"Sherlock, why are there scratches on the table? There weren't any when I left," you question, examining the kitchen table.
"I'm not sure," he replies, obviously lying. You try not to roll your eyes.
Exactly 8 months ago you were assigned to a case by your boss, Mr. Kingg. The case was to spy on Sherlock and figure out how he's able to know things about a person just simply by looking at them. Your boss wants to teach his spies the trick, so they can spot other spies and what not.
You sigh, sitting down on the couch as Sherlock sits on the back of his chair, pressing his fingertips together as he thinks. He just took in a new case and is working hard on solving it.
Honestly, you enjoy spending time with him. He's so interesting and smart. His knowledge surprises you. Everything about him does.
He quick on his feet and strong. His talented and smart. He's even quite the actor.
But, you're not here to make friends. You're here to get information.
"[Y/N]?" Sherlock questions, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"Yes?" You answer, gazing at him. He stands suddenly and walks towards you, sitting down next to you.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," you reply, your palms becoming sweaty.
"You mentioned having a job but you never said what it was. What is it exactly?" He asks, shocking you with the question. You thought he was going to question why you're spying on him. It wouldn't surprise you if he knew you're a spy.
He is brilliant after all.
"I work as.... A dog groomer," you lie, unsure of what else to say. He nods and stands, grabbing his coat.
"I'll be right back," he whispers before he leaves, descending the stairs. You sigh as you lean back on the couch, your heart pumping and your head spinning.
You never knew being a spy would be so hard.
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