#bbc sherlock holmes x reader
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader
Warnings: None.
Summary:You always said ‘yes’ to Sherlock Holmes - today, was a day of change.
You descended the stairs from your apartment. You hit the base and approached the open door of 221b where you willed yourself not to peer inside.
You had almost made it past your neighbours when Sherlock called you name so loudly that it echoed against the walls. Faltering on the next step, you stopped and retraced your path until you were staring at the face of the consulting detective standing in the middle of the room.
“John and I are heading to the garden on Fifth Street to examine the crime scene. Your expertise will be required - you’ll join us, yes?”
With a short hum, you delivered an answer. “No.”
It was clear that the detective hadn’t heard as he clapped his hands with excitement. “Excellent! Now we’ll uncover the - wait, no?”
His mind finally caught up and when he turned to challenge your response, you were gone. John was in the middle of putting on his coat when he noticed his friend chase after you.
Thankfully you were only in the small lobby on the ground floor, putting on gloves to brace the weather outside.
“What do mean ‘no’?”
You heard him from the stairwell, footsteps growing louder until he was visible and smirked. “According to the Oxford Dictionary-”
“You know what I mean! I don’t understand why - hold on, you’re not still mad about last night, are you?”
Before you could respond, Mrs Hudson came rushing out from the back exit of her shop with a take-away cup in hand, gently pushing it into your hands.
“Now, you be careful there, dear. It’s fresh and very hot.” She mothered and turned to see Sherlock on the stairs, sending him a look of disapproval. “And shame on you for ruining Y/n’s perfectly good coffee machine by grinding the teeth of the deceased.”
“I was testing the effects of - oh, nevermind!” Sherlock abandoned his explanation when you disappeared from him once more.
You were now standing on the street curb as you waited for a taxi to hail down. He caught up behind you and stood directly in front of where a vehicle rounded around the corner.
“I upset you - but that doesn’t mean that you should just walk out on an investigative lead.”
As a cab pulled up to a stop, you opened the door and scoffed, turning to the man. “Your faith in me is a little disappointing, Sherlock. I’ll see you and John on Fifth Street.”
