Queen of Crime Part 3

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TANGENT DETECTED. My new theme song. TANGENT NUMBER TWO DETECTED OKAY TIME FOR THE STORY.

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Your eyelids fluttered and you could see the lights shining through them. You blinked rapidly as you subjected yourself to the fluorescent brightness that shone from the ceiling. You waited patiently as your senses started to work again. You smelled cleaner, tasted metal, heard snoring, and touched skin. You looked down, noticing a pale hand clutching yours, tightly if you might add. It belonged to no other than Sherlock Holmes. You bit your lip to hold back from grinning at his childlike peacefulness and messy hair. You eyed your clasped hands again, noticing that his fit like a glove around yours, a warm glove. Suddenly a sharp pain cut through you, taking away your breath and clouding your vision with black. After it subsided seconds later, you moved the sheet away from your body and found a bandage covering your right chest. So that's what happened, you thought. A knock came from your hospital door, and it opened before you could ask who it was. DI Lestrade snuck in, not noticing that you were awake. He shut the door quietly, and twitched in fear when he caught you staring.

"God you scared me!" he breathed heavily. "But you're awake now, good."

"Oh, didn't I chain you to the door?" You raised an eyebrow, ignoring the pain that surged through you as you raised a hand to your right temple, your eyes recovering now from the bright lights.

The other's fingers laced with Sherlock's and Lestrade looked at the two of you, "He's never acted that way."

"What way?" You raised an eyebrow, fixing your eyes on the D.I.

"Caring. He sat with you the whole time. Mycroft had to make several donations to the Hospital, the nurses were ready to throw him out. I've never seen a woman with mickey mouse on her shirt look so deadly with a syringe." A slight smirk pulled at his lips and you smiled softly.

"What happened? He refused to talk about anything except giving you medical care."

Your eyes widened. Moran.

You squirmed out from under the blanket, using your free hand to rip away various IV tubes and such, Lestrade rushed over, "What are you doing?!"

"I have some unfinished business." You reached back and pulled at the bun your hair had been tied in, your clip now in your hand as you pressed a button and the seeming dull plastic ends turned into sharp metal blades.

"You can't just leave!" Lestrade protested, you looked at Sherlock for a moment, a ghost of a smile upon your lips.

"I have too. He, nor anyone else, is safe until I take care of it."

Greg grabbed your wrist holding the blade, "You're under police watch. By law I can't let you leave." He pinned your wrist to the bed and his face soon became inches away from yours and the two of you glared at each other.

"Let. me. Go." You growled.

"Um...." You heard a groggy baritone and turned to look at Sherlock, who looked at you seeming very confused and very hurt.

"Sherlock...." You said softly, pressing your hair clip and it soon turned back to normal. You dug your nails into Lestrade's wrist, and he immediately released.

"Do you two need the room to yourselves?" the consulting detective remarked dryly.

"Greg. Out."

"How do you know my first na-"

"I will throw a bed pan at you."

"I'll be outside, don't try anything. I will arrest you."

"Under whose order?" Sherlock seemed wide awake.

"Mycroft." Greg answered simply. You didn't get to see the rest of the conversation for soon darkness clouded your vision once again.

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Again, the lights were visible through your lids, but your senses were back to normal quicker than before. A warm tickle came from your head - someone was stroking your hair. You sighed contently, not bothering to check who it was. It went on for a couple more minutes, then stopped suddenly. You opened one eye, peering up at the angel who had been putting you through heaven since you had awoken; it was a bright eyed, dark haired angel

"Why'd you stop?" you groaned. Sherlock turned pink, obviously not wanting to be found out.

"Erm.. I didn't want to uh wake you or.. yeah..."

"Don't look so embarrassed detective," you teased. "You were just showing normal human emotion, no big deal."

"I'm not embarrassed," he argued, his nose crinkling and eyebrows dipping down. "And I exhibit normal human emotion all the time. For example, right now. Right now I am..." His voice faltered, and he crinkled his face again in frustration. You couldn't help yourself, you leaned up towards him, so close you spot the different dots of colors in his eyes.

"You're what?" you whispered. He licked his lips and glanced down at yours.

"Curious."

"Let me help you out with that then." You closed the space between your lips. Jolts of energy shot through every part of your body. He grasped the sides of your face with gentle hands and your fingers got lost in his hair. His lips left yours, but his taste and warmth still lingered.

"Find what you were looking for?" you asked, a smile now painted permanently on your lips.

"Something better I think."

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Four month time skip brought to you by *insert something creative*
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You had gradually took steps to getting better, first was sitting up, then walking, soon running. Now you were in the hospital's small therapy room, on a rubber mat trying to restore your self defense abilities. Sherlock watched from a small window, peering into the room. "I see she's recovered for the most part." His brother's voice sounded from behind him.

Sherlock's eyes never broke away from you, "Yes." He answered simply.

"Good. Boys," Mycroft called, sounding almost bored. He twirled his umbrella while Greg and a few Scotland Yard officers busted down the rooms doors, seeming to come out of nowhere. Your head popped up, turning towards the group. They all had guns aimed at you and Sherlock felt his blood begin to boil. "Mycroft!" He turned to face his brother.

"She's under arrest."

"Why?!" Sherlock protested and Mycroft inched towards him.

"She is a cold blooded killer Sherlock, don't let pesky emotions get in the way of your judgement." Sherlock turned back towards the window to find the slamming of one of Lestrade's men's faces into the glass. The man slid down the wall revealing you. You turned around, Lestrade and Donovan the only ones left. A nasty bruise left on Donovan's hand from when you had impaled it in the first meeting, she fired at you. You kicked up one of the yoga balls, deflecting the bullets as it popped. You charged Donovan, placing a well timed kick to her jaw. The officer couldn't move quick enough as you kicked her in the chest, sending her backward, grabbing her wrist and turned it downward as she fired, sending a bullet into her stomach. You turned towards Greg, slowly. Your eyes were a cold madness, the same eyes of Jim Moriarty.

Sherlock watched with wide eyes, Mycroft was on the phone, most likely calling reinforcements. He whirled around to face his brother. "You can't!"

"Look at her Sherlock!" Mycroft glared at his younger brother, "How else do you expect me to diffuse the situation!"

"Let me talk to her!" Sherlock protested.

"Because you excel at sentiment?" Mycroft retorted, "I am not sending my brother alone into a room with a murderer!"

"I won't be alone. Graham is there." Sherlock remarked before quickly passing by his brother, he came face to face with the door. The only thing keeping him from you.

"Sherlock?" Mycroft called.

Sherlock looked in his brother's direction and could've sworn he saw his brother's eyes soften. "Be careful."

Sherlock nodded before opening the doors.

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A/N

The end to another beautiful part. When I was writing this I was like, this is too good to write in three or four parts .... So we discussed

And.... *drumroll*

We're writing a book together *trumpets*

A BOOK

AS IN THIS STORY SHALL GO ON FOREVERRRRR

Yes! And instead of a reader insert (sorry guys) we will be reading the story of AnnaBlade

We may rewrite a couple parts to make it more book like since these were meant to be Oneshots.... Oops.

We can't help that we fell in love with our own story..

Sorry. But on the bright side, you can see more of myfirstnameisdrayizzle.

*laughs manically*

We love you all, thanks for the support that let us know this wasn't a flop

Yes thank you children, much love.

Are you ready to put a close on the Queen of Crime Oneshots?

.....no..... Wait YES because it's going to be a book (thought i'd mention that one more time)

Yes. I'm ready. Let's bring this to a close.

*closes red curtain* *then peeks head through*

That's all folks.

The game.