hemlock | the detectives' corner

S.H | annoying assistant pt. 1

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauties!" You yelled, opening the curtain drapes of your employers' apartment.

You had gotten in early as usual, and you saw John sleeping on his couch and Sherlock on the floor, possibly drunk. You wished you were surprised, but at this point, you could open the door to skeletons and you wouldn't be affected in the slightest.

"Five more minutes," Sherlock grumbled, his face against the red rug.

"No."

You sat down on your knees and pulled his eyelids up, just to know his pupils weren't dilated or red, which would suggest he was high. Luckily, you could find neither. He was just drunk.

Sherlock would have went defensive mode to anyone coming too close to him, but by now, he was used to your fussing as you were used to his eccentrics. Besides, you were paid to make sure he doesn't die.

That's right, you were their personal assistant, someone who makes sure the phone bills were paid and the plants tended to. You thought it would be tedious work, but John had made you in charge of making their schedules, taking their calls for potential cases, and other slightly less boring things.

It went without saying, Sherlock was not impressed and that he never had been. He failed to see the point of an assistant, but soon he tolerated you. Though he would never admit it to anyone, you did make their life easier. You were to him what Happy was to Tony Stark - behind the screens but doing most of the work.

Sherlock solved cases, John saved lives, but you were the one who'd scowl and force them to not skip dinners. It was kindness they couldn't help but be grateful for, even if it was paid kindness.

"John!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, and he jumped up in shock, before swaying on the spot and coming back to his couch.

"Is it morning already?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Yes, and by the looks of it, both of you had an extremely great time last night," you tried not to smile, but you couldn't help it. You wished you had been with them to take pictures, just to taunt Sherlock later.

"Never happening again," Sherlock said sternly, still laying flat across the floor.

"It's 8.45, you have to get up." You went to get him tea from the kitchen.

"We already solved the case," Sherlock mumbled.

"I can't hear you!" You yelled.

"We solved the case!" He said, a bit louder.

"Good, because you have a new one!"

That piqued his interest. He sat up, ignored his spinning head, and ran a hand through his curly hair.

"I need the details, Y/N!"

"Greg is on his way to brief you," you replied, walking towards him and handing him the tea.

"That's the same mug where I left human teeth for an experiment," he remarked and stood up. "And who's Greg again?"

You looked at the glass in distaste. As if answering him, there were sudden knocks on the door.

"Come in, it's unlocked!" you yelled.

"How is it unlocked? Wait, do you have a key to our apartment?" John asked, properly waking up.

"No, you were so drunk and you forgot to lock it," you smiled, though of course, that wasn't the truth.

"You're getting better at lying," Sherlock noted. "I can still tell, but it's getting better."