His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

The Blind Banker 5

Settling down on the couch, watching as Sherlock starts to talk about the new murder that was similar to the Van Coon case. The intruder that can walk through walls.

"Happened last night, journalist shot dead in his apartment. Doors locked. Windows bolted from the inside. Exactly the same as Van Coon."

John stops for a couple seconds before looking back up at Sherlock, then me on the couch. "God. You'd think-"?

Sherlock nods at John as he walks over to the coat rack grabbing his, passing the short black coat to John and throws the long beige one to the couch for me to catch. "He's killed another."

Opening the flat door and about to leave, Sherlock stops to see me still sitting on the couch. "Are you coming or are you just gonna sit there like a sack of potatoes?"

Smirking at the attempted insult, I shake my head, "I can't."

Both Sherlock and John fully turn around so that they are facing me, saying in sync, "what?!"

"I know, I know," I protest, "I just- I have my brother coming over with the kids for a bit."

"YOU HAVE A BROTHER?" They both say again, and in perfect sync, too.

Nodding my head towards the boys, "Ya I have tw- one. He's older than me, only by like," quieter now, "5 years."

"Damn..well alright," John says above whisper.

Rolling my eyes, I point towards the door, to which they only look at the doorway and then look back at me.

"Boys...the case?"

"RIGHT!" They both say. John starts to push Sherlock out the door, I could hear Sherlock basically whining "wait wait john we didnt say bye to (y/n yet)!"

"Oh yeah," John stops pushing Sherlock, they both pop into the doorway sideways.

"Bye (N/N)"

"Bye loser"

They both say at the same time before trotting down the stairs.

"Bye boys! AND DON'T KILL EACHOTHER!" I yell back.

Only to hear John yelling back up the stairs, "NO PROMISES!"

***

It was around 6pm when the rain started. It started off light, like pitter patter hitting the glass on the window. The road in front of the flat, began to empty out from the work day. Barely anyone was on the street, well not anymore if you were crazy enough to the outside since now its raining buckets of water. Thats why I love London, not cause of the food or my job or the fact that I am the service of the Queen but because of the weather. 

I dont know why but the rain is just comforting. Maybe the fact that it reminds me when my brothers and I would grab our boots and jackets and run outside, and the little game of ours where we would try to avoid the drops of water falling from the sky. Horribly we failed, but it was a game. Our game.

I pull out of my thoughts when I heard the front door open and voices echoing through out the hallway. Well here we go

Getting up from the couch, I make my way to my door. Unlocking the latch and opening up to see Juliet and Oliver hang up their coats, turning around as they hear the door open. 

"Auntie!" They both say colliding with my body with theirs. 

Returning the hug, I could see their shoes still on, and the fear of Ms. Hudson coming for me in my sleep for ruining her carpet filled my mind.

"Guys you better take off your shoes quick before my land lady kills me. And trust me. Shes good with threats."

I lift my head to see my brother. Jacob, the first born, the second pride and joy next to Jamie. "Hi peanut," he says, "sitting around all day, I see." He chuckles. Probably saw my sweats were creased or that my hair was patted to the sit from lying down on the couch, bastard.