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Not an ordinary night in the not-so-ordinary and boring world she got herself into.
Y/N found herself lying on the floor of a familiar room. She has seen it but on a TV series not in real life.
Two men were standing before her, giving...
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Sherlock gazes down at John, puts the gun down on the floor then removes the bomb vest from John who's knees are trembling and shaking under his breath when finally Moriarty walks out of the place.
"All right?" Sherlock asked as he removed the straps, "Are you all right?" He raises his voice and then goes behind John to remove the vest.
"Yeah, Yeah. I'm fine." He paused with his shaky words, "I'm fine but Y/N, you gotta, we need to find her. Save her. Sherlock. Sherlock!" John said shaking his head and stumbling on his foot when Sherlock ripped the vest and slid it down on the end of the poolside.
Sherlock looks at John for a second before he hurries to get his pistol then goes through the door which Moriarty used to get out.
"Oh, Christ." John breathes heavily, staggers towards a cubicle near him to support himself, and slides down to sit.
He braced his back on the edge of the cubicle while calming down. Sherlock came back out after he didn't see Moriarty anywhere. He starts pacing back and forth near John, scratching his back head with his gun.
"Are you okay?" John asked his friend who seemed distracted.
"Me? Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. Fine." He lowers the gun and turns to John with eyes breathless.
"That, er...thing that you, er, that you did, that, um..." He clears his throat before continuing, "You offered to do. That was, um...good."
John staring blankly ahead replied, "I'm glad no one saw that."
Sherlock hums and looks at John confused. "Hmm?"
John fixing his inner coat replied, "You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk." He said not meeting Sherlock's gaze.
"Y/N might talk, Sherlock." He looks up to his friend reminding Sherlock with the look he sent and nods in understanding, thinking where your location might be.
Sherlock shrugs tilting his head, "People do little else." He looks down at John and grins. John snorted preparing himself to stand up. Then a laser begins to move on his chest, he looks down, his face filled with horror.
"Oh..." John said in anguish.
"Sorry, boys! I'm soooooo changeable!"
Moriarty cheerfully re-enters the poolside like something never happened. John shakes his head in disbelief while Sherlock looks up to the viewing area upstairs calculating how many snipers are in the area as more of the lasers are pointing to both of their chests and heads.
Moriarty spreads his arms as he stands like he is presenting himself.
"It is a weakness with me but, to be fair to myself, it is my only weakness."
