Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Sand

It's been a few weeks since our engagement. We're on a case right now, one for Mycroft. The only reason we agreed was out of boredom.

"SHERLOCK WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING!" I scream.

"I DON'T KNOW BUT DON'T STOP RUNNING, Y/N!" Sherlock yells, as we run away from this incredibly built man.

"WHY THE HELL WOULD I STOP RUNNING?!" I yell back, tightly holding the urn Mycroft sent us to get.

We were in the Sahara Desert.

Occasionally, I'd like to experience the thrill of a chase with Sherlock but...this...this was different. This was more fun. Not only was my heart racing, but my brain was in it's fittest form. I was thinking harder than usual on this case.

The huge man was about eight feet tall, and his muscles were built so much he looked inhuman. Like a big, scary monster.

The people we stole the urn from were some sort of criminal cult, Arabic.

Everything was going well this morning. We got on a plane to the desert that was very relaxing, walked a few miles until we got to the temple, but then Sherlock and I stole the bloody urn, just like Mycroft had asked, except we weren't expecting a friendly greeting.

Maybe not so friendly.

"SHERLOCK I NEED TO HAVE A TALK WITH MYCROFT AFTER THIS." I yell, as we stumble away quickly.

After about fifteen minutes of running, we hide behind one of the old ruins that the desert had provided, watching the huge monster man run past us.

I exhale a sigh of relief and pull the hood of my desert cloak down.

"Well...that was...fun?" Sherlock pants, patting the excess sand off of himself.

"I'm gonna murder Mycroft after this, I swear---" I rant angrily, before being interrupted by Sherlock's lips pressed againt my own.

I join in willingly, tightly holding the urn so it doesn't fall.

His fingers run through my hair and brushes his lips along my neck as I'm pressed up against the old ruin.

Then I quickly squash a nearby scorpion with my foot.

"What was that?" He pulls away.

"A scorpion. I squashed it. Careful not to touch it's tail, it's still poisonous." I say.

He chuckles, and I smile.

"I don't think a desert is the most romantic place." I giggle.

"I agree." He smiles.

"So, where to next?" I ask, as he takes out a large rolled up map from his pack.

"Klizicks."

"What's that?"

"A secret village located in the northern part of this desert. We need to get this urn to the fortune teller there in exchange for sensitive hard documents that belong to the british government, aka my brother."

"Where did a fortune teller from the Sahara Desert get their hands on something like that?"

"No idea."

I gulp down some of my water. It's incredibly hot.

"Give me the urn, I think I can fit it in my pack." Sherlock tells me.

I hand him the urn and he stuffs it in his pack.

"Let's look for a place to set up camp." Sherlock says, taking my hand and holding his compass with his other hand.

"We should camp somewhere moderately close to the village, so that we wont have a very far walk." I suggest.

"Yes, I think that would be most suitable." He agrees, as we continue to walk together.

We end up finding a nice, clear spot, away from the temple, and begin to set up camp as the sun sets.

I set up the desert tent that Mycroft had supplied us with, and place some rocks as support to hold in place, while Sherlock makes a fire.

It's night by the time we finish, the temperature dropping a degree with each passing minute.

I look up at the sky,

It's incredibly beautiful.

Words cannot describe it's beauty, the blended colors creating a gleam in the sky that not even an aurora can beat. Millions of stars twinkle above me, it's a great sight. Breathtaking.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too curly fries!"

He chuckles as he wraps a blanket around me.

"It's getting cold, we should head inside." He says, to which I nod.