Y/n Holmes

🐺The Hounds of Baskerville🐺

(IVE FINALLY GOT MOTIVATION, ITS BEEN TOO LONGGGG, its autumn time and i feel like i get alot of motivation during the 'ber' months, its too hot in the summerrrr, anyway enjoy, sorry if ima little rusty :') )

I was sat at my desk, texting Conner when i hear a thud from the other room and the muffled voices of john and sherlock.

"Well, that was tedious."

"You went on the Tube like that?!"

I get up from my desk, bringing my water bottle with me to fill up.

"None of the cabs would take me."

I open the door to exit my room and sherlock quickly walks past towards the bathroom, he was splattered in blood, carrying a large harpoon nearly taller than him, sherlock storms past and slams the bathroom door behind him, i slowly walk into the kitchen and see john sitting on his chair reading the newspaper, i turn on the tap of fill my water bottle.

"what happened to sherlock?" i ask john, he turns around to look at me but just shrugs his shoulders and turns back around to his paper, "...okay" i sit in the living room, on the sofa, picking up another newspaper for a while.

About fifteen to twenty minutes later sherlock comes back into the room, dressed in clean clothes but still wearing his dressing gown, he begin to pace around the room, holding his harpoon, i look up at him and question how im even related to this man.

"Nothing?" sherlock asks john impatiently, putting the harpoon down in the corner of the room.

"Military coup in Uganda."

"hm.." sherlock hums, obviously uninterested.

"oh!" i say, turning the newspaper around, "sherlock, look at this!"

Sherlock quickly turns around, excitedly but it soon fades when he sees the picture of him with the deer stalker cap, he glares at me and then continues to pace.

"Oh, um, Cabinet reshuffle." john suggests

"Nothing of importance?" sherlock hisses, picking the harpoon back up and slamming it down on the floor "OH! GOD!" he shouts in annoyance, he suddenly looks at john intensely, "John, I need some. Get me some."

"no." john says sternly

"Get me some." sherlock demands

"no!" john points at sherlock "Cold turkey, we agreed, no matter what!"

sherlock leans his harpoon back down, annoyed.

"Anyway, you've paid everyone off, remember? No-one within a two mile radius'll sell you any." john says, opening his paper again.

" Stupid idea. Whose idea was that?" sherlock asks john, then turns to me.

I look towards where mrs hudson's flat was.

"Mrs Hudson!" Sherlock shouts angrily before he begins to scramble around the flat, trying to find his pack of cigarettes, paper flying everywhere.

"you look desperate sherlock" i tease, knowing he hates whenever someone says that, sherlock turns around and glares at me before going back to trying to find some cigarettes.

"Look, Sherlock, you're doing really well. Don't give up now!" john says.

"Tell me where they are!" still throwing books and paper around "Please. Tell me."

....

"Please"

"Can't help, sorry." john says sassily, making me smirk behind my paper