Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Four

What is this?? An up-dat-ee? Whats that? Hmmm, I wouldn't know seeing as I haven't seen one in fucking ages (wow funny jokez). Anywhore, here you go... eventually! 

Flossie xx

You and Sherlock look at each other and grin from ear to ear. It's probably not that healthy to get this exited over a case, especially one this depressing. Oh well, this is not really the time to question your sociopathic tendencies. You somehow manage to tear your eyes away from Sherlock (seriously) and turn back to the windowsill before you. Sherlock is already a step ahead of you and he runs to find a sample of her handwriting while you study the blood closer. He comes back looking very exited. "The handwriting is definitely hers, but she was shaking slightly, natural for the situation of course. However it was also rushed, showing that there was pressure put on her, she didn't want to..." He is cut off by the front door banging shut. The others must be here. Great. You and Sherlock look towards each other, roll your eyes and look back at the door.

"Aha, I see that you have done lots of good work here, oh no, all you have done here is made a mess and contaminated the evidence." Anderson remarks rudely, before he has even makes a step into the room.

"I also see that you have been very busy, making a mess as well, I see, but at least you have been cleaning up after yourself... quite unsuccessfully. It appears that you still have a hair or two out of place Donovan and you, yourself Anderson, are still out go breath, tut tut. You should have kept going to the gym. So as you two have been playing it rough for the past couple of hours or so, yes we have been 'contaminating the evidence' as you say." You retort smugly. Sherlock holds his breath, trying extremely hard not to laugh. They leave the room awkwardly, with John and Lestrade sniggering in the corner. You turn around, make eye contact with Sherlock and burst into laughter.

Once you recover your giggle fit, you get to work, busying about to try and find more about the blood despite Anderson's remarks about 'contaminating the evedence'. Fuck off.

John goes to gather some coffee from the local Starbucks. You have a slight obsession with coffee. It doesn't necessarily let you keep a clear head but it keeps you off the more serious drugs, so what's the big deal. "OK," You start saying to Sherlock, who for some reason, listens. "so, so far we know that there was more than one person who was being held captive here. I'm probably right to say that one of the second victims after Olivia was either kidnapped or is being watched intensely..." you cut off and stare blankly into the distance.

"Y/N?" Sherlock asks.

You spin on your heals to face him. "Sherlock... you know the second hostage? They couldn't have been" 

"One of the second suicide victims" Sherlocks face fills with realisation. "Garry?" Sherlock calls.

"It's Greg" you correct him with a roll of your eyes. He waves his hand at you showing that he doesn't really care. You let out a small snort and slouch against the wall. 

"Yes Sherlock?" Lestrade pops his head round the doorway to look at the two of you. 

"We're going back to Baker street, call us if you need us." Sherlock states after taking a blood sample from the windowsill as well as taking a photo of it. He beckons you to follow him, which catches you off guard. You're a Scotland Yard detective,not a consulting one. You follow anyway gaining a slightly confused look from Lestrade, one that you return. The last he knew, you were at each others throats. Oh how things can change when you have a murder to solve.

"Um, Sherlock," You say as you enter the lift that takes you down to the ground floor. He nods to show that he is listening to you. "We kinda need to find John..." Sherlock raises an eyebrow at you as the door opens to show a slightly startled John holding an assortment of coffees and teas in his hand. "Oh, that solves the problem...How did you know?" You ask, turning from the bewildered John to the smirking Sherlock.

"Wellll... I calculated the pace that John walks with the distance to the nearest Starbucks, added on the time that it would take for him to be in the queue, which would be roughly four people due to the time of day. Then I also added the time that it would take for him to order and wait for the coffees, then the time that he would take to walk back, coffees in hand." He explained quickly.

"You saw him coming didn't you?"

"Yeah, he did" John agreed, you then walk straight past the nodding Sherlock and take a coffee from John muttering a thanks. You walk a few paces so you are ahead of the boys, and smile to yourself. An exciting case, this is a fucking good day.

You get into the cab with John and Sherlock. It feels weird, as if you own the situation, which is strange, if you think about it, as Sherlock is usually the one to be in control. You can tell that John also feels uncomfortable, he is sitting bolt upright next to Sherlock, shifting his eyes between the two of you. You turn to stare scenically out of the window, as if in a music video... but without the music. Tapping comes from John's direction. You instantly recognise it as morse code. He taps out ... - --- .--. / ... - .- .-. .. -. --. translating to 'stop staring'! Oh, you guess he is referring to Sherlock and you suddenly feel his piercing eyes looking at you, you try hard not to move, you aren't really support to be listening. After a few moments of silence you hear  John tapping again ... .... . .-. .-.. --- -.-. -.- - 'Sherlock'

.-- .... .- - - 'What?'

... - --- .--. / ... - .- .-. .. -. --. - 'Stop staring'

.. -- / -. --- - -'I'm not'

-.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . -'You are'

.. ... / - .... . / --. .-. . .- - / ... .... . .-. .-.. --- -.-. -.- / .... --- -- . ... / .. ... / ... - .- .-. .. -. --. / .- - / -- . - 'Is the great Sherlock Homes looking at me?' you tap out with ease, not being able to resist yourself, before turning to look at John in the eyes. 

"Y/N, do you know morse code?" Sherlock asks. You turn to him with a sweet smile.

"I don't know Sherly," He flinches at the bad nickname. "It depends."

"On what?" He questions, quick to add to the conversation.

"What the answer to my question is."

"It's yes" John confirms.

"Then yes" You answer. To be honest surely they have the combined IQ to figure that out, violent crimes detective who doesn't know morse code? Of course you were going to know it.  You keep eye contact with Sherlock, a small smile playing on your lips. There is a small awkward silence. 

"Oh..." He rips his eyes away from you. You manage to keep a straight face until you glance at the sniggering John. You let out what you imagine to be a very unattractive snort, and turn to look back out of the window.