Sherlock - One shots || X Female

Take my hand

⚠️Tw: a form of self harm, crying, panic attack ⚠️

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Tears ran down her face as she slides down the wall in the bathroom.

She burrowed her face in her hands, trying to cover up her teary eyes and the smeared mascara.

She tried to regular her breath again, stop the uncontrollable crying. Nothing would work, everything bad what could have happened, happened. The emotions took overhand, so did the tears.

Why?

She wrung with herself, telling her mind to stop tossing the thought around, playing tricks with her.

"I believe you are in the wrong room." A deep baritone voice said suddenly.

She looked up in shock.

Deep blue eyes met hers.

The men had dark brown curly hairs which hung into his face as he looked down at her. His face was beautifully shaped and emphasized by his high cheekbones and sharp jaw line.
He was tall. Taller than her.
His black suit was perfect for him. The white shirt was nearly compleatly buttoned up but his collor of the shirt was spread open.

"What?" She said.

A smile twitched on his small lips.

"This is the men restroom you're sitting in." He continued.

Her eyes are now wide open and she looked around in disbelieve.
"Oh, my god.".

He stretched out his hand for her. Hesitating she took it and faster as she knew she was on her feets again.
She staggered briefly.

"Are you alright?" The men asked touching her shoulder softly.

He looked at her intensively, trying to figure her out. Her hair was shoulder long and brown-ish. Her face was small. Her eyes were big, surrounded by beautiful long lashes, with smeared mascara underneath. She was small but made a bigger impression because of her shoes. Her trousers were black, similar to his, her shirt was purple with ruffled ends and a v-line cutout. A silver butterfly necklace hung around her neck.

"I'm Y/N." She said and smoothed her shirt.

As his eyes met hers again, there was a question mark.

He could deduce her on the outside but more wasn't possible. He looked at her like she would be a walking error sign.

"Sherlock Holmes." He said slowly.

A smile appeared on her face.
"Like the Detective?"

"Consulting detective.".

She chuckled.

She walked passed him to the sink and looked in the mirror. He took some tissue from the paper dispenser and gave it to her.

Carefully she wiped away the rest of her make up.

"Okay?" She aksed and turned to him.

"Okay." He said.

She smiled.

"Now you should better leave before someone else comes in." Sherlock said and moved her to the door.

"Miss Y/L/N, there you are. Your father already asked for you. They're wanting for your statement." A man in a suit said to the women as they came outside the restroom.

He looked at Sherlock, his hand on her back and then to Y/N.

"Did this man bother you Miss?" He asked.