Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 2: John?

Your POV

I was shaking as someone in the truck threw a blanket over me. I wrapped it around myself, tears rolling down my cheeks. My hand was still sticky with blood.

A car rolled up. Two people got out, one much taller than the other. The tall one had on a black trenchcoat and a purple scarf, a black
mop of curls hung on his head, bouncing when he walked. The other one was a bit shorter with brown hair. Wait... he looked very familiar.

"J-John?" I asked shakily, standing up, the blanket sliding off me.

"(Y/N)?" He asked, smirking a little bit and walking towards the truck. "Oh my god! Hi!" He said, approaching me and hugging me. I wrapped my arms around him.

"How are you?" I asked when he let go.

"...Good. How've you been? It's been ages!"

"I've been good... moved to London a little bit ago. It's been-"

"Terribly boring I presume." His friend cut off, stepping behind John. "Just like this conversation. Let's skip to the end." He said impatiently, bouncing on his toes a bit.

"Sherlock!" He yells and turns annoyingly towards him. "Sorry, love, he's not one for first impressions." He said, glaring at him. "What he MEANT to say was: Can you please tell us what happened?"

I nodded, launching into a full-blown conversation about the murder.

Sherlocks POV

"And... that's it. The ambulance arrived 5 minutes after I crouched behind the bush."

John nodded, putting his hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

"Oh please barely anything happened. Terribly boring if you ask me." I remark, rolling my eyes a bit.

"Sherlock!" John said, glaring at me again.

"No, no. It's alright. He's right. I'm being a bit overdramatic..." She trailed off, looking at her shoes.

I looked up, smirking a little bit. She was smart, clever, very clever. "Thanks for sharing..." I tried to lighten the mood.

She looked up at me, her (Y/E/C) eyes looking me up and down. She smirked, her (Y/H/C) hair falling into her face. She coyly tucked it behind her ear.

"Yeah, as long as it helps." She smiled sweetly, wrinkles forming at the corner of her eyes, barely visible because of her glasses.

I inhaled sharply. "John? Hungry?"

"Starving." He said, smirking a bit. "(Y/N), want to join us?"

"Sure!" She shrugged, "It'd be cool to reconnect with you and your boyfriend."

"Once again! Not gay! Why does everyone keep saying that?" He grimaced, walking away.

She snickered, looking up at me. I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. "You're... not his boyfriend though, right?"

"Not really my area." I shook my head, following John. She trotted behind us like a little puppy, and every once in a while I would look back at her.

I liked her. She was different.