Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 5: "Gas Leak"

Your POV

Gunshots rang out from 221B. John and I raced upstairs and peeked in the doorway.
"What the hell are you doing?" John asked, putting emphasis on the hell.
"Bored."
"What?" I asked in disbelief, squinting my eyes.
"Bored!" He yelled, shooting at the wall once more, John covers his ears but I watch in amazement. "Bored! Bored!" He brings his arm back around, John rushes across the room and grabs the pistol out of his hand. Sherlock slumps back into his chair. "Don't know what's got into the criminal classes. Good job I'm not one of them."
"So you take it out on the wall?" John asks, walking towards the kitchen.
"Ah, the wall had it coming." He said cockily, making me giggle. He smirks at me, propping his arm up and resting his head on it. John opens the fridge and quickly closes it, sighing to himself.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
"It's a head."
"A what?"
"A severed head!" He shouts again, turning towards Sherlock.
"Just tea for me, thanks." Sherlock says, shifting his position on the chair.
"No, there's a head on the fridge!" I get up, walking over to the fridge in disbelief. I roll my eyes and open the fridge, immediately closing after seeing that John was right.
"He wasn't joking..."
"Where where else was I supposed to put it?" Sherlock said, looking at John and I. "I got it from Bart's morgue. I'm measuring the coagulation of saliva after death." I shake my head as John buries his head in his hand, rubbing his head. "I see you've written up the taxi driver case."
"Uh... yes." He said, sitting down, still clearly startled by the head. I sat on the arm.
"A Study in Pink... nice."
"Makes sense." I said, leaning back on the chair. "Pink lady, pink case, pink phone - there was a lot of pink."
"Did you like it?" John asked innocently, towards Sherlock.
"Erm... no."
"Why not? I'd thought you'd be flattered!"
"Flattered? 'Sherlock sees through everything and everyone in seconds. What's incredible though is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.'" I tried to conceal my laughter, covering my mouth with my hand.
"Now, hang on... I didn't mean that-"
"Oh! You meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way, then?" I giggled through my mouth, earning a glare from John. He stands up, walking towards the living room door.
"Where are you off to?" I ask.
"Out! I need some air." He said, walking down the stairs. I look down as Mrs. Hudson walks into the room and knocks on the door.
"Oi! What have you done with my bloody wall?" She yells, and Sherlock smiles, seeming pleased with himself. "I'm putting this on your rent young man!" She yells, walking out of the room once more. I giggle at him, as he walks towards the center of the room.
All of a sudden the back wall explodes, sending Sherlock flying towards the ground. "Sherlock!" I cry out as the ringing in my ears intensify.