The Abominable Bride (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 8: The Reveal

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You walked into the sitting room and see Sherlock lying on his side on the floor and you see, next to him a small case and the syringe.

Anger surge through you as you see this. "Morphine or cocaine? Which is it today?" You asked as you slammed the door and you see Sherlock's finger twitch. "Answer me, damn it!" You growled.

Sherlock jolts awake and says. "Moriarty was here."

"Moriarty's dead, Holmes." You said.

You walked in front of the fireplace and crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. Sherlock waves his hand vaguely and rolls on his back. "I was on a jet." He whispered.

"A what?" You asked, confused.

"You were there, so was Watson and Mycroft." He said, raising his head. He props himself on his elbow as you said. "You haven't left these rooms, Holmes. You...haven't....moved. Now, tell me, morphine or cocaine?"

Running his hand over his hair, Sherlock replies "Cocaine." He picks up of the syringe, places it in the case and gets up on his feet. "A seven percent solution. Would you care to to try it?" He asked you, handing you the case.

"No! God no! But I would quite like to find every ounce of the stuff in your possession and pour it out the window." You growled at him.

"I should be inclined to stop you." He said, smirking at you. You let out a sharp sigh then started walking towards his room.

"Where are you going?" He asked as he followed you.

You walked in his room and start looking around the room. "Where are you hiding them, Holmes?" You asked.

"Where what is?" Sherlock asked.

"That stuff, Holmes! I'm gonna find them and pour them out the windows, like I said." You said as you look through his bookshelves.

"Why would I tell you?" He asked.

You stop looking and walk up to Sherlock. You were a couple of feet away from him when you said. "You know, I can wire Watson and have him help me because I know he would agree with me."

"And like I said earlier I will stop you." He growled at you.

"And, I'm sure, Watson will like to remind you...quite forcibly...which one is a soldier and which one is a drug addict." You spat at him.

"Watson's not a solider. He's a doctor."

"No, an Army doctor, which means he could break every bone in your body, while naming them." You said, staring him in the eyes.

"My dear (l/n), you are allowing emotion to cloud your judgment." Sherlock replied.

You pointed at the syringe and said. "Never on a case. You promised me, Sherlock. Never on a case!"

The both of you stared at each other for what felt like hours. Breathing rapidly, you spoke up "Listen....I'm happy to play your protégé and I'm sure Watson's happy to play the fool for you. We will run along behind you like a couple of halfwits, making you look clever, if that's what you need, but dear GOD ABOVE....you will hold yourself to a higher standard!" You shouted.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because people need you to." You said.

"What people? Why? Because of Watson's idiot stories?" He argued.

"Yes, because of his idiot stories, but also for me Sherlock! If you won't do it for the people or for Watson please at least do it for me." You said.