Sherlock Imagines

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You studied the scene. The cut was clean, precise. Just like the other three victims. You told Lestrade to check out the first victim's boss, because they were obviously having an affair, but Lestrade said they had an alibi. As if.
So Lestrade was consulting someone. Who? Some Sherlock Holmes. You could hear their conversation.
"We need your help, Sherlock. It's serial." Lestrade was begging, and you knew this 'expert' would see exactly what you saw.
"John's out of town. Who's working with me?" The baritone voice on the other end snapped.
"One, she's not your assistant, and two, it's Y/n l/n." Lestrade waited for an answer.
"I need an assistant, but who the bloody hell is that?!"the voice responded.
"Oh, right. You haven't met her. She's new, Scotland Yard snagged her from the FBI, so be nice." You were focused on finding evidence that it was Vic #1's boss, a connection, any connection.
"I'll be there in ten minutes." He hung up on Lestrade.
"I'm just going to warn you, Sherlock can be a little, well, difficult. So be patient, and try your very hardest not to punch him." Leatrade warned, and you cocked an eyebrow, before returning to your work. The word 'connection' repeated in your mind. A tall man in a trench coat entered the crime scene, but you made no move to greet him. Donovan groaned.
"Really? We have the FBI know-it-all, do we really need the Freak, too?" Donovan snapped, and scowled at her.
"Hey, do us all a favor, and shut up. I'm busy." You looked back at the case file. Sherlock smirked at Donovan's reaction.
"Careful, Holmes. You may not like what she has to say." Anderson muttered. You smirked, knowing full well he was talking about you.
"Careful, Anderson. You do know that agents having affairs with each other is technically against regulations." You warned, and he grunted in response. Sherlock tried to analyze the scene, but gaze almost always returned to you.
"You know, you may find out how did it if you actually look at the crime." He teased.
"I already know who did it. Lestrade's too much of an idiot to believe me." You snapped in return. He turned all his focus on you. He noted how beautiful you were, and put it to the side. You stood up to finally greet him.
"Detective l/n." You said flatly, eyes wandering to see what you could pick up on his behavior.
"Sherlock Holmes; World's only consulting detective." He responded, looking down at you.
"Careful with that one, he's a psychopath!" Anderson called. You rolled your eyes at his wrong assumption.
"As always Anderson, you are quite wrong." You called back. Sherlock was surprised you had noticed.
"Oh yeah? What then!" Donovan was tired of her always having to show everyone up.
"He has anti-social personality disorder, coupled with multiple impulse control disorders. Mainly thrill seeking ones, also known as 'sensation seeking', to the common members of society." He was completely shocked. Could she read him?
"How'd you know that?" He snapped. He was used to telling people about themselves, not them doing it to him.
"Fairly easily. You are clearly a prior drug addict, you're showing all the signs. Plus, you solve crimes for fun. Both are characteristic of thrill-seeking personalities. You walked into the room like you owned the place, so most people would assume you have narcissistic qualities that align with socio or psychopath. But that's also common for someone with anti-social personality disorder. You clearly were bullied, still are as I see, and yet you've never killed someone for the fun of it. You have a conscience, you feel remorse. You can't be a socio or psychopath, then. Leaving anti-social personality disorder, coupled with impulse control disorder. You may also have ADHD, but I can't be too sure." You smirked when you were done with your full analysis. Donovan and Anderson watched, amazed that someone had pulled a Sherlock on Sherlock.
"You have no pets, are utterly alone. Parents died at a young age, but that doesn't matter, because you didn't care. Bounced from foster home to foster home, becoming more and more into your books than the outside world. You keep people at a distance, find them utterly annoying, because you know people die. You don't care anymore, because you have no one to care about. You solve crimes for the fun of it, and to prove how much better you are." He stepped towards her, in challenge. She glared at him.
"You have as many friends as you can count on your left hand. You're ambidextrous, and like to think everything is a game. More fun that way. You don't care much about things you find irrelevant, because it wastes space. Despite being a genius, you haven't the mental capacity. Meaning you don't have an eidetic memory, and probably favor your long term memory. You memorize things better in pictures, but only as snip-its. Street signs, roads, and parts, not wholes." You stepped towards him. Lestrade and John entered to see their little staring contest.
"They've been telling each other about the other. It's really confusing." Anderson explained.
"It's only confusing because you're an utter idiot Anderson." You and Sherlock snapped, not looking away. You and Sherlock were practically touching. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you.
"I've never seen Sherlock so close to someone by choice before." Lestrade admitted to Watson in a low whisper, as Donovan said, "Those two were made for each other." And The same time Sherlock continued his deductions by saying, "You were an American FBI agent, behavioral analysis unit. You live alone in your flat, and are quite the talented pianist. You also sing, good for you, are you any good? Never mind, don't care. You are very head strong, and are Sapiosexual. You only date those who are useful or of equal intelligence to yourself, you haven't dated anyone in a very long time. The last on was because he was useful, and you broke his heart. Good for you." Sherlock finished.
"Me either." John whispered back just as Sherlock was about to finish.
"Lestrade, we're only this way because it's a challenge, neither of us 'chose' this. Donovan, I do believe that more my own business, is it not? Though, I guess I don't really care. Finally, Sherlock. Yes, I've been told I'm very good, and that's an odd thing to mention. Quite suggestive really." They all stared in bewilderment at you, and how you knew what all of them had said.
"You have an eidetic memory. That's rare." Sherlock pointed out. He smirked.
"I am extraordinary, after all." You commented back, reminding them all of the curly hair detective before you.
"So I see. Dinner?" He stated as if it were nothing, but Lestrade, Watson, Anderson, and Donovan's jaws all hit the floor.
"Sounds lovely. Say, seven?" You responded, and Sherlock nodded in agreement. No one could believe their eyes.
"I assume you'll be at Scotland Yard?" You nodded, and you both have each other a quick smile.
"You know it was Mr. Finely, the first victim's boss, correct?" You both said at the same time.
"Though, it was rather obvious." Sherlock retorted.
"I was surprised that not even Lestrade got that much. I'm sure a goldfish could do a better job." You replied nonchalantly. You both turned away from each other, you to grab your files, Sherlock to speak with John.
"What was that?!" John finally exclaimed. You and Sherlock looked at him in confusion.
"I asked her to dinner, I believe it's what you ordinary people call it a 'date'." John looked at Sherlock in disbelief, before Sherlock flipped his collar up, exiting the building.