I woke up in a warm bed, dressed in an oversized t-shirt.
I groaned in pain, god my back hurts.
As everything became clear again, I could hear the beautiful sounds of a violin. I was definetly going on an investigation.
As I walked out of the door I saw a silhouette of a man with curly hair facing the window.
Sherlock
I watched in satisfaction, sitting in what I expected to be John chair. As the music stopped I said: "Wow, I didn't know you can play the violin. It's beautiful." My voice was still a bit weak, but it was definetly better then yesterday.
"Y/N, you should really get some rest." Sherlock replied
"Sher, I'll be fine. It's just a couple of bruises." I told him
"And a broken nose." He corrected
"AGAIN?! You're joking right?!"
"Nope, it's broken. John treated you."
I looked in the mirror, that nose did indeed look very broken. I Sighted, my entire mood had changed in a second.
At that moment John walked in.
"Y/N, you're awake." He said
"Very awake." I replied grumpy
"Tea?" He asked.
I nodded.
As John was preparing our tea in the kitchen, I turned to Sherlock; "Irak or Afghanistan?" I asked
Sherlock loked at me shocked; "what?"
"Irak or Afghanistan?" I repeated myself
"You have that too?!" He replied shocked.
"The deduction thing? Yes I do." I said as I smiled.
"Well, demonstrate it. Deduce John." He told me
"Alright." I sighted as i put my fingers on my temples: "John Watson, 31 years old, former soldier in either Irak or Afghanistan. Has once been shot in the shoulder on a mission, but has revovered. Had some girlfriends, but just hasn't found the one. Should I go on?"
I looked Sherlock in his ice-blue eyes as i nearly jumped from a voice behind me: "No, that's enough. You should rest."
I turned around and saw Mycroft standing in the doorway.
I turned to Sherlock again as he shot an annoyed look at his brother; "Who let you in?" Sherlock asked.
"Mrs.Hudson, now if you'll excuse me. Y/N, you should really get some rest." Mycroft said as he glared at me.
Not wanting to start a tantrum I decided that it would ne best just to get some rest.
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The Enemies Arms
FanfictionY/N is a smart, independent woman. Since she was 8 years old, she already knew what she wanted to become later; Consulting Detective. After her parents died in a carcrash when she was 16, she decided to move out of London and start her own life so...
