Almost Wanted

Sorry Not Sorry

A/N- Thank you all for so many reads and votes. I honestly love writing this story even if it takes me forever to get anywhere because I get distracted. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Have a wonderful day. 

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Sherlock and you stepped into 221 B. Sherlock went straight to the kitchen table too finish some experiments. You stepped into the living room and turned on the telly. You were tired and wanted to bore yourself into a nap. You stole a glance at Sherlock to find he was looking at you. You eyes held his for a second before you slid yours back to the telly. 

"You can get some sleep you know." He said. You eyes traveled back to his. You shook your head and went back to watching the telly. You weren't really watching just spacing out while staring at the tv. Your phone beeped and before you had reached for Sherlock had his hand out. I pulled the phone out and read the text ignoring him. 

You look nice in such a domestic setting. -Moriarty

You glared at the phone before doing a very careful 360. Nothing caught your eye. 

"What did it say." Sherlock asked growing impatient. You handed him your phone before wandering around eventually stopping at the windows. You looked at the building across the street and at the people scurrying about. 

"He is trying to get into your head. He is being successful. Let him go." Sherlock muttered right behind you. His hand slipped into your pocket and deposited the phone. You didn't move.  You were mulling things over. You knew Moriarty. Well, you thought you knew him. You slouched slightly and realized he was going to win. You glanced behind you to Sherlock. If he didn't stop he was going to die no matter how hard you tried to protect him. 

Sherlock's phone rang shrilly in the room. He wasn't picking it up so you wandered over to him and pulled the phone from his pocket and answered. 

"Sherlock. I have figured it out. Well I know how the poison got into her system. I remembered the cat scratches and while I was here talking to her brother the cat kept coming into my lap. He smells like disinfectant. Who disinfects a cat. Sherlock?" John rushed through. You had put the phone on speaker so Sherlock could hear. 

"Yes, John." 

"Come over with a camera. You can see for yourself. I have got to go. See you shortly." John said before hanging up. You blinked. John doesn't normally hang up first. He likes the interaction. 

"He must think he is on to something." You muttered before putting Sherlock's phone back into his pocket. He smiled. 

"Yes, he does. We shall go and see what he is talking about. Mind being my assistant. Of course not." Sherlock said standing. He grabbed his coat and scarf before rushing out. You quickly followed him not having anytime to grab your own coat. The dress you were wearing has short sleeves and it was cold. You ignored the bumps that had appeared on your arms and legs and slid into the cab. You stared out the window and made a resolve. 

The only way Moriarty would touch Sherlock was if you were dead. It was that simple. Sherlock would not die by Moriarty's hand. You turned to Sherlock to voice your new promise to him when you found him staring at you with one eyebrow raised. 

"What?" You asked suddenly forgetting what you were gonna say. 

"You just made a decision. I could tell because your eyes turned hard. What is it?" Sherlock explained. You sighed. He read you easily. 

"I have decided that Moriarty won't hurt you unless I have died. Which would only mean he killed me." I said firmly and with steel. 

"You think he plans on killing me." Sherlock said a little surprised.