Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 11: Buckingham Palace

Your POV

John and I walked into the crystalline palace, I stared in awe. I was still a little dizzy from the helicopter ride, but I didn't care. I have never seen Buckingham Palace before.

We are led into a room with a chandelier, a table and a sofa. Sitting on the sofa was Sherlock. In a sheet. I stare at him, John looks at him as if he was saying "what the hell?"

I walk into the room, followed by John. I sit on the sofa next to Sherlock, still staring at him. I swallow a giggle rising in my throat. I glance at his sheet.

"Are you wearing any pants?"

"No."

"Okay..." There's a brief pause before I break down into giggles. Sherlock looked at me, giggling as well, making me blush a little. He had a really cute laugh.

"At... Buckingham Palace." John says, still laughing. "Oh, I'm seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray." I laugh almost too loudly as Sherlock chuckled, covering himself with his sheet more. "What are we doing here? Seriously what?" John said as he regained control of his voice.

"I don't know." Sherlock said. I smiled like an idiot at his cute little smirk.

"Here to see the queen?" I ask, still grinning. I hear footsteps coming from the hallway opposite to us. I turn and see that it's Mycroft. Oh god.

"Oh apparently yes." I crack up again as John and Sherlock follow, still giggling like children as Mycroft looked at us in exasperation.

"Just once, can you three behave like grown-ups?" He said, specifically eyeing me down.

"We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants, so I wouldn't hold out too much hope." John says smiling, I smile back at him.

Sherlock looks up at his brother, all of the humor gone from his face. I stopped myself from smiling.

"I was in the middle of a case, Mycroft."

"What the hiker and the backfire? I glanced at the police report. But obvious, surely?"

"Transparent." Sherlock says. I snicker at John as he looks startled.

"Time to move on, then?" Said Mycroft, glaring at me. He bends down and moves the clothes on the table towards Sherlock. Sherlock looks away like a child refusing to eat broccoli. Mycroft sighs in annoyance. "We are in Buckingham Palace, the very heart of the British nation. Sherlock Holmes, put your trousers on!"

"What for?"

"Your client."

"And my client is?"

"Illustrious..." A tall man walked in. "...in the extreme." John and I stand up when we realize who it is. "And remaining entirely anonymous." He looks at Mycroft, smiling. "Mycroft!"

"Harry." I sit down as Mycroft walks over to him and shakes his hand.

"May I apologize for the state of my brother?"

"Full time occupation, I imagine." Harry says as Sherlock scowls at him. "And this must be Doctor John Watson, formerly of the Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers."

"Hello, yes." John says as they shake hands.

"And who might this be?" Harry says looking at me. I stand up as he kisses my hand.

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N). I am just a trainee. Pay no mind to me..." I say, blushing a little.

"You're intriguing from what I gather." He says, releasing my hand.

Sherlock inhales sharply, "she said pay no mind to her." I nearly cringed at his attempt to get him away from me, it didn't work.

"Trainee, huh? Helping these two solves crimes, must be incredibly boring."

"You sound like Sherlock. And no actually, I have fun with a high school friend and a highly functioning sociopath, thanks." I said with a bit more sass then I intended. He stepped away from me. Once I tore my eyes away from him he started to walk towards Sherlock.

"And Mr. Holmes the younger. You look taller in your photographs." He stands up quickly, still wrapped in his sheet.

"I take the precaution of a good coat and short friends." He walks past me as I look up at him, offended. I step back, so does John. "Mycroft, I don't do anonymous clients. I'm used to mystery at one end of my cases. Both ends is too much work." He turns towards Harry. "Good morning."

He starts to walk out of the room, I begin to follow, but Mycroft stops me with his arm and steps on Sherlock's sheet. He barley catches it, showing a little bit of his butt before he pulls it back up. I giggle uncontrollably, my face turning redder than a firetruck. I earn myself a glare from Mycroft.

"This is a matter of national importance. Grow up!"

"Get off my sheet!" Sherlock hisses through gritted teeth.

"Or what?"

"Or I just walk away."

"Oh please let him." I blurt out, covering my mouth as soon as I say it. Sherlock turns towards me and smirks, John glares at me.

"Please, not here." John says, stepping forwards.

"Who. Is. My. Client?!" Sherlock hisses, almost incandescent with rage.

"Take a look at where you're standing and make a deduction. You are to be engaged by the highest in the land. Now for God's sake... put your clothes on!"

Sherlock inhales deeply and looks at me with puppy dog eyes. I put my hands up, and he sees that I have no argument in the matter.

"Fine." He utters, ripping his sheet out from underneath Mycroft's foot. I hand the clothes to him as he looks at me with his pretty grey eyes. He smirks at me, "thanks." He says as I release the clothes. My heart began to pound, faster and faster.

He tears his eyes away from mine and walks on, going to put his clothes on. I sigh, becoming dizzy from holding my breath.

"You okay?" John asks, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah... I'm... fine."