Sherlock x Reader: Mystery At The Museum

Cant Catch a Break

After that terrible experience you decided to do the only thing that relaxes you... singing. Other people may meditate or take a hot bath, but singing always seemed to soothe you. You pulled out your laptop and put on your playlist, the first song that came up was Sweet Dreams (are made of this) by Eurythmics. Deciding you need to unpack you began with the living room. Hanging up more pictures, putting books away and adding a chess board seemed to do the trick. Then you moved to the kitchen unpacking pots and pans, your baking supplies and the food you ordered from the grocery store. Moving up to your room, you set up your desk put on the comforters and blankets. All while this is going on you are singing "Sweet dreams are made these, who am I to disagree..."

Sherlock POV

I'm about to go into my mind palace, when I hear singing. Usually I could just block outside noise but this time it was different. The voice almost hypnotized me into thinking everything was at peace. After listening to this voice for a good five minutes, I realized it was coming from next door; it was coming from (F/N). How could this girl be so harsh one minute and the next she can sing so beautifully? Wait what is wrong with me, why am I thinking about her I need to focus on this case. Another ten minutes passed and I managed to get back into mind palace. Curse that American girl.

You're POV

When you finally finished unpacking your playlist has ended. Realizing what time it was you decided it was time to go to sleep. Taking a shower first to clean up after a night in the hospital and a long plane ride. When you got out of the shower you saw that your hallway light was off, but you distinctly remember leaving it on. (You're a horror movie buff and have always been taking precautions. Not liking the situation you grabbed a can of hairspray and a lighter just in case. Walking out with just a towel on you decided to go downstairs in case you needed a quick escape. You yelled out "If there's anyone in here please I'm not in the mood, I just want a day of peace." Realizing that something was off you looked at your chess board, all the pieces were gone except for the white queen. and next to it was a note, "I don't like you talking to other men, but that won't be a problem when I claim you as mine." Not wanting to be in the room any longer you went to the only place you knew was safe.

All POV

Sherlock had just left his mind palace when he heard knocking at the door. Who could it be at this hour he thought? Opening the door, he saw (F/N) soaking wet and only in a towel. "The creep broke into my house and left this." You handed him the note and he read it over, after he was done he just stood there looking at you. "Um, are you going to let me in or are you just going to stare at me?" you asked, he blinked twice and let you in. "Sherlock who is that at the door, oh my who is this young girl?" a short older woman came down the stairs and begin leading you to the kitchen. "Mrs. Hudson, this is (F/N) are neighbor and the new case I'm working on." "Well come with me I'll find you some clothes" and Mrs. Hudson led you up the stairs. On the way up you walked passed John, "Hi John" "Hey (F/N).... (F/N), Sherlock why is she here?" "The stalker broke into her house and she needs a place to stay." "Sorry if I'm intruding I had nowhere else to go." you said as you walked down the stairs in shorts and a button up purple shirt." "Sherlock I loaned her one of your shirts I hope that's okay?" You looked at Sherlock sill mad at him from earlier then looked away.

"Well you can sleep in Sherlock's bed, he rarely sleeps anyway." said John. "Oh, I'm okay just on the cou..." "No its okay you can sleep there, I can stay on the couch." Wondering why he's being all nice to you all of a sudden you don't question because you're too tired to comment. "Thanks, I guess. Night and thank you for letting me crash here." you said as you walked up the stairs. "Why are you being nice to her all of a sudden Sherlock?" asked John. "I don't know what you're talking about" Sherlock said as he went back to his mind palace. Why am I being nice to her?