Honey, I'm King(Moriarty fanfic) DISCONTINUED.

Eleven|A Day With The Detectives

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Chapter Eleven
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Moriarty had sent you home to your flat this morning, said he had more work to do. You had just smiled and allowed him to take you back home.

You on the other hand we're sitting with John in Sherlock in his flat while having a cup of tea while just chatting. Sherlock watched silently as he work on some very...odd experiments in the kitchen. Wanting to find out if a already dead human can still make saliva. You were a bit worried for why he had a head just in the fridge, strange.

John took a sip of his hot drink "So, how is your wound?" he asked "Did you just arrive home from the hospital today? I noticed you were dropped off by someone." his green eyes locked with yours as he awaited your reply.

What could you tell him? That you had sex with the worlds most consulting criminal? No, Sherlock would loose it. He could possible be assuming it was Moriarty who hired an assassin to kill you.

You opened your mouth to answer with some pitiful lie but before you could speak, that gruff deep voice spoke.

"No. She has been out of the hospital for a while now. Just look by the way she is walking. She was with someone last night, the dark spots on her neck recall with some bedroom activity. You stance is more tense and not so relaxed which could also deal with that wound started to cause her pain again and with also that..other thing." he paused to look at you with straight eyes "Boy or girl?" he finished.

John's mouth was gapped open and so was yours. Your cheeks started to burn as you scratched the back of your neck "I-It's a boy." you responded with a nervous tone.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows "Mhm. Thought it be a women."

"Sherlock!"

That was the voice of a hedgehog being defensive as he was now standing up. His lip was scrunched up while Sherlock gave him a concerned look.

"What? She is truly a very animated person. I'm just asking questions." he stated. John rolled his eyes "Sherlock, we've talked about this. Don't automatically start spewing out people lives like you've known them." he crossed his arms over his chest with almost mother like tone in his body language.

Sherlock turned towards John "I claimed your whole life like I knew who you we're. So if I can do it to you, I can do it to her." he bolted his gaze towards you and you knew what was coming.

"You have two brothers wait no three. One of them is having a divorce from cheating on his own wife. Another one is having drug addiction and is refusing to seek help from you. The last one is in college, smart kid, and is probably wanting to become a doctor. You on the other hand wanted to be a graphic designer but with the lack of money You destroyed that dream. You've had many minor injures, not including the one you have recently have. You have steel in your leg which is easy to tell by the way you walk and stand." he was circling you with steel eyes as he examined you "Now, There's something special about your relationship with this man. He seems unique to you and you can't let go of him. But, there is something else that your hiding from us about him. His name. You have never mentioned this mans name, why would be a good question. Haven't described his personality."

He was leaning closer and closer to you till he was only inches away as you stared shocked into his stormy ocean eyes "What is his name?"

John grabbed Sherlock's arm and pulled him away "Jesus Sherlock! Your frightening her." John looked the detective up and down and stern eyes.

Sherlock pulled away from his grasp and walked off without another word, but his gaze was locked on you like an animal finding its prey.

John sighed "I'm terrible sorry about that. He can get a bit carried away with his deductions. Did the same with me, knew if I was in Iraq or Afghanistan. He worries me sometimes haha." he chuckled while you could clearly tell he was trying to lighten up the mood.

You just smiled " No it's fine. Honestly, I find so interesting that he can just simply look at someone and know everything about them But like you said, it is truly scary." you looked towards Sherlock who was back at his experiments.

You shoved your hands into your pockets "Well, I better head back to my own flat. I got some laundry to do.  Have a good day Mr Watso- I mean John." you smiled as he just nodded and led you out the door.

While walking back to your flat you saw that lovely lady Miss Hudson who had grocery bags in hand. She gave you a warm smile "Hello dear. How are you?" she asked.

You smiled with soft eyes "Its been good. Was just talking to you flat mates." You leaned in with a giggle "I'd watch Sherlock. Back at his experiments." You said with a grin.

Mrs Hudson shook her head "I swear, Sherlock needs to learn how to keep his bloody experiments in a different place. He taking up my whole kitchen!" she sighed then looked back at you with that same smile "Well I better go deal with those two. Have a good rest of your day dear!" her soft British accent always seemed to brighten your day. She was just such a sweet lady, she did help you pay your rent.

You snickered as you could hear the voice of her from the door about Sherlock's mess.

Unlocking your flat you felt out of place when walking in. For some reason it just felt...odd. You pushed the feeling to the back of your head but it still wavered around.

"Strange..."

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Wow! I should give myself a pat on the back for getting this out early! Your such a good author Silver!

Okay I'll stop now😂 Decided to get this out earlier since I'll be going on a trip to see family so I don't know if I'll get the other one out as soon as this one was😢

Hope you enjoyed and have a fabulous day! Stay lovely!

~Aryiesti