I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by a couple of nurses and a lot of monitors. As soon as I was capable to, I asked the nurse how long I would be staying. I knew I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, I needed to get back to Sherlock. To thank him. When she told me I needed to stay for a whole two weeks, I decided that I would just simply sneak out.
And just as expected, sneaking out was no problem. Well, the sneaking out wasn't, the pain I had to go through tho. That was the problem. I had been so smart to look up Sherlocks adress, now I just needed to get there.
I was about to ring the bell of 221B, but as I reached out to do so, I saw a note on the doorframe:
''Don't bother, Sherlock shot the bell.''
I laughed on the inside, although I hadn't known Sherlock that long, I knew that that was typically Sherlock.
I looked at the knocker and noticed it wasn't straight, so I straightened it before I knocked it against the door.. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs, they seemed to be a womans. The door opened, an older woman standing in the doorway.
''Gosh, darling, you look horrible.'' She said.
''I know'', I reached my hand out: ''Y/N. Is Sherlock home?''
''He's been crying all day, I don't know what is wrong with him. Do you happen to know?'' She asked.
''Maybe, Is he upstairs?'' I asked.
''Yeah, come in.'' The woman, who I figured must have been Mrs.Hudson, said.
I knocked on the door of Sherlocks appartement before opening the door, as a reaction, I heard Sherlock yell: ''For the fifth time today, I am NOT in the mood Mrs.Hudson!''
''Wow, do I really look that old?'' I asked, my voice shaking.
Sherlock turned his head towards the doorway, his eyes were red from crying. He jumped up as soon as he saw me:
''Y/N!'' He yelled, running over to me.
He pulled me into a tight embrace and we stood there for a couple of minutes before I almost sank to my knees. Sherlock caught me mid-fall, helping me waddle over to the cough.
As soon as he sat me down I spoke, trying to lighten up the situation: ''You know you are not a sociapath, right?"
He looked at me, smirking: ''Did you deduce that too? You're rather good.''
''Oh I know.'' I said, smirking back at him.
A short silence: ''Yes, I would love to.'' I said.
''Okay, that's scary, how did you know I wanted to play deductions?'' He asked.
''Because I can deduce things, you know for a genius you can be really stupid sometimes.''
''Hmm, okay, so Mrs.Hudson?''
''Woman, mid 70's, widow of an abusive husband and drugdealer, has an unnamed sister.'' I paused for a second before resuming my deduction: ''Oh, and not to mention you are the one who made sure her husband was executed.''
''How did you know that last one?''
''Your eyes sparkled when I told you about her abusive husband.'' I replied.
''Damn.''
We played for a little more before the door of the appartement swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang, an angry Mycroft standing in the doorway.
''Why the hell are you here?!'' He yelled looking towards me.
''Did you really expect me to stay in that hell hole?'' I asked.
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Their Biggest Secret
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is the biggest secret of the british government, she is capable of things which 'normal' people aren't. She is the best assasin that they have in their power. Mycroft Holmes, who was practically the Britsh government, always made sure she...
