Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Three

Hey Guys, sorry its been literally a month since I last updated, I'm not very good at actually doing things. Anywhore, thanks to the lot of you that reads this and likes it. People actually commented for me to update more!!? That's cool, I thought my writing was shite. Enjoy this very late, lil chapter!  Flossie xx

As soon as you get home to gather your stuff to leave, your phone rings. Typical. It's John. "Hello?" You ask.

"Ah, Y/N, hi. We kind of need you back at Scotland Yard. Oh and also we have to go to..."

"Where some of the people supposedly committed suicide, starting with Olivia. Yes I know, that's kind of the reason I went back to mine, to get some stuff." You sigh.

"Oh, how did you know?" Jesus Crist, I swear it's more obvious than that, John isn't even that stupid.

"It's obvious, with cases you have to go to the crime scene, there are many crime scenes in this case and what better place to start than the beginning? Olivia was the first victim so we will go to her house. Voilá. Now John, I kinda have some stuff to do, so if you don't mind?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Oh and by the way, what did you do to Sherlock? You'll be pleased to know that he hasn't spoken at all since you left. He is also in some sort of trance? You'll need to teach me how to do it, God knows I need it." He laughs and you smirk to yourself. "Anyway, bye." He says, then hanging up.  You shove your phone into the pocket of your jeans and pick up your F/C backpack and shove in your phone charger, headphones and a couple other necessities, you don't know how long you will be. You then pick up your favourite jacket and place your gun on the inside pocket. Once you are all ready, you grab your keys and head out of the apartment and hail a cab. "Scotland Yard" you say to the cabbie for the second time today. Fieldwork is expensive.

You get there and see John and Sherlock waiting outside for you. Sherlock looks up as you approach but quickly looks back down, avoiding eye contact. You hold back a laugh. "Hi guys, where to next then?"  You ask, adjusting your backpack in your shoulder.

"We head to Olivia's apartment to gather some evidence with Greg. Donovan and Anderson will follow shortly after." John answers. You laugh a little before looking up at Sherlock who is doing the same. It is oh so obvious that they are fucking, wether they deny it or not. Your little giggle session is interrupted by the sound of footsteps and you and Sherlock return to your usual attitude towards one another. You look up to see Greg walking towards you. 

"Right," he says as soon as he is in earshot. "you guys ready then?" You all nod and he hails a cab, in which you are forced to sit right next to Sherlock. You feel him staring right at you. You turn round to face him and make eye contact, his beautiful sea green eyes make you falter for a second before you smirk at him, flustering him and making him turn away out of embarrassment. You might as well make the best out of the situation and take full control over the famous Sherlock Holmes. You look at him for a split second longer to admire his prominent features. Ummm... That's a bit weird Y/N... You bite your lip and turn away, trying extremely hard not to lean on him and to bury your head into his shoulder. The smell of coffee and cigarettes on him creates a longing, you want to be closer to him so badly. Y/N, please stop, what are you doing? You don't like him...At least thats what you tell yourself. 

You arrive at the scene without making a fool of yourself, thank God. That half hour was hell. You get out of the car and take in a deep breath. What on earth was that about? You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thought, and follow the others into the flats. 

When you get to Olivia's apartment you find that the door is covered in police tape. Typical. you open the door after pulling the tape off and head into the apartment. There is nothing unusual about it at first sight but you should never judge a book by its cover. You head into the bedroom to find it in a slight state, nothing out of the ordinary for someone at college, except... there is a dent in the carpet where the bed had once been but had since been knocked at a slight angle. You see that Sherlock has noticed the exact same thing. You look at each other. "Someone else was here" you announce to each other before hurrying around the room leaving John and Greg to look on, confused. You head over to the open window in which Olivia jumped from, and look out. Living on the 22nd floor has its perks, unfortunately. You take a closer inspection at the dark oak windowsill. There seems to be small, but never the less still existent, drops of blood next to the suicide note, along with tear stains. You call for Sherlock. He rushes back into the room. 

"The door wasn't forced open" he clarifies for you. 

"Thought so." You reply. "Look here, blood stains and light tear stains. No other marks apart from them. She was obviously hiding the fact that she was crying, reinforcing the idea that she was being forced into this, but was there someone else here with her that meant something to her... and the blood, apart from the head injuries from when she fell, there were no marks on her body, correct?" you look towards Greg, who nods slowly. You look back at Sherlock, eyes wide. 

"Who ever is behind this is clever," Sherlock states. "they did this well." He looks you in the eye, a fire blazing behind them. You smile.

"The game is on."