Sherlock Holmes was rarely caught off guard.
Especially not with Enola by his side — her cleverness and wit always giving them the edge.
But this case was different.
Their suspect wasn’t running.
He was hunting them.
They had just turned the corner of the narrow London alley when it happened—
• Enola shoved hard against a brick wall, gasping in pain.
• Sherlock froze as cold metal pressed against his temple.
• The suspect’s sneer wide, “Thought you could outsmart me, did you?”
Sherlock gritted his teeth. Calculating. Waiting for a mistake.
But he didn’t expect you.
You appeared behind the man like a shadow, silent and quick.
The suspect didn’t even have time to react before you pressed your own weapon to his back.
“Drop it,” you said, voice steady.
Sherlock’s blue eyes flickered with surprise — and something else.
Recognition.
He had heard of you before.
The mysterious ally no one could quite trace.
The one who danced between the cracks of London’s darkest corners.
Maybe luck was on their side after all.
Or maybe fate had sent you.
🌙| He's just tired and needs you.
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Sherlock's death
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