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Sherlock {Requested} (fluff)

For BlackButler98

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You stared straight ahead at the wall, zoning out. You'd been at the crime scene for hours, waiting for someone to actually figure something out. You'd been trying to tell the DI that you knew what had happened, but he was having none of it, waiting fro Sherlock Holmes. 

"Please don't tell me that you couldn't figure this one out," Sherlock groaned loudly. He crouched under the police tape and looked at the body on the ground. 

"Well-"

"Either you know what happened or not. It's a simple question," Sherlock snapped, pulling on a glove and kneeling next to the body. He poked at the person's face and there was an audible squishing noise. 

"One of our interns thinks she knows what's going on, but-" 

"Where is she, I'd like to talk to her," Sherlock replied, not waiting for Lestrade to finish. The DI turned and nodded for you to step forward.

"Theory?" Sherlock asked, standing up, not having looked at you yet. 

"The man wasn't trying to commit suicide, he was poisoned via the insulin that he took the hours before. Someone put it there." Sherlock nodded, turning to look at Lestrade.

"It's good to know not all of you are complete idiots," he said, "I like her. Bring her along next time rather than Anderson." The consulting detective turned to you and stuck out his hand, which was slightly sweaty from being inside his glove.

"I'll just assume you know who I am." 

"Yeah. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." 

"Nice to meet you. Your theory was correct, as gathered, but who do you think did it?" 

"His friend. I checked his pockets. He went to a pub, like he does every night. He doesn't drink, but his friend gives him his insulin shot every night according to the barman." Sherlock looked at you curiously.

"I call the number on the receipt." Sherlock nodded and reiterated everything you said to the whole group, handed you a card, and swept off on his way. Lestrade ordered you to sit in the car with him as you drove back to Scotland Yard. 

"Why didn't you say you were good at this?"

"You never asked." 

A few months later

"Triple homicide in the Tube," someone sighed on the other end of the line. You were already on your feet and changing into your uniform. 

"Where you going?" Sherlock asked from the kitchen. You opened the fridge, frowned at the lack of real food, closed the fridge and replied, "Triple homicide in Bond  Street station." He frowned. 

"I'll pretend to be stumped," you laughed, slipping down the stairs. Of course after a few minutes of trying to figure out what had happened, Lestrade called Sherlock, who told everyone that it had been the man who was playing a guitar. He used extra strings to strangle them, take their money, and ran off. You and Sherlock walked to the platform together, waiting to get a train to Baker Street. 

"You could have gotten that one," Sherlock pointed out, looking at you odd. 

"I told you I'd pretend to be stumped. Plus I didn't know he strangled them with guitar strings. I thought he used his shoelaces," you replied. Sherlock smiled a little bit as the train rolled into the station. One stop and you were at back at Sherlock's. John was standing in the living room, looking both sleepy and confused. 

"Crime scene," you explained. 

"I guessed, since both of you were gone at," he looked at his watch, "Five seventeen in the morning." You smiled at him and landed on the couch.

"I'm going back to sleep." John left for work and Sherlock walked over to the couch, sitting just above your head. You nudged him with your nose and he looked past his book at you. You stuck out your tongue and he did the same.

"Oh you two. Stop acting like children," Mrs. Hudson called. 

"Never," Sherlock replied, in place of your usual comment. You smiled and rolled over, closing your eyes. Sherlock's hand subconsciously slipped through your hair. When Joh got back around lunch, both of you were asleep. He snapped a picture and reminded himself to send it to you when you woke up.

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Sorry for its shortness. I didn't want to make it to lovey dove because sherlocks only like that when he's pretending to love so yeah

Peace, Love, Spock

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Shivi