Almost Wanted

Manipulation

For the next couple weeks Sherlock tried to get into Adler's phone. He had x-rayed it, thought someone had hacked John's blog, and played a lot of violin. Sometimes after John had gone to bed he would kiss you. Hard. letting each frustrating note he had been feeling bleed into the kiss. You  never minded. At least he was showing his emotion. 

"Y/n, I am going to bed." Sherlock grumbled earlier then everyone. You blinked but nodded wishing him a good night a shrugging to John who looked confused. You watched as Sherlock wandered into his room, but the bedroom door didn't shut. You knit your eyebrows together and stood. 

"JOHN WE HAVE A CASE." Sherlock yelled causing you to run down the hall. In Sherlock's bed was Adler. She was curled into a ball and sleeping. You sighed and walked out frustrated. She always had to come back. 

"You look jealous." John said from behind you. You rolled your eye hard hoping to make him forget that idea. 

"John please. I don't like her. I am NOT jealous of her." You stated plainly. You turned to look at John and saw him look at you with a knowing smile. 

"Of course. You couldn't be jealous of a woman with good looks and seems to get into Sherlock's head." John teased. You frowned and stopped talking when Sherlock and Adler walked into the living room. He sat her in the normal chair for people with cases. She didn't look happy. John took his seat and Sherlock his leaving you the only one in the room standing. 

"I will put on the kettle." You announced turning to enter the kitchen. 

"Why am I sitting here." Adler asked. You rolled your eyes and smiled at Sherlock's response. When tea was done you walked out with four cups handing them respectively. 

"How did you know how I like my tea?" Adler asked her second question. Sherlock turned his gaze to you and you sat on the ground by his feet. 

"I know a lot Ms. Adler. Please tell us your story." You answered ignoring Sherlock's gaze. You could feel it staring into the back of your skull. You were surprised when Adler actually began telling us her story. Why the Americans want her phone. Sherlock hummed when she finished and went into his mind palace. You smiled and stood taking his now cold cup and taking it into the kitchen.  When you came back out Sherlock was handing Adler her phone. 

"Unlock it." He commanded. She looked irritated. 

"Sherlock. I want you help. I don't want you to have all my secrets." She said. You rolled your eyes. She took the phone and entered the pass code. Sherlock snatched it back and grinned. 

"Thank you, Irene." He said while pulling out the actual phone. He entered the pass code only to be told he was wrong. He only had one more try. You bit your lip and glared at Adler annoyed. 

"I told you. That phone is my life. It is my protection. I know when it is in my hand." She smiled. She thought she had won. You rolled your eyes at her dramaticness and went and sat on the couch. John went out to get food and you found whatever appetite you had was suddenly gone. 

Irene had taken Johns seat and Sherlock was in his own. She reached out and gripped his hand and he flipped his over to offer her the same. They were talking their voices low. Not that you would hear with the blood rushing in your ears. You picked up one of the books you had been reading and opened it to a random page. Anything to keep you from seeing the scene before you unfold. 

John returned leaving the flat in almost awkward silence. He handed you your food and you smiled gratefully. You immediately set the food to your right and continued reading. Sherlock was watching you with mild fascination. Adler was watching Sherlock.