Almost Wanted

The HOUND

As we walked out of the lift and into the hall, we were forced to scan the cards one more time. You flinched as an alarm went off. Commander Major Barrymore came running down the hall. 

"Who are you?" He yelled. You turned to him and opened my mouth only to be cut off by Sherlock. 

"Mycroft Holmes. Don't think I won't be reporting the lax security here." Sherlock started. Honestly, you were a little surprised. He reminded you a little of Mycroft's stubbornness. As we walked out to the field and the alarm was shut off Sherlock was still defending our identity. 

"What's going on?" One of the doctors from the lab asked. Commander Barrymore ignored him still questioning Sherlock. 

"Mycroft isn't?" The doctor asked making you all turn to him. 

"We met at a convention." He said defending Sherlock story. Sherlock straightened and agreed even correcting the doctor about where they met. This seemed to appease the Commander. 

"Walk them out." He said to the doctor who was about to offer the same thing. We all walked beside him. 

"Thank you." You breathed knowing he knew who Sherlock really was. 

"Oh, It was no problem. I read his blog and it is great. What are you doing here anyway?" The doctor asked. Your eyes flickered to Sherlock. He wasn't going to answer. 

"Just investigating a case. Thought we would check out the base while we were here." You replied. The doctor gave Sherlock his number and you all went to see Henry. His house was Mycroft large. Henry had gotten some money. Probably an inheritance since he can't hold any job in his current mental state. 

"Hello, Henry." You said following him into his kitchen. He was showing you all around. He seemed much better now. 

"Have you remembered anything else?" Sherlock asked. Henry explained seeing the word In in his dreams. You nodded pretending to know what that meant. It was Sherlock's job to solve the case after all. 

"We are going to have to go out to the moor tonight. Henry feel up to it?" Sherlock said with a grin. Henry look petrified. 

"If that's the case I have to go back to our room." You muttered. You hadn't put your guns on you today. Not fun to carry them around while spending most of the driving. Sherlock nodded and you promised to meet Henry tonight outside your Inn. You went straight up to the room you were sharing with the boys. 

"Y/n" Sherlock called from behind you. You paused, foot on the step above you. He caught up to you and took your hand giving it a light squeeze. 

"John is getting us all coffee." Sherlock whispered. You nodded and walked with him happy to be holding his hand. You unlocked the door and slid out of Sherlock's hand. You went up to your bag and pulled it open. You saw all the clothes Sherlock packed and turned to him. 

"What is this?" You asked. He was laying on the bed in his mind palace. He glanced over to you and stood with a smile. 

"I like the brighter patterns better then all the dark colors." He said wrapping his arms around you. 

"Just like how you like my glasses better. Even though they are impractical." You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed and you placed your head on his chest. Sherlock started swaying lightly. You hummed and he pulled one hand away from your back making you sigh. You looked up at him and he caught your face gently with his free hand. He stroked your cheek with his thumb before kissing you lightly. 

You kissed him back happily. When you both turned away a little breathless your face was red and burning. Your gaze met John's smiling face and you flushed much darker. 

"John. Did you bring up the coffee?" You asked. Your voice wavered slightly and you inwardly cringed. Sherlock's hand on your back started rubbing light circles. 

"Umm. Yeah I got it." He said clearing his throat. He pointed to some cups sitting on the table. You groaned lightly and let your head fall back against Sherlock's chest. 

"Are you okay?" John asked. You nodded not even looking at him. 

"Okay, well I will meet you two downstairs. I am gonna grab something to eat." John said picking up his cup and walking out. 

"Why does that have to be so awkward?" You muttered. Sherlock lightly laughed and pulled your face away from his chest. 

"It doesn't have to be." He said. Your eyes were staring into his blue ones. You couldn't believe how perfect they were. 

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock asked interrupting your admiring. You flushed lightly and smiled. 

"I was admiring your eyes. They are a beautiful blue." You whispered. Sherlock hummed kissing your forehead. 

"Come on. John is waiting." Sherlock said. You blinked and pulled away from Sherlock turning back to your bag. You pulled out two small handguns along with the bullets. You checked them over before holstering them under the hem of your dress. Right next to the throwing knives you still had there. Sherlock came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. 

"I thought John was waiting." You whispered breathlessly when Sherlock began kissing your neck. 

"He can wait a little longer." Sherlock breathed against your skin. You shivered and hummed when he pulled away. You turned around to face him to see an evil smirk on his face. 

"What?" You asked suddenly suspicious. His eyes flicked down to your neck with a bigger grin. Your hand went up to touch the part of your neck he was kissing. 

"You didn't" You whispered. He pulled you closer and lightly kissed you answering you. 

"William Scott Sherlock Holmes." You yelled pulling away from him and checking in the mirror. Sure enough there was a hickey. It was rather dark too. You sighed and turned to him vowing to get him back. 

"John is waiting." Sherlock said with a smile. You narrowed your eyes. Yep, definitely going to get him back. 

You followed behind Sherlock thinking about revenge when you finally met up with John. You didn't even acknowledge him lost in your own thought. 

"Henry hasn't show-Is that a hickey?" John asked. You were still thinking and barely heard him. Sherlock elbowed you lightly in the ribs. 

"What." You said looking up. John looked amused. You watched as his eyes fell to the spot on your neck and you flushed. Your hand reached up to cover it. 

"I swear. Sherlock you will pay." You growled making John laugh. Sherlock just gripped your hand and gave it a squeeze. 

"I will be waiting for it, love." He muttered. You bit your lip back to thinking about your revenge on the curly haired detective.