His Great Game (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 14: It Takes a Special Set of Skills

(Your POV)

"John." The voice stirred me from my sleep and I opened my eyes slowly, lifting my head. It took a moment for everything to come into focus.

"John." The voice said again. I sat up to see Sherlock standing at the doorway. John shifted next to me, grumbling softly.

"I'm up, I'm up." He sighed and lifted his arm off of the bed, which I realized had been around me while we were sleeping. "What is it, Sherlock?" Last night came back to me in a rush, and I held my breath, realizing what the situation probably looked like. You idiot, you've both still got your clothes on. I let out a breath of relief, then frowned internally. Why did I care what it looked like? It was only Sherlock, after all. I shook my head. Speaking of Sherlock... I need to punch him. I looked over to see he had been staring at me. I took in his disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt. His blue eyes were riddled with what could only be pain and I wondered why. Hang on, is that... jealousy? I chuckled- he was a rollercoaster, this one.

"What's so funny?" His sharp voice shook me from my thoughts.

I snorted. Rude. "Nothing. Good morning." I forced a smile. Get the hell out of my sight, Sherlock.

He huffed and turned to John. "We're due at New Scotland Yard right about, oh..." he glanced down at his watch. "Now. So if you'd kindly get yourself out of bed and hurry up, that would be brilliant." With this, he turned on his heels and stalked downstairs, annoyed.

"Bloody hell." John muttered. "Not much of a morning person, is he?"

"Suppose not." I mumbled. John stood up from the bed and looked down at his clothes.

"Well, I suppose these'll do." He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, then headed out. He stopped in the doorway. "You coming?"

I sighed, remembering Sherlock's words last night. "Not a chance." I wasn't quite sure I had enough pride left to deal with his remarks after he had broken me down last night.

"C'mon, some fresh air will be good for you! Besides, I want to see how you'd work on a case."

I frowned. "Why on earth would you want to see that?"

He gave a knowing smile. "Because I have a feeling you'll be going on a lot more in the future. Today's just practice. Besides, we could use an extra perspective- well, one with a brain, anyway."

I flopped dramatically back onto the bed and laughed. "Whatever you say, John."

He spread his hands and then dropped them. "So, you coming or not?"

I sighed. "Tell you what, John." I sat up again. "If my skills are needed, shoot me a text. I'll go. But do not make me go if it's not important- I'm not in the mood to deal with Sherlock at the moment."

He nodded, satisfied, and turned to leave. "Fair enough. See you later, (Y/n)."

"Hey John?"

He turned back around. "Yeah?"

I smirked. "Punch Sherlock in the face for me."

He grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Not even an hour after the pair had left, I received a text alert. I looked down to see who it was and groaned. John. I let out a long breath- it would seem my services were required.

(Sherlock's POV)

I needed to concentrate on the case, I really did. I still felt terribly guilty about last night, and finding John with (Y/n) this morning hadn't helped. I knew nothing had happened, but... it still ate away at me for some reason. John giving me a good whack and a severe scolding hadn't exactly helped, either. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. We were pulling up to the latest crime scene, just south of the river. The car in question came into view, along with the figure standing beside it. I furrowed my brow in confusion. (Y/n)?