Deceptive Clues Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Oliver?

As they regrouped in Y/N's office, the group's discussion shifted to their next steps, but Y/N's demeanor was noticeably off. Tewksbury noticed the change and voiced his observation, "You know, I think we make a pretty good team." Sherlock raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression. "It seems our pursuits have converged into something rather effective." Theodore smiled. "It's true. I never thought I'd be part of something like this." Y/N nodded silently, her mind preoccupied.

Just then, Sherlock approached Y/N, a concerned look on his face. "Y/n, could I talk to you for a moment?" he whispered. Y/N nodded, and they slipped away into a nearby storage closet. "Are you okay? You seem jittery and upset," Sherlock asked, his eyes full of genuine concern. Y/N sighed and looked down, struggling to put her feelings into words. "I don't know, Sherlock. Everything is just so overwhelming. This whole situation, the danger, the pressure... it's getting to me." Sherlock placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you, and we'll get through this together. You're strong, Y/n, and you've faced challenges before."Y/N managed a small smile. "I know, Sherlock. It's just that... I can't help but feel responsible for getting everyone involved in this mess."Sherlock shook his head. "This is not your fault. We're all in this because we choose to be. We're a team, and we support each other. Lean on us when you need to." Y/N nodded, her gratitude evident. "Thank you, Sherlock. I needed to hear that." As they rejoined the group, Y/N felt a little more at ease. 

As Sherlock and Y/N found a moment of quiet solidarity in the storage closet, the door creaked open, and Enola's voice broke the hushed atmosphere. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have a visitor." Enola's tone was both urgent and concerned. Sherlock and Y/N turned towards the door, slightly startled by the interruption. Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion. "A visitor? Who is it?" Enola stepped further into the closet, her expression grave. "He's asking for Y/N but I don't know who he is."Y/N exchanged a glance with Sherlock, her worry deepening.

 She stepped out of the closet, followed closely by Sherlock. In the main room, a young man was waiting with Tewskbury and Teddy, his eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him – it was Oliver Blackwood.

"Y/N," Oliver said, his voice slightly shaky. "I need your help. It's about Angelica."
Y/N's concern deepened as she heard Oliver's words. "Oliver, what happened? Is Angelica alright?" Oliver took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "No, she's not. Henry... Henry Blackwood took her. He's using her as leverage to get what he wants." Y/N's heart clenched at Oliver's words, and a wave of sympathy washed over her. She stepped closer to him. "Oliver, calm down. Take a deep breath and tell us what happened." Oliver nodded and began to explain. "You see, it wasn't just about manipulation. My father originally planned for me to get close to Angelica, to manipulate her emotions and gain access to the arsenal. He wanted her to trust me so that she'd willingly hand over the weaponry codes. But something changed along the way."

Sherlock's analytical mind was already piecing things together. "You fell in love with her, didn't you?"Oliver's eyes glistened with a mixture of guilt avoiding Sherlock's gaze. "Yes, I did. At first, I was doing what Henry wanted, but then I got to know Angelica. She's nothing like her father. She's kind, caring, and genuine. I can't stand to see her hurt, and I can't let Henry use her like this."Tewksbury's eyes widened in realization. "So, you're not here on Henry's behalf?"Oliver shook his head fervently. "No, I'm here to ask for your help. Henry has Angelica at a hidden location, and he's using her to gain access to the experimental weapons from the arsenal. He's planning something big." Enola crossed her arms, her expression determined. "We're not going to let that happen. We need to rescue Angelica and put an end to Henry's plans for good."

Oliver looked at Y/N with a mixture of hope and desperation. "Y/N, I know I messed up by getting involved in all of this. But I can't lose her because of it. Please, help me save her."Y/N placed a reassuring hand on Oliver's arm. "We're in this together. We won't let Angelica suffer because of her father's mistakes. We'll rescue her and put an end to Henry's dangerous game." As the weight of Oliver's words settled in, the room grew heavy with a mixture of concern. Y/N exchanged a glance with the others, and the shared resolve to help Angelica. Tewksbury leaned forward, his expression focused. "We need a detailed plan. Henry Blackwood is dangerous, and we can't afford any mistakes." Oliver nodded, grateful for their support. "I have information about the hidden location where Henry is keeping Angelica. It's an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city. He believes it's secure and discreet." Enola chimed in, her voice steady. "First, we need to gather as much information about the layout of the warehouse as possible. We should have a clear understanding of the entry points, exits, and any potential hiding spots." Sherlock's mind was already racing, analyzing the situation. "Oliver, do you know if there are any security measures or guards at the warehouse?"

Oliver frowned in concentration. "There is security outside, and I've seen a few guard dogs patrolling. But the interior might have more defenses that I'm not aware of." Theodore added, "We should also consider the possibility of any traps or ambushes that Henry might have set up. He's a cunning strategist."Y/N spoke up, her tone determined. "Once we have all the information, we need to plan our approach carefully. Our priority is to get Angelica out safely without alerting Henry."Enola nodded in agreement. "Right. And we can't waste any time. Henry's plans are in motion, and we don't know what he's capable of."

Sherlock's gaze swept over the group. "Enola, contact the authorities and let them know about the situation. We might need backup if things get out of hand."Enola grabbed her phone and headed to the side, making the necessary calls. Meanwhile, the others continued to discuss the details of the plan. They talked about how to distract the guards, create diversions, and utilize their unique skills to navigate the challenges ahead. Oliver's gratitude was evident as he watched the team come together for a common goal. "Thank you all for helping me. I know I don't deserve it, but I can't let my mistakes put Angelica in danger."Y/N placed a reassuring hand on Oliver's shoulder. "We're here to help, Oliver. And it's clear that you care deeply for Angelica. We'll do everything we can to bring her back safely."After hours of intense planning and strategizing, the group had a detailed plan in place. They would wait until nightfall to minimize the risk of being spotted and execute their rescue mission with precision. The warehouse's layout was mapped out, escape routes were considered, and every possible scenario was discussed. 

As they stood up to leave the office, ready to take on the dangerous challenge ahead, Y/N caught Sherlock's gaze. She could see the unspoken reassurance in his eyes, a silent reminder that they were in this together. With the plan in motion, they were prepared to face whatever obstacles Henry Blackwood had set in their path and rescue Angelica from his clutches.

Suddenly, a loud banging on the office door broke the moment. The group exchanged startled glances.

"Now who the hell could that be?" Tewksbury questioned, his voice growing tense.

(Author's note: Hi everyone sorry for the delay I have been traveling for a while and forgot how I originally wanted the plot to go. I'm going to pick up the pieces and try to build off of what I have. ) 

- Arsenic Stiletto