Sherlock x Reader: The Inability to Deduce

Chapter 3 - Frustration

Chapter 3 - Frustration

"WHO ARE YOU?" Sherlock just about screamed in your face as you turned to look at him as you walked down the street together.

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again, You. Are not. Allowed. To know. Not yet anyway," you mumbled the last part as you started walking again down the street.

"Argh! You have no idea how much this frustrates me, ____!" he hunched over a little as he followed you with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"You know, from what I've heard you don't get frustrated that easily. So that must mean that I'm really annoying you," you teased as he caught up to you.

Sherlock just glared at you as you both kept on walking, you didn't realise where he was taking you until you arrived, 221B Baker Street.

He opened the door and walked in, going upstairs. Evidently assuming that you'd follow regardless of whether you would or not. Inevitably you did, seeing as he had just left you in the hallway.

When you arrived at the top of the stairs you were greeted with a rather messy lounge are which led off to a kitchen on the left, "so this is where you live."

It was more of a statement than a question but he replied nonetheless, "yes, obviously."

"Wasn't a question," you muttered under your breath as you strolled around the room picking up different papers and looking at them briefly. It was then that Sherlock had started to play the violin rather angrily, "you know that's not going to help!" You tried to say over the loud notes as he screeched the last few before stopping and looking over at you.

He sighed looking at his lap, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair as he plopped down to sit in it, "well if you're going to be so irritating then you might as well look at the case I've been having such trouble with."

"It was the baker from down the road," you said looking him straight in the eye as you also sat down.

"What?!" He looked sceptical, almost unbelieving, "how on earth do you know that?"

"The thickness of the fingers, the grip on the victims throats and of course the bread crum trails leading you to the murder scenes that nobody seemed to be bothered with," you explained pointing at the various pictures that were pinned up on the wall to back up your reasoning.

"Of course, how could I have not seen it before?" He questioned rhetorically before heading over to the coat hanger and putting on his coat and scarf, "do not leave this flat until I return ____, I have some questions for you," and with that he left.

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You had been sitting on the sofa for a number of hours reading when you heard the door downstairs click as someone entered the building. You didn't look up from your book however until the person who had entered the hallway downstairs had actually come into the room.

"Hello," you said looking over to the short man with sandy brown hair who was also wearing the most hideous jumper known to man.

"Um.....hello?" He asked hesitantly as he walked over to the kitchen, "who are you? Are you a client?"

"No actually, quite to opposite. Sherlock brought me here."

"Oh....and you are again?" He called from the kitchen as you heard the kettle boiling.

"____ ____," you stated as you walked over to the doorway, looking at him make the tea.

"Nice to meet you ____, I'm-"

"John Watson, I know, I read your blog."

A/N - sorry this took a while. I know where I'm going with this I just need some help on how to get there so suggestions will be grately appreciated and feedback too! Thanks, enjoy!