Kept Locked and Safe. SherlockxReader

1.Behind The Door

"We're coming in!" The door came off the hinges. Six people entered... 1 women rest men... Boring. Where did I put it? My mind wandered off as they got closer. "Miss, is this your house?" His voice was rough, white hair, steady eyes... Detective? No, the people follow like dogs, Detective Inspector more likely, redness around iris... Trouble, stressed, can also be seen by the bags under eyes. hands... Tan line, recently removed wedding ring, wife unfaithful... Over all boring. "Miss, are you ok?" Waving his hand in front of my face like i didn't notice, Turning my face back to the piece, I continued to play.

"Now listen here," a women's voice came in crushing into the notes, grasping my hands she slammed them into the piano key. Her hands, bruised... Rough sex? Probably, smells of a man's Cologne, someone else in the room wearing it... "We are the..."

"Police I can tell, you broke down my door..." No emotions in my voice as I turned to face her, stubborn... Eyes burning with rage. I will label you as a mule." This house is label as protected under the British government, and you are not allowed in here without their permission." A growl like sigh came from her lips as she tried to stare me down... Maybe she is a poodle, the hair defiantly the same.

"Donovan, back up," the Man yelled and she slammed my hands into the keys again, "I'm sorry, miss?"

"(L/n), now if you want to take me somewhere talk to the government, I'm under house arrest." Getting up I changed seats, into my large chair in front of my fireplace, the fire crackling as I added a new log, turning back to face him... He looked stunned, " please have a sit," pointing to the sits across of me, took his place on the lounge closet to me.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you but a murder has happen near by and we must do a check, to rule people out, " he looked at me like if I was a child...

"Why are you here then?" The words came as a sigh, new footsteps... Two men.

"Well you see, the murder happen next door to you..." His eyes filled with a hint of sadness... Sadness for the person killed or for me?

"I heard screaming and crying, been like that for the last couple of weeks, is that all you need?"

"Why didn't you call police then?!" A different voice chimed in, short compared to his partner next to him. Tan lines fading, spend long periods in the sun... the way he stands, soldier, no doctor, field doctor? Gentle eyes, sentimental... Easy to take advantage, while company, tall, thin... Doesn't eat proper meals, body handles it well, drug addiction? Probably, and from that got used to being neglected... Boring as well... Wait, trained eyes, scanning everything... Similar to...

"Everyone out!" Mycroft yelled as he pushed the two men out of his way, rushing to my side.

"What wrong with you, you don't have th..."

"Donovan, out!" The detective canceled out the women's scream, doing so she just grunted, turning on her heels and walked out followed by the rest of the puppies.

"(Y/n) are you ok?!" Pain filled Mycroft's eyes as he begged for an answer. Hair messy, panting, sweating... In a rush to find me, no umbrella... Wasn't at any meeting or Important dates today... Or was working out when the alarms were tripped... Most likely.

"Yes... and no I didn't call mr Plod" sighing before reaching behind the seat and taking the flute there, " you can sit." Voice colder then normal calling for them.

... Silence... Bringing the flute to my mouth, it played its own lullaby

-sherlock's POV-

She played it so naturally... What lullaby was this? It has such a sad tune... All the Pretty Little Horses - native American of origin... That isn't a very popular one.

"So I'm guessing, call off the boys?" Lestrade voice full of annoyance, Mycroft almost seems happy, nodding and with that he pulled out his phone making calls...

"Now... Brother, dearest would you please take a seat?" Pointing his hand to the armchairs yet he continued to stand next to the women... What's in his eyes? Need to protect...Sentiment? Interesting... Blackmail. John just quickly took a sit as told, I'll like to see how long it takes for him to order me. "Brother, now!" 5 seconds and Raising his voice now... Interesting... Even John and Lestrade are confuse... But yet that girl... Taking a seat, on the twin chair next to John my mind raced looking at her...

(H/c) and (h/l) not important, next... (E/c) eyes, tracing almost but also blank... No panic, not scared, not annoyed. Can't get anything out of that...

"I would stop while your ahead... She is a locked book." Mycroft mumbled just as Lestrade closed his phone, now he definitely looks pissed. " I appreciate that, Lestrade,"

"Wait she like you two?" John blurted out before Lestrade could even try.

Then 'God save the queen' by the sex pistols started to play, a strong cringe builded on Mycroft's face as she put down the flute and pulled out a phone, answering it.