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First date (Sherlock)

Imagine Sherlock being excited for your first date, but he ends up taking you to see a body for a case and then to a cafe to talk about it. But he holds your hand the entire time.

You slammed the door of your closet in frustration. What the hell were you supposed to wear for this? You had no idea where you were going, and Sherlock wasn't answering his texts. You flopped on your bed, still in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from earlier. Soon, Sherlock arrived, clad in his usual black coat and scarf.

"Hey, Sherlock? Where are we going? What should I wear to--?"

"No time! There's been another murder!" You were swept out the door of your flat and ended up in a cab, next to Sherlock. Another murder? Was Sherlock turning your date into a murder investigation? You realized that in the commotion, your hand had ended up in Sherlock's, and he hadn't let go, which made you feel like fireworks were going off inside you.

Sherlock seemed a bit uncomfortable, and you couldn't figure out why. Suddenly he pulled a slightly wilted daisy out of his coat pocket and proudly presented it to you. You just started giggling, making Sherlock look quite alarmed.

"What? Did I do something wrong? I thought this was customary, to give your date something. John said--"

"No, you did everything exactly right. You're just really adorable when you're nervous." You could've sworn his pale complexion grew a bit pinker at your words.

•••

"Hi Sherlock! Hi (Y/N)!" A cheerful Molly welcomed you. Her big smile fell a bit when she eyed your fingers entwined with Sherlock's. Sherlock followed her gaze and began to explain.

"We're on a date." Molly nodded, but her smile turned a bit fixed. "See, John thought I should ask (Y/N) on a date and he told me how to and--" You smacked his arm lightly, and he shut up. You noticed he still hadn't let go of your hand, despite your subtle cues that Molly was getting jealous.

"So, here's the body," said Molly as the two of you followed her to where she pulled back a white sheet. "No connection between the murders except that they were within a day of each other," she continued. "Different causes of death, but they all had a considerable amount of alcohol in their systems." You swallowed down your nausea as you tried to avoid looking at the pale, cold body lying on the table beside you. Anything medical made you squeamish, but you put up with it since it meant spending more time with Sherlock.

Sherlock scrutinized the body for a few moments, then cleared his throat.

"So, the bodies were found away from their homes, correct?" Molly nodded. "And they were found wearing relatively nice clothes? Logically, they probably were going out somewhere to escape themselves. Sure, you can binge drink at home, but they wanted to escape what was going on there. The middle- aged man? Problems at work. This one?" He gestured toward the body, a young woman. "University age, probably a lot of pressure at school." He was still grasping your hand. His deductions were simple for him, but always seemed to make you weak at the knees.

"Nightclubs." Apparently the rest of Sherlock's deductions had been lost as your mind drifted, and Sherlock began to pull you towards the exit, as you wondered why he bothered to come here for such a short time.

"Sorry, Molly! Gotta dash!" He called out behind him as she looked after the both of you longingly.

As you and Sherlock sat at a cafe table, he began to talk quickly about the murders as you listened patiently, half the time not even knowing what he was talking about. It made you leap with joy inside that he was still holding your hand, despite it being a kind of crappy date.

When Sherlock dropped you off at your flat a few hours later (He had solved the case within a half hour, giving you time for a proper date), you kissed his cheek before exiting the cab. This time, you could definitely tell that he was blushing slightly. He gave you a very rare but extremely attractive smile, the kind that made it seem like a ray of sunlight was shining on his face. He didn't let go of your hand until you slipped out of the cab, until he absolutely had to.