Sherlock x Reader Diversion

Diversion

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Inevitably, the lanky consulting detective whines rather loudly from the lack of an intriguing case. His "so-done-with-your-bull" blogger attempts to cease his bellyaching by tossing a file folder onto his lap.

Almost reluctantly, Sherlock opens up the cover and fiddles with the paper clip boredly. His bleak eyes scan through the information and after a few moments after reading, he flashes his signature smirk.

John rolls his eyes and sighs,"Did you already solve it or something?" The former soldier picks up his tea and Sherlock rises quickly from the sunken couch.

"Come along, John. We got a case to solve."

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The doorbell's ring chimes throughout the flat for about the thirteenth time. The owner of the flat swings open the door quite hastily.

"What do you want?" (Y/N) groans slightly angered. It isn't until she finishes dies she realize it is only the detective and the blogger.

In response to the rude greeting, John sends a small frown toward her. (Y/N) grimaces and corrects herself forcefully,"Welcome to my humble abode. How may I be of assistance?"

Sherlock says after,"Make yourself presentable. We're going to a ball."

"For fun..?"

The two men turn and Sherlock huffs into the cool, London air,"For a case of course. We'll be waiting in the cab."

(Y/N) calls after them with an upset sigh,"Do I have to wear heels?" Sherlock waves his hand dismissively as he walks away.

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With her flats padding softly along the sidewalk, (Y/N) quickly walks to the cab and pulls open the door. The three people inside (except the cabbie) acknowledge her presence by scooting over one seat.

"Hey, lovebirds. Afternoon, Mary," (Y/N) greets with a fake smile. John gives his best "for-the-thousandth-time-I'm-not-gay-I'm-married!" look at her.

Sherlock scans her up and down. (Y/N) jokes with blatant sarcasm,"Like what you see?"

"You couldn't have dressed better?" Sherlock expertly dodges the teasing. She glares at him once more,"You say that as if you don't want me to come. What's the case?"

The cabbie glances at the four through the driving mirror. Though it is quick, Sherlock catches the gesture.

"It's a long story. This is our man, though. You see him, get him," Sherlock answers quickly and shows the picture.

(Y/N) scoffs,"Got it, boss."

She shifts uncomfortably around. Sherlock takes note of her discomfort, but John speaks up.

"You're lucky Greg and Molly took another cab. I mean, Lestrade is the only one who can arrest him legally."

"Right."

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Mary lets out a small hooting giggle while John leads her to the dancefloor. Sherlock and (Y/N) stay behind at their stolen, reserved table. They don't even make the effort to pretend they are each other's dates. Their eyes like eagles' observe critically throughout the room. Greg Lestrade is doing the same but it seems he keeps being distracted by Molly. Molly, however, seems to focus on a certain detective.

"Sherlock, there's no use being here. Three couples outside are indefinitely freezing in their dressy attire arguing with the bouncer that they made reservations. Sherlock, I don't see him anywhere," whines (Y/N). She downs the last of her drink. Sherlock watches as she tips her head back in order to get every drop.