His Dream (Sherlock x reader)

The Blind Banker

"What's going on?" I asked as I opened the door, both Charlie and Mycroft burst through the door. Charlie walks past me, closing all the curtains and locking all the windows. Mycroft takes a seat on one of the green velvet couches, sighing as he does, he takes one hand and rubs his eyes. As I close the door, still standing in my robe and wet hair dripping down my shoulders, I place my hands on my hips, I turn back around towards the two concerned men. "Would anyone like to explain what the hell is going on?" I ask as Charlie settles down on the other couch in front of Mycroft.

Charlie looks over to Mycroft and he nods his head. "Look Angel," Charlie says as he gets up and walks towards me, he lightly touches my shoulders and smiles softly, "Why don't you get dressed first, and then we can discuss a couple of matters." I search his eyes for anything, "what's wrong? Something's wrong. Who's dead?"

"No one is dead y/n. At least not yet," Mycroft says.

"So then what's with all the secrecy?" I whispered with sarcastic jazz hands. Charlie looks taken aback, "there's no secrecy."

With an eyebrow raised, I sarcastically asked "Really?", as I pointed out the curtains and locked windows. "I'm in a robe, I'm not naked and spread out, just spit it out."

Charlie and Mycroft share a look before turning back to me, "Angel-", he begins before being interrupted by Sherlock bursting through the door.

"Y/n get your shoes and coat on, we got something," Sherlock says before stopping and reading the room. "Am I interrupting something? Mycroft, I need her." He says before pulling me by the arm and walking out the door.

"Sherlock, you can't just enter her home without permission and then take her away. She's my agent," Mycroft exclaimed. "He does it quite often, now that I think about it," I grumble once again. 

"Yeah? Watch me." Sherlock continues to pull me towards the door. "Bit much don't you think?" I mumbled to Sherlock.

"Woah woah, Mr Holmes." Charlie cations before getting in front of Sherlock, "We need her more than you and some silly little case."

Sherlock lets go of me, sounding a little angry now, "Little? This isn't little, this is more important than some stupid mission where she gets hurt again, Mr. Rivers."

"That was never my intention, Holmes. And you think she enjoys running around London looking for some stupid ghost murder?"

"Oh I know she loves it," Sherlock says sizing up Charlie. The two of them are standing so close together, that it's like watching oil and water.

Rolling my eyes, I leave the two behind to continue to argue. I walk into my room and get dressed, only putting on a pair of jeans, a black turtle neck, and my socks. I put my c/h hair into a ponytail with some pieces left out in the front. Just as I finish up, I hear Mycroft yelling. Geez, what is wrong with everyone today?

"Sherlock, unhand my agent or I will have you arrested!" Mycroft yells from the couch as I enter back in the room, I see that Sherlock has Charlie in an armlock. "Oh for the love of," I roll my eyes and make my way towards the boys, gripping Sherlock's arm and yanking it from Charli's neck. "How old are you both? Six?" 

"Y/n, you need to come with us, we found something," Sherlock said, more in a demanding tone. 

"Alright, first of all, fix the attitude, mister." I turn towards Mycroft, "Evidently, if whatever was so important, you would have called me to your office instead of coming here." Then I turn towards Charli, "I thought you said you could take him in a fight?" I smirked and he huffed out a shakey breath.