Almost Wanted

Adler's texts

You had already explained to Mycroft three time what had happened. Apparently not trusting people who spy on other's was true. You almost had the story memorized when he finally gave up. 

"Come on John. We have got to get him home." You finally  said. Sherlock was still asleep. At least if anything he would catch up on missing hours. Mycroft had some driver drive us back to 221 B. You helped John get Sherlock into his own bed. You had given him a once over before sighing. He would complain when he awake about the state of his clothes. You carefully removed his shoes and dress socks. You left his slacks but took his jacket off. He looked a lot more comfortable like that. You smiled and walked out to speak with John. 

"Y/n, you need to wash your face and change." John said after looking at you. You knit your eyebrows together before remembering shooting the American. Right blood splatter. You stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower before changing dresses. When you stepped out you thew your hair into a messy bun to keep it out of your face. 

"I know you were an assassin, but you just killed him without even thinking about it." John muttered after some awkward silence. 

"And  you didn't kill the cabbie driver without thinking about it. John I know. I also know that when it comes to Sherlock it shoot first think about it later." You responded. 

"Sherlock has that affect. Bloody Hell." John whispered. You glanced at him to see him smiling. 

"At least until he wakes the flat will be quiet. You joked. 

"True, but you won't be happy till he wakes up. Trust me everyone has seen it. Especially Mycroft." John said with a smile. 

"MMM Mycroft. He can be a bigger arse then Sherlock. Although, between me and you, I consider Mycroft some of my only family. He has literally saved my life." You said closing your eyes. You were curled up in Sherlock's chair. 

"If I didn't know Mycroft better I would say he is jealous." John said. Your eyes snapped open and your mouth fell slack. 

"No. No. No. Mycroft dealing with any emotion, especially jealousy is not in his nature. He feels compassion on some level, but it's still not normal." You finally spat out. John just snorted. 

"You going to Sarah's?" You asked later in the day. John shook his head no and you realized they broke up. 

"Well, John I would say since you have the night off you should go to a pub or something." You suggested. John just shook his head. 

"No, I think I will take this night off by catching up on some sleep and eating... a lot." John answered. You laughed before wishing him well and heading down to your own flat. You just wanted to play the piano for a little while. Sherlock always knew how to keep you busy and you have found yourself immensely bored. 

You tapped out a few notes before you began playing. Any song that came to mind became another song you would play. Eventually you grew so tired that playing wasn't an option, but neither was making it up the stairs. 

You stumbled down the hall of the flat to your own bed and you fell asleep quickly. The next day you woke up early and went for a run before heading up to 221 B. You found John sipping on some tea. He smiled when you walked and you gave a small wave. You settled in Sherlock's chair and opened Sherlock's laptop. 

"You won't be able to get past the password." John said still sipping his tea. I looked up at him and turned the computer towards him. I already had it open. 

"How? What was it?" John sputtered. 

"Now that would ruin the surprise wouldn't it." I said scrolling through Sherlock website.