Little Games - Sherlock X Reader

(S-1Ep-1)If Inconvenient Come Anyway

So, BACK TO THE STORY!
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For a few moments, everyone was baffled as to why he just screamed out a colour. Lestrade stood there, shocked, then turned and walked into the room again. Anderson and another team came up the stairs from the next landing down. "Let's get on with it." He had said.

That's when your phone vibrated in your pocket. With a sigh, you took off your gloves and unzipped your coverall before you took out your phone to find a text from your dog-sitter.

(Sorry if you don't like dogs; it makes it easier for me to fit everything in). 

John watched as your eyes widened when you read the text.

Hey.
You need to come home as I have an appointment with a friend to help her with a few things. I'm going to run late otherwise. Are you available to leave work now?

– (Random Name)

"John, I have to go." You said, beginning to walk down the stairs. "Hang on, I'll go too. It's quite obvious that I'm not needed." John muttered the last bit and hobbled down the stairs to you, but two police officers came bounding up the stairs like there's no tomorrow and bumped John on the shoulder, knocking him off balance. Luckily, your arms found his shoulders before he tripped. "Watch where you're going, Marcus!" You called to the officer. "Sorry!" Someone who wasn't Marcus, responded. Kevin, his name was.

"You know them?" John inquired as you were taking off your coverall as fast as possible. "Briefly. I work with them, remember?" You teased with a smile. You checked the time. "John, I've really got to go. You'll be able to get home, right?" You asked, to be sure. "Oh, alright. And yeah, I'll be fine. Go home to Y/D/N (Your Dog's Name)." He replied. "Okay, well if you need me, phone me!" And you turned around and started running back to the main street.

"Leaving so soon, weirdo?" Donovan called as you expertly dodged under the tape. "Honestly, Sally. If you're going to call me a name, at least stick to it." You said. "I think I'll stick to 'freak', then. Suits you perfectly well." You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, Donovan."

Cabs weren't that hard to find, but it was only the third time in which you got into a cab, for the first two times, the cabs either had people in them, or they deliberately ignored you, which you thought was rude.

"R/A (Random Address) as fast as you can please!" You rushed, shutting the door with a slam.
"'course, love." The cabbie responded.

"So, what's the hurry?" he asked as you drove through the polluted streets of London. "It's just my dog that needs looking after." You replied. The cabbie looked as if he were in his early 60's, maybe 70's, and wore a hat atop of his head, covering his thin, lacy hair, which was as white as snow. And from what you could see, he was also wearing glasses. "Ah. What kind of dog?" He asked. "Er... it's a Red Irish Setter." You replied with a bit of uncertainty.

The ride went on for a few more minutes in an uncomfortable silence, when you realised that you weren't going the right way. "Um, excuse me? I'm not sure that we're going the right way." You pointed out with a nervous chuckle. "Oh, I know." He said back with a malicious grin.

Geez, for an old dude, he sure is creepy.

You tried to open the door, only to find that the doors were locked. Your goal stood clear; unlock the doors. A button supported the door locks at the front, and you formulated a quick escape plan. You would lurch forward and press the button with one hand, while opening the door immediately after with the other so the driver couldn't lock it again. Then you would jump out, drop everything and run. Lucky you were in converse.