Chapter 5: The day I nearly lost my life

A/N: This is carrying on from the last chapter. Hope you enjoy and review. That's all I really have to say so yeah. Enjoy!

We watched on as a tall, curly-haired man stared at John.

"So, that's Sherlock I guess," I commented.

"Yep."

We observed as it played out. I soon discovered a lot about James, such as he pretended to be gay, he was planning on killing Sherlock and he had killed a boy called Carl Powers in this very pool. He said that was his first murder so I guess he didn't like to talk about what really turned him psycho.

He would whisper instructions through the mic and we would follow. After a while John wrestled James and Seb had to take over him. As I got the sign I pointed my sniper directly at Sherlock's head. We listened and aimed for a while before James left. Then a voice hissed into our earpieces,

"Dammit. Wrong Door. I'm coming back in, okay?" me and Seb both sniggered, "Are you two laughing at me?"

We smartened up and pointed our lasers back at the two. I smirked as I saw the confused horror creep into their faces.

"You're enjoying this." Seb accused.

"No I'm not, it's awful! Anyway, if I was, so what? You hardly hate it."

"Yes, but it's my job. You're volunteering."

"I'm held here against my will. Do you know who I am?"

"Duh! That writer lady. The one who writes the crime novels. Funny, Jim never talks about you."

Hearing him being called Jim gave me a flashback of before, him kneeling, that twisted, crazy smile on his face as he told us to address him as that particular nickname. It felt wrong, the word felt dry and bitter in my mouth. It wasn't the name of the boy I loved. It was the name of the man he had turned into, and I wasn't sure how I felt about him. He was dangerous, sexy and insane. Sexy? Shut up, brain! This man was prepared to kill anyone, just for a laugh. It's a game, that's all. Just a game. Doesn't matter who it effects, oh no. It's all just for fun, nothing else. He doesn't give a toss about me, or anyone. He is in no way, shape or form sexy.

Oh, but he was. And however hard I try I couldn't stop thinking about it. His big, round eyes. His insane, scary smile, with the faintest trace of hair on his face. His smoothed back, gelled jet-black hair. And don't get me started on his body. His expensive suits that fit seamlessly with his outline. My mind continuously starts to wander off track. I wonder what it's like, underneath. Nope. Nada, certainly not. Not thinking about that. He is a heartless criminal, Sarah. Not the ideal boyfriend. I bring myself back to what was happening and gasp, jolting my aim and causing Seb to sigh a little louder than necessary. Sherlock was aiming a gun at the explosives which were now lying in a heap on the floor. I was about to die.