Sherlock - fic - Shoot Me Up, Sherlock/John, Lestrade, PG-13
Title - Shoot Me Up
Author - laurab1
Pairing, characters - Sherlock/John, Lestrade
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - 400 words
Spoilers - general series
Summary - Don’t know what’s got into the criminal classes, lately.
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic.
Prompt: A suspect threatens John and Sherlock with a gun. John snatches a gun out of the suspect's hand then casually makes the comment, "Sorry, seems like you didn't have the hammer cocked," he points the guy at its owner and pulls the trigger, gun clicks. "Or a bullet in the chamber."
Bonuses:
Does this as an unintentional intimidation tactic.
Forgets the NSY officers are right there.
Pleasently modest!BAMF!John.
TurnedonSherlock,yesplease
Shoot Me Up
by Laura
You know, if the criminals were going to threaten them with guns, at least they could attempt to do it properly. Rolling his eyes, putting his gloves on, John snatched the suspect’s revolver right out of his hand.
The suspect swore at him, rather loudly, and creatively.
Being used to such language, John ignored him, and instead made a show of inspecting the gun. “Sorry, seems like you didn’t have the hammer cocked,” he said, doing just that. Pointing the weapon at its owner, he pulled the trigger. The gun clicked, uselessly. “Or a bullet in the chamber. Well done, congratulations.”
There was a sound from his left, a muttered “Oh!” He turned to Sherlock, who gave him A Look, and the smile that he knew meant: Well played, John Watson.
John grinned back at him.
“Lestrade, come and arrest this man!” Sherlock called.
Striding up, cuffs and evidence bag at the ready, Lestrade said, “Dr Watson, do you want to explain to me how the hell you know your way around a gun that well?”
Oh, he’d forgotten the DI and his team were with them. Christ, he would have to be even more careful with his own gun, now. No, they would, based on the frequency with which Sherlock “borrowed” his SIG Sauer.
But Sherlock evidently had entirely different thoughts about the situation, as his smile had now turned into a smirk. He took the evidence bag; they watched Lestrade cuff Nathan White.
“I apologise, Inspector. We must have somehow neglected to inform you that Dr Watson was formerly Captain John H Watson, Royal Army Medical Corps. He was an army doctor, of course he knows his way around a bloody gun.”
“Know my way around a rifle, too,” John said, dropping the empty gun into the evidence bag that Sherlock held open, then handed over to one of the Yarders.
“You’re helping, then, next time we end up with a load of sawn off shotguns,” Lestrade replied, hauling the suspect over to a patrol car.
“Yes, of course,” John said, and looked at Sherlock again. He now wore a completely different expression. It was John’s turn to smirk. “Enjoyed that, did you?”
Sherlock just grabbed John’s head between his hands, like he’d done by the railway tracks. He then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, for the first time, which John took as a “yes”.
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Author - laurab1
Pairing, characters - Sherlock/John, Lestrade
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - 400 words
Spoilers - general series
Summary - Don’t know what’s got into the criminal classes, lately.
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are entirely mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. However, Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
Written for this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic.
Prompt: A suspect threatens John and Sherlock with a gun. John snatches a gun out of the suspect's hand then casually makes the comment, "Sorry, seems like you didn't have the hammer cocked," he points the guy at its owner and pulls the trigger, gun clicks. "Or a bullet in the chamber."
Bonuses:
Does this as an unintentional intimidation tactic.
Forgets the NSY officers are right there.
Pleasently modest!BAMF!John.
TurnedonSherlock,yesplease
Shoot Me Up
by Laura
You know, if the criminals were going to threaten them with guns, at least they could attempt to do it properly. Rolling his eyes, putting his gloves on, John snatched the suspect’s revolver right out of his hand.
The suspect swore at him, rather loudly, and creatively.
Being used to such language, John ignored him, and instead made a show of inspecting the gun. “Sorry, seems like you didn’t have the hammer cocked,” he said, doing just that. Pointing the weapon at its owner, he pulled the trigger. The gun clicked, uselessly. “Or a bullet in the chamber. Well done, congratulations.”
There was a sound from his left, a muttered “Oh!” He turned to Sherlock, who gave him A Look, and the smile that he knew meant: Well played, John Watson.
John grinned back at him.
“Lestrade, come and arrest this man!” Sherlock called.
Striding up, cuffs and evidence bag at the ready, Lestrade said, “Dr Watson, do you want to explain to me how the hell you know your way around a gun that well?”
Oh, he’d forgotten the DI and his team were with them. Christ, he would have to be even more careful with his own gun, now. No, they would, based on the frequency with which Sherlock “borrowed” his SIG Sauer.
But Sherlock evidently had entirely different thoughts about the situation, as his smile had now turned into a smirk. He took the evidence bag; they watched Lestrade cuff Nathan White.
“I apologise, Inspector. We must have somehow neglected to inform you that Dr Watson was formerly Captain John H Watson, Royal Army Medical Corps. He was an army doctor, of course he knows his way around a bloody gun.”
“Know my way around a rifle, too,” John said, dropping the empty gun into the evidence bag that Sherlock held open, then handed over to one of the Yarders.
“You’re helping, then, next time we end up with a load of sawn off shotguns,” Lestrade replied, hauling the suspect over to a patrol car.
“Yes, of course,” John said, and looked at Sherlock again. He now wore a completely different expression. It was John’s turn to smirk. “Enjoyed that, did you?”
Sherlock just grabbed John’s head between his hands, like he’d done by the railway tracks. He then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, for the first time, which John took as a “yes”.
-end-