Together (Sherlock Fanfic)

Sherlock Holmes and Greg Lestrade stood back to back in the middle of an abandoned factory. And they were surrounded by 5 men all of which were armed with knives and look like they’ve been in the gym for the past 5 months. They gripped their guns tightly as the men walked towards them.

“Remind me how we got into this situation?” Lestrade murmured to Sherlock as the men closed in

“Is that a rhetorical question?” Sherlock replied coolly

“No, I’m serious Sherlock. How the Hell did we get into this?”

“Are you sure this is the right time!” the last part of the sentence was shouted as one of the men dived for Sherlock, the rest followed suit and charged for the pair. Sherlock dodged a punch that was thrown at him and kicked the man harshly in the crotch before moving to the next one who was swinging his knife like a madman. Sherlock simply shot him and turned to Lestrade who was grappling with two men and unaware of a third sneaking up behind him with a gun.

“Lestrade, look out!” Sherlock yelled and Lestrade whirled to see the man bringing down the gun to his head. Lestrade had no time to react; instead, Sherlock hurled himself in front of the D.I. and took the blow himself. Sherlock cried out and dropped to the floor
“Sherlock!” He cursed as more men bounded into the room. He stood in front of the Detective and started firing, he dodged a fist that was thrown at him and then head-butted a bald man. He got kicked in the leg but he grunted and then shot another man, he shot 2 others and then punched the last one with such force it broke his jaw.
He breathed heavily and then turned. His eyes widened.

Sherlock was gone.

Lestrade looked around the room frantically.

“Sherlock!” he hissed and walked to the nearby door. “Sherlock, where are you?!” he looked down and stopped. There was a trail of blood leading towards a door. He tiptoed to it and readied his gun; he took a deep breath and burst into the room. He heard someone scuffle in surprise and saw Sherlock curled in the middle of the tiny room. Lestrade noticed blood marks where Sherlock's hand had brushed across the floor.
“There you are.” He muttered and locked the door behind him and walked towards the Detective "Are you OK?” he placed a hand on Sherlock’s coat

“Fine…” Sherlock murmured, he snapped his head up as there was pounding at the locked door; Lestrade looked slightly worried “There’s an air vent over there, you can climb in it and it will… lead outside… Leave me Lestrade…”

“Like Hell I will. You’ve saved my ass once today so I’m going to return the favour. Got it?” Sherlock smiled.

The D.I. gripped Sherlock’s coat collar tighter as strong fists pounded on the door. He fixed his gun to the only entrance and looked down to his friend

“No matter what happens, we’re both gonna survive this… Together?” Sherlock smirked weakly
“Together.”