The Choice- Chapter 1 (fifth in the Teamwork Series)
The Choice- (fifth in the Teamwork Series)
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, John, Sally, Lestrade, Anderson, OC´s Sherlock/Sally, John/Sally, Sherlock/John, Sherlock/John/Sally
Rating: R
Warning: Character death.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary :“We´ll give you a choice. You´ll kill one of your lovers, either John Watson or Sally Donovan yourself or we´ll kill everyone in here for you. Now that´s an offer you can´t refuse, can you?” - The gang gets kidnapped and things don´t look so good. ( a sequel to “Teamwork” so you better read that one and the “prequels” first)
So this is the fifth Part in the “Teamwork” series. It will probably help if you read the rest first otherwise this wont make much sense
All my Sherlock fic can be found here
Chapter 1
When John woke his head felt like someone was dancing on it. Blinking, he tried to take in his surroundings.
A chair. Bound hands. He couldn´t seem to move his legs either, although he was sitting.
Also, he was in a warehouse.
What?
Trying to open his eyes as much as the blinding headache would allow, he looked around and found himself still in an empty warehouse. But that didn´t make sense. Minutes ago they had been at a crime scene in Camden as suddenly...
He winced as his still waking brain made the connection. They had been attacked, that much he remembered. Someone had shot at them, hitting him in the leg with some dart and then everything had gone black.
He had been kidnapped. Damn it!
But where were the others?
Turning to his right he saw that Lestrade, Anderson, Sally and Sherlock had been taken with him. All of them were slowly waking up now, obviously as confused and as impaired as himself due to the drug they had been given.
Lestrade was the first who came to himself. “What the hell? Where are we?” he asked, once he saw John awake as well, and John shrugged.
“A warehouse. No idea where, but someone must have drugged us. So far they haven´t shown themselves.” he answered and next to him Sally groaned.
“Great, why does that always happens when I plan an evening out? It´s like I´m cursed!” She complained and John nearly laughed. It was true she had been going on about having tomorrow off and therefore watching Dr. Who with him and Sherlock all morning. She even bought some ice cream and John had been looking forward to more creative ways of eating said ice cream off Sally´s and Sherlock’s bodies. Her colleagues though, of course, thought she was going out partying, as she hardly could tell the truth.
“Don´t worry, you´ll be getting your damn evening. There´s no way I´ll sit here, listening to you complain all day. I have places to be!” That was Sherlock, which surprised John. This morning he had all but groaned about Sally´s idea of a night in for a change, and said he wouldn´t take part in it. John had already suspected he was lying, as Sherlock, despite his complaints about sentiment, never said no to sex, but Sherlock of course had just huffed at him.
John allowed himself a few seconds to be amused, before his thoughts went back to the more important task: They had to get out of there first.
From the looks of it the others had the same headaches as him, but the drugs seemed to be wearing off pretty quickly and with them the headaches slowly went as well, thank god.
“Any ideas how we are getting out of here?” Sally next to him asked and once again John tested his bonds. Before he could answer anything, the door at the far end of the room suddenly opened and two men walked in.
From the looks of it, they were middle aged and probably from Spain, Greece or somewhere else close to the Mediterranean Sea due to their dark hair and skin-tone. He had no idea who they were, as he had never seen them, but looking at his companions he guessed he might have been the only one.
Well, Sally´s low muttered “Fuck.” might have been an indication that she knew who they were dealing with.
“Ah they are awake.“ The probably older and slightly bigger of the two men drawled. “Mr. Sherlock Holmes” he nodded at Sherlock as if to greet him, smiling a sly and false smile which made John shudder. From the looks of it Sherlock detested said man as well, because he was glaring daggers at him.
“Marcelli.” he snarled. “What do you and your brother want this time? Wasting my time again?”
Marcelli laughed. “Aww and here I thought you´d be happy to see me. Well, we are here to finally settle the score. Your are responsible for the death of our brother after all.”
Sherlock simply huffed at that and to John´s surprise, it was Lestrade that answered.
“He took his own life in prison. Sherlock’s hardly responsible for that.”
“Oh, but that´s where you are wrong inspector. He was responsible for getting him into prison. And prison was what killed him. Ergo: Sherlock killed our brother.”
“That´s some pretty bollocks reasoning.” Sally spat. “Only because your damn brother is too weak and offs himself...” John wasn´t really surprised when Sally earned herself a slap for that but he wasn´t happy about it either, especially since he could do nothing to help her.
“Leave her alone. Your problem is with me, not with her.” Sherlock all but growled reminding John that his friend was not just fond of, but also pretty possessive of his lovers. Luckily these two criminals and everyone else in this room had no idea what was really going on between the three of them.
Nevertheless, he feared that even Anderson would catch on if Sherlock kept on like this, as he looked like a wolf when someone had touched one of their young.
“Oh, I wouldn´t say that. You took something from us, so we are going to take something from you.” The other Marcelli answered and the men both laughed shortly, before turning towards Sherlock again. “We´ll give you a choice. You´ll kill one of your lovers, either John Watson or Sally Donovan yourself, or we´ll kill everyone in here for you. Now that´s an offer you can´t refuse, can you?”
The man grinned as if someone had given him free chocolate, which made John feel sick. “Oh and to speed things up a bit: you´ve got five minutes.”
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Comments would be lovely ;-)
Authors: Kessie
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock, John, Sally, Lestrade, Anderson, OC´s Sherlock/Sally, John/Sally, Sherlock/John, Sherlock/John/Sally
Rating: R
Warning: Character death.
Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to the BBC, Moffat and Gatiss. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary :“We´ll give you a choice. You´ll kill one of your lovers, either John Watson or Sally Donovan yourself or we´ll kill everyone in here for you. Now that´s an offer you can´t refuse, can you?” - The gang gets kidnapped and things don´t look so good. ( a sequel to “Teamwork” so you better read that one and the “prequels” first)
So this is the fifth Part in the “Teamwork” series. It will probably help if you read the rest first otherwise this wont make much sense
All my Sherlock fic can be found here
Chapter 1
When John woke his head felt like someone was dancing on it. Blinking, he tried to take in his surroundings.
A chair. Bound hands. He couldn´t seem to move his legs either, although he was sitting.
Also, he was in a warehouse.
What?
Trying to open his eyes as much as the blinding headache would allow, he looked around and found himself still in an empty warehouse. But that didn´t make sense. Minutes ago they had been at a crime scene in Camden as suddenly...
He winced as his still waking brain made the connection. They had been attacked, that much he remembered. Someone had shot at them, hitting him in the leg with some dart and then everything had gone black.
He had been kidnapped. Damn it!
But where were the others?
Turning to his right he saw that Lestrade, Anderson, Sally and Sherlock had been taken with him. All of them were slowly waking up now, obviously as confused and as impaired as himself due to the drug they had been given.
Lestrade was the first who came to himself. “What the hell? Where are we?” he asked, once he saw John awake as well, and John shrugged.
“A warehouse. No idea where, but someone must have drugged us. So far they haven´t shown themselves.” he answered and next to him Sally groaned.
“Great, why does that always happens when I plan an evening out? It´s like I´m cursed!” She complained and John nearly laughed. It was true she had been going on about having tomorrow off and therefore watching Dr. Who with him and Sherlock all morning. She even bought some ice cream and John had been looking forward to more creative ways of eating said ice cream off Sally´s and Sherlock’s bodies. Her colleagues though, of course, thought she was going out partying, as she hardly could tell the truth.
“Don´t worry, you´ll be getting your damn evening. There´s no way I´ll sit here, listening to you complain all day. I have places to be!” That was Sherlock, which surprised John. This morning he had all but groaned about Sally´s idea of a night in for a change, and said he wouldn´t take part in it. John had already suspected he was lying, as Sherlock, despite his complaints about sentiment, never said no to sex, but Sherlock of course had just huffed at him.
John allowed himself a few seconds to be amused, before his thoughts went back to the more important task: They had to get out of there first.
From the looks of it the others had the same headaches as him, but the drugs seemed to be wearing off pretty quickly and with them the headaches slowly went as well, thank god.
“Any ideas how we are getting out of here?” Sally next to him asked and once again John tested his bonds. Before he could answer anything, the door at the far end of the room suddenly opened and two men walked in.
From the looks of it, they were middle aged and probably from Spain, Greece or somewhere else close to the Mediterranean Sea due to their dark hair and skin-tone. He had no idea who they were, as he had never seen them, but looking at his companions he guessed he might have been the only one.
Well, Sally´s low muttered “Fuck.” might have been an indication that she knew who they were dealing with.
“Ah they are awake.“ The probably older and slightly bigger of the two men drawled. “Mr. Sherlock Holmes” he nodded at Sherlock as if to greet him, smiling a sly and false smile which made John shudder. From the looks of it Sherlock detested said man as well, because he was glaring daggers at him.
“Marcelli.” he snarled. “What do you and your brother want this time? Wasting my time again?”
Marcelli laughed. “Aww and here I thought you´d be happy to see me. Well, we are here to finally settle the score. Your are responsible for the death of our brother after all.”
Sherlock simply huffed at that and to John´s surprise, it was Lestrade that answered.
“He took his own life in prison. Sherlock’s hardly responsible for that.”
“Oh, but that´s where you are wrong inspector. He was responsible for getting him into prison. And prison was what killed him. Ergo: Sherlock killed our brother.”
“That´s some pretty bollocks reasoning.” Sally spat. “Only because your damn brother is too weak and offs himself...” John wasn´t really surprised when Sally earned herself a slap for that but he wasn´t happy about it either, especially since he could do nothing to help her.
“Leave her alone. Your problem is with me, not with her.” Sherlock all but growled reminding John that his friend was not just fond of, but also pretty possessive of his lovers. Luckily these two criminals and everyone else in this room had no idea what was really going on between the three of them.
Nevertheless, he feared that even Anderson would catch on if Sherlock kept on like this, as he looked like a wolf when someone had touched one of their young.
“Oh, I wouldn´t say that. You took something from us, so we are going to take something from you.” The other Marcelli answered and the men both laughed shortly, before turning towards Sherlock again. “We´ll give you a choice. You´ll kill one of your lovers, either John Watson or Sally Donovan yourself, or we´ll kill everyone in here for you. Now that´s an offer you can´t refuse, can you?”
The man grinned as if someone had given him free chocolate, which made John feel sick. “Oh and to speed things up a bit: you´ve got five minutes.”
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