SherlockxReader: Serial Killer

"Are you just going to stand there?" Sherlock asked, setting his gun on the coffee table.

You stepped into the flat after shutting the door behind you. "Where's John?" Doctor John Watson, Sherlock's flat mate, and often his assistant on cases. He usually was the one that kept Sherlock from taking his boredom out of poor Mrs. Hudson's wall.

"He's out on a date." Sherlock dropped into his chair, running his fingers though his bed head. "Cindy? Sarah? Something like that."

"And I'm guessing you don't have any new cases either." You sat in John's usual seat next to his desk where his laptop sat. Sherlock had become increasingly well known thanks to the blog John wrote about him, though Sherlock didn't see it that way.

"Nothing of any worth! A lost pet and a woman lost her hat! Her hat! I'm a damn detective!" Sherlock hit the arm rest of his chair. "Where's a serial killer when I need one?!"

"Your the first person that ever asked for one. Though that would be more interesting then finding a woman's lost hat."

Sherlock groaned and was about to say something when his phone rang. He reached for it on the coffee table, right next to the pistol, and put it to his ear. "It's about damn time you called me with something." He paused listening to the person on the other end of the line. "Where?...I'll be right there." He ended the call and stood up. "We're going." He walked over to the coat rack, grabbing his coat and slipping it on.

You blinked looking at him. "We?"

Sherlock took down his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. "You'll serve as John's replacement. There's no time to get him from his date." He opened the door. "Hurry up or you'll have to get your own cab." He then walked out of the room.

Jumping from your seat, you exclaimed, "Wait! I don't even know where we're going!" You rushed out of the room and took the steps two at a time to keep up with Sherlock's long stride. Thankfully, you were able to keep up with him and soon found yourself in the back of the cab next to Sherlock. "Now, are you going to tell me what's going on?"

Sherlock didn't look up from his phone. "We're going to a crime scene of course. Where do you think we would be running off to?"

"I figured that much. But what about details? I'm guessing it's a murder, were they male? Female? How were they killed? Details like that."

"I don't know."

You blinked. "You don't know?"

"It's more interesting not knowing anything when you walk into the crime scene. It gives me a clean slate to think about what I see with my own two eyes."  

"I suppose that makes sense." You leaned back in your seat as the cab raced down the busy streets of London.

The cab finally came to a stop behind where five police cars blocked the road. Police tape blocked entrance to one of the apartment buildings. Without a word Sherlock got out of the cab and started walking to the tape. You moved to follow him, when the cab driver demanded his fee. You grumbled about getting your money back, before giving the man his money, and rushed out after Sherlock, who was ducking under the police tape.

One of the police manning the tape stood at attention quickly. "Hey! Stay behind the line!" Sherlock ignored him. heading towards the building with you trailing behind him, a bit nervous. "Hey! Stop!" The officer went to grab Sherlock, which wouldn't have ended well. Thankfully, before he could, Inspector Lestrade stepped forward and blocked the officer.

"They're with me. Let them though." The office stepped back and went back to his post. Lestrade turned to you and Sherlock. "Let's go in, you'll want to see this." He then blinked noticing you. "Wait, who's this? Where's John?"

"John is on a date, this is his replacement (Name)." You nodded in greeting and Lestrade did the same back. "Now that that's out of the way, let's go inside already." Sherlock made his way quickly to the apartment and you were suddenly reminded of a kid going into a candy store. You smiled a bit at the image and followed after Sherlock with Lestrade. Lestrade guided you and Sherlock upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Lying on the bed was a young woman in her 20s, the bed sheet around her was soaked in blood coming from a deep cut in her neck. Sherlock walked over and started to examine the body. You stood back with Lestrade, not wanting to get in Sherlock's way.

"Seeing a dead body doesn't bother you?" Lestrade asked, glancing over at you as you looked around the room.

You looked at him. "Not really. I mean it's terrible that this happened, but I'm okay."

"(Name), come here." Sherlock called you over to the bed. You walked to him, being careful not to disturb the crime scene. "Tell me, what do you see?"

"A young woman in her 20s with a deep cut to her neck." You commented, looking at the victim.

"I know that." Sherlock scolded. "Look closer and tell me what you see."

You looked back at the young woman. "She fought back." You pointed to the woman's hand. "One of her nails is broken and I think there is skin under her nails."

"Yes and how boring." Sherlock looked at Lestrade. "You called me in for this? Even a complete newbie," he gestures to you, "can see what happened here."

"I know about that. I called you in for the note that was left on the nightstand."

Sherlock's eyes seemed to light up. "A note?"

Lestrade pulled a zip-lock bag out of his jacket; inside was a handwritten note. "Just don't take it out of the bag; we're going to fingerprint it back at the station." Sherlock snatched the note and stared at it. You peeked over his shoulder, reading it.

First one has died

Because she lied

Many more will fall

Can Sherlock Holmes catch them all?

"They're taunting you." You commented, reading though the note again. "There are going to be more victims..."

Sherlock pulled out his phone, taking a picture of the note, before handing it back to Lestrade. "Call me if anything else comes up." With that Sherlock walked out of the room and you quickly followed after him.

Two weeks past since that first victim was found. Since then there had been two more killings, both had notes left for Sherlock. None of the woman worked in different places and didn't hang out in the same social circles, they didn't have anything in common. Lestrade hadn't found anything knew and pressure was coming down to find this serial killer, which wasn't helping with Sherlock's mood. After pacing the room for several hours, John insisted that they go get lunch and had invited you to go with them. Sadly, you had work you needed to do so you had to decline. The boys left, Sherlock a bit reluctantly, and you went downstairs to your flat.

About an hour into your work there was a knock on the door. You looked over at the door wondering who it was, Sherlock never knocked when he came to your flat. "Coming!" You got up and went to the door. "Who is it?"

"Mail man miss. I have a package for you."

You opened the door. "I didn't order..." Your eyes widen and then everything went black.

Meanwhile, Sherlock and John were eating in their usual restaurant, the one where Sherlock had got the owner off from his murder charge. Well John was eating while Sherlock stared at the window in a trance.

John looked up from his food and sighed. "Staring at the window isn't going to help. Why don't you just eat and give your brain a chance to rest?"

Sherlock didn't look away from the window. "I'm missing something. The victims must have something in common, nothing is ever random. The killer called me out by name, this was all a game to them. I'm missing what their end goal is..."

"You said yourself they had nothing in common, well expect for their appearance."

Sherlock stiffened. "What did you just say?"

"Well they all did kind of look a like. Young woman in their twenties, same hair color and length."

Sherlock stood suddenly almost knocking the table over. "That's it!" He grabbed his jacket and threw it on before snatching up his scarf.

"Sherlock what is it?" Sherlock ignored him and went towards the door. John stood up throwing the money for the food and rushed out after him. "Sherlock! What's going on?!" Sherlock hailed a cab and quickly got in followed by John. He then ordered the cabbie to head back 22B Bakers street. "Why are we going back to the flat?"

"Think. Who do those women remind you of? Someone a serial killer would target to get to me."

John paused, thinking, before his eyes widened. "No. You can't mean..."

Sherlock nodded. "Yes. All of these women were clues for who his real target is, but I didn't see it. Their target from the start was (Name)."

At the moment somewhere in London, you groaned as you started to wake up. You felt like you had been hit by a bus, your head was pounding. Slowly your eyes opened and they adjusted after a moment. The walls around you were a dull gray and there were large containers in the room.

"A warehouse? Really?" You commented, pulling at the ropes that were wrapped around you, tying you to the chair under you. "And I'm tied to a chair." You looked up at the figure standing a few feet away from you. "Couldn't think of anything more original?"

"I think of it as more of a classic." The man grinned. He was wearing a simple suit and had short black hair. You could have walked past this guy on the street and not have thought twice about it. "Besides, I thought it was a perfect stage for this."

"I figured you didn't bother kidnapping the other girls before me. What makes me so special?"

"Oh nothing." The man grinned. "You're just an avenge, boring, simple girl. It's not you I did all this for; it's for the person that will come here after you."

"Who do you...?" You gasped lightly as you realized the answer. "Sherlock. You're after Sherlock Holmes..."

"Of course I am. I left him all of those notes for a reason; I guess he didn't realize it was you I was hinting at. Oh well." The man pulled a gun out of his pocket. "No real point in keeping you alive now. Sherlock will come here for you either way." He pointed the gun at you, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Now die without a fuss." Tears rushed to your eyes as you squeezed them shut. There was a loud bang and your body instantly tensed up. However, after a moment, your eyes opened slowly as you realized you weren't in pain.

"Moriarty, I should have guessed." Sherlock commented. He and John were standing at the open door to the warehouse; the door opening had been the crash you had heard. "Though, I expected more from you then this."

"It got you here, didn't it?" Moriarty waved the gun around as he spoke. "It seems like my plan worked perfectly then, though I had wanted her to be dead before you got here." He shrugged. "Oh well, you can just watch now." He pointed the gun back at you. You struggled with the ropes trying to get them undone, but they were tired tightly.

"Not on my watch!" John rushed over and tackled Moriarty. The gun went off as the two slammed into each other and you felt your hair blow back as the bullet whirred past you just missing you. You took a shaky breath, your heart beating a mile a minute.

Sherlock walked over calmly and started undoing the knot of the rope. "You really should change your cell phone password. Your favorite movie is an easy one to guess. It was easy to get in and track your cell phone."

You were watching John and Moriarty fighting on the ground and the gun had been knocked out of Moriarty's hand. "Hm Sherlock? Shouldn't we help John?"

"He'll be fine, he was in the army after all.'

"Yeah, but he was a doctor in the army."

The ropes fell loose and pooled in your lap. Sherlock stepped up next to the chair. "Oh he'll be fine. Stop worrying."

You stood up. "If your sure."

"Well this has been fun." Moriarty commented standing a foot from John. "But it seems that this party is overcrowded. So I'll be taking my leave." There was a loud explosion and the warehouse quickly filled with smoke. You coughed and covered your mouth with your hand. You could hear Sherlock and John do the same. After a moment, the smoke cleared and the warehouse was empty, except for the three of you. Sherlock mumbled curses under his breath as you all left the warehouse, and made your way back to the flat. Once there, Sherlock went straight upstairs without a word. John made sure you were okay before following him to make sure he didn't destroy the flat. You got changed into a simple nightgown and laid down on your bed.

You must have fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew there was a loud knocking on your door. You groaned as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Coming!" You got off the bed and made your way to the main room. You then walked over to the door and opened it.

"You would think after being kidnapped, you would be a bit more cautious." Sherlock commented as he pushed his way into your flat.

"Nice to see you too Sherlock." You closed the door and looked over at the clock. "You do know it's two in the morning right?"

"Couldn't sleep." He answered, looking around your flat.

"Well I was doing just fine." You sat down on your couch. "Did you need something from me?"

"I wanted to know, how can you be so dense as to get yourself kidnapped?"

You groaned, leaning back in your seat. "How was I supposed to guess I would be kidnapped? It's not like it's ever happened to me before."

"You should be more careful. Something like this could happen to you again, especially someone like Moriarty that would use you to get to me." Sherlock sat on the couch next to you. "You'll have to be more careful."

"Right. Sorry I caused you trouble."

"I could have caught Moriarty if you hadn't been taken."

"You could have gotten him if you realized I was his target sooner. Then you could have been here and ambushed him." You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. Sherlock grew silent looking down at his lap. "Sherlock?"

"You're right." Sherlock mumbled under his breath.

You blinked. "What?"

"You're right, if I had realized sooner, you wouldn't have almost been killed." He sighed. "I don't know how I missed it. If you had been killed..."

"Sherlock, I'm fine. You and John got to me in time." You reached over putting your hand over his. "And you are right that I should be more careful. If I hadn't opened the door, I wouldn't have been taken. So please, don't let it get to you."

"Then just one other thing to do..." Sherlock took your hand and yanked you over to him. You yelped and then gasped as your lips fell onto Sherlock's. Sherlock held you for a moment, his lips pressed lightly against yours, before he released you and stood up as if nothing happened. "There. Now get's some rest, it's two in the morning and tomorrow we're starting your self-defense training."

"W-wait!" You called before Sherlock could leave the room. He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. "W-why did you do that?"

"You're claiming you didn't like it?"

Your cheeks grew red. "I-I never said that."

Sherlock grinned, making your cheeks grow warmer. "Then that will be your assignment. Figure it out and tell me tomorrow morning."

You gulped lightly. "Alright."

"Good, now rest." He then left your flat, closing the door behind him.

You feel back on the couch putting your fingers to your lips. "Wow." It seemed like tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day and you thought that you had found a way to stop Sherlock from getting bored. Mrs. Hudson and her wall would appreciate it.