gun, glad I was the one at the back.
"Ew." I whispered as we 'explored' the giant metal caves, looking for any evidence to where the bomb might be.
"That doesn't make sense." Sherlock muttered as we reached the railway tracks.
"There's nowhere else it could be."
