His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

Study In Pink 6

We returned back to the flat, Sherlock and John puffed out but a bitexhilarated. "Well that was...fun." I huffed out, never running faster in my entire life.

"That was ridiculous. That was themost ridiculous thing I've everdone," John exclaimed, still trying to catch his breath.

"And you invaded Afghanistan," Sherlock joked. I burst out in giggles and the boys followed.

"And speaking-..of ridiculous things... what the hell (y/n). Where did you learn to do that?"

I lifted up my head to see both boys looking at me, still huffing and puffing.

 "Well if you really wanted to know, John," I take a deep breath, "it takes a lot of practice from running from demons, especially if they are girls in grade 5," I burst out laughing again, and they follow pursuit again, "plus I haven't done that since like years."

"You were bullied in school?" John askes surprised, "I thought you were one of those girls in grade school who beat up the bullies."

I let out a small chuckle, "people don't like to see others be smart and succeed, especially in boarding school. They were like mosquitoes with me, wanting to suck out every ounce of happiness in me."

"Well thank god that didn't work," John says giving me a small smile.

"Neither did that cane," I whispered.

John looked at me, eyes widened, then looked down, and back at me again.

"Gotcha," I gave John a wink.

Sherlock chuckles at he yells, "Mrs. Hudson, Dr. Watson will be taking the upstairs room!" John looked back at Sherlock, "says who?"

"Says the man at the door."

Then the door bell rings, holy shit how did he do that?

I let out a light chuckle, "you're a wizard, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock gave me a playful glare as John opened the door, revealing the greasy man with Johns cane and my coat.

 "Oh lovely," I grabbed my coat from John as Ms. Hudson came out of her flat, her eyes threating to spill.

"Oh, Sherlock, what have you done now?"

"Ms. Hudson?" Sherlock asked softly. She replied with her finger pointing to the stairs, "upstairs."

The three of us exchange looks, my hand travels behind my back, reaching my gun as we run up the stairs.

Sherlock bursts into the flat first with me and John trailing in behind. I enter the room to see Lestrade sitting in the black leather chair, the pink case opened in front of him. The room is filled with police officers. They were searching the flat, a proper search with gloves and their crime gear.

"Oh what are you doing here?" Sherlock spats at the detective. "Well, I knew you would find the case, I'm not stupid." Lestrade responds in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Greg you can't just break into his flat!" I cried out in Sherlocks defense.

"And you two, can't with hold evidence, plus I didn't break in," he explained. I start walking towards Lestrade but Sherlock stops me with his hand.

"She was never involved in the evidence part, Lestrade. That was my fault and what do you call this then," Sherlock gestured to his flat.

Lestrade puts his hands up, "a drugs bust." I turned around to a laughing John.

"Oh come on. Seriously? This guy, a junkie? Have you met him?"

I tilt my head towards Sherlock and look at his eyes, but he doesn't meet mine. And that's when it hits me, Oh.