--In a world full of goldfish, I Found You-- A Sherlock X Reader Fanfiction

Pt 2

"John we'll get this cab, you get the one behind." Sherlock instructed him flatmate as he opened the ink black door to allow me to enter the cab before him.

"Thanks." I stated before realising that he had already made his way round to the other side of the vehicle.

"You're very quick to trust people (y/l/n)." He told me as the cab began to drive towards Lauren's tan gardens

"As are you Holmes." I responded.

I knew exactly what he was trying to insinuate that not many women would get into a car with a man they just met to a place they've never ventured to before but I knew that Sherlock was no threat to me: not many people were.

I didn't hear another word from the birch skinned man for the remainder of the journey but after my reply I did see him form a faint smirk as he turned to gaze out the window- and I knew for certain it wasn't the rows of townhouses that had been catalysts to his joy.

The silence didn't bother me. In fact, I enjoyed it. There's something comforting in being engulfed by audial darkness whilst in the presence of others. You're alone in your thoughts but not alone once you return to reality. That's one of the many reasons I decided to move out of the countryside- the people. I spent too many nights looking out my telescope in my Devonshire bedroom; I always saw plenty of stars, sometimes even planets, but never people. And I knew that even though most people were stupid, ignorant and more like goldfish than humans, some were remarkable. Maybe that's why I studied psychology; reading case study after case study regarding incredible humans with incredible minds was often the only remedy to my boredom. And maybe that's why  I had an uncontrollable feeling of excitement as I found myself stepping out of the taxicab and onto the uneven cobblestone street.

Timeskip;

After chasing a black cab through the intricate maze of London roads with little success, we made our way back to Baker Street.

"So (y/n), what brings you to Baker Street?" The army doctor enquired, walking with ease despite the disappearance of his cane.

"I needed a change from the countryside, and unemployment." I half laughed in response, he smiled and nodded.

"What about you?" I enquired out of courtesy. Unlike the trench coat wearing man to my right, I was aware that rampant deductions made some people uncomfortable.

"I bumped into an old friend from uni and mentioned I was looking for a place to stay I can afford on an army pension.  Less than 24 hours later, here we are." He chuckled gesturing to the aforementioned Street we had arrived at.

Timeskip:

"What is going on up there?" John questioned rhetorically, reffering to the ruccass that could be heard coming from the upstairs apartment.

"What the hell is this?" Sherlock exclaimed, aggravated by the sight of at least half a dozen officers scouring his home during what seemed to be a drugs bust.

Its no wonder the police couldnt ifnd any leads on the serial suicides case, you definitely didn't need to spend hours scouring 221B to know that Sherlock wasn't a stranger to the recreational side of pills.

"Drugs bust. And we have reason to believe that you are withholding evidence on the quadruple suicide case."