His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

Study in Pink 5

 Stupid butterflies

"Sherlock give me the gloves before my knife finds a new home in your stomach," I growled. I swear to god if he doesn't give me the damn gloves-

"Hmm I don't think you have the guts," he said turning around and walking away from the pair of us. I look at John taking my knife from the side pocket in my pants. Twirling it in my hand.

"Hey, woah (y/n) no don't", John warned moving closer to grab the knife. "What? Please John! Plus if I do cut him, you could always stich him back up."

"(y/n), put it away. Or I'll take it away."

I roll my head in a circle, "FFFFFFINE." I place the knife back in its spot before walking again. It was quiet before John speaks up again, "Hamish."

"What?" I ask, turning my head towards him. "John Hamish Watson, just if you're looking for baby names."

My eyes widen at the hobbit before the both of us bursting of laughter, "oh John, you wish."

~time skip brought to you by Hudders stocking fridges~

We arrive in a little restaurant, greeted by a young man named Billy as Sherlock called him. We settle in the booth, John is up against the window and Sherlock is between us and me on the end. "22 Northumberland Street. Keep your eyes on it. "

I take my coat off, should've bought a lighter coat. "He's not just going to ring the doorbell, though, is he? He'd have to be mad," John joked.

 "Well Johnny boy he has killed four people, and ooo what I would give to be one of those four." I say, placing my hands in front of me.

I look up to see both males looking at me, "well I'm... to see how he does it exactly....shut up."

 A man comes up to us with menus, "Sherlock!"

Sherlock extends his hand and the greasy little man takes it, "Anything on the menu, whatever you want, free! All on the house, you and your date," he points towards Sherlock and John, "or is it you two?"

I shake my head, " no you definitely got it right the first time, sir." I smile at the man. "(y/n)! No, I'm not his date."

The man doesn't look convinced, "well I'll just gonna go get a candle for the table, make it a little more romantic." John looks at me then at the man again, "I'm not his date- oh for god sake."

"(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) Montgomery, if you're looking for baby names, John." I give him a wink before looking at the menu. "Oh ya, ha ha ha very funny (y/n)."

I snicker at John as the man comes back with a lit candle, "thanks.."

A couple minutes later, the waiter comes with our dishes. Pasta salad for John and (f/f) for me, god I haven't had this since Germany. It quiet before John starts up again, "people don't have arch-enemies."

"I'm sorry?" Sherlock askes pulled out of his thoughts.

 "No love, people just like to be dramatic," I answer John before finishing up the last bite on the plate.

"Ok but in real life. There are no archenemies in real life, it doesn't happen."

"Ya but whats life without the thrill of enemies or archenemies being on your tail at every moment of every day?" I look at the boys grinning. 

I loved my job, I mean who doesn't love a license to kill. Makes life a little less boring.

"Exactly, (y/n)'s got it right, sounds a bit dull if it doesn't happen," Sherlock side nods towards me.