Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 16: Oh will we?

Your POV

I snap my eyes open, sitting up fast. I groan and put my hand to my head, but I don't fall like I did last night. Wait... last night. I whip my head around to the other side of the bed, breathing out a sigh of relief when I didn't see Sherlock. I was fully clothed. Thankfully.

I yawn and stretch my arms out to my sides. My face pulsed and my cuts stung, but I swung my legs over the bed. My feet touch the cold ground, and I force myself to stand up straight. I wobble for a little, then walk to the door the best I can.

I walk into the living room, yawning and scratching my head.

"Morning sleeping beauty." John said, immediately handing me a cup of tea.

"Morning. And thanks." I said, reaching for the tea. Sherlock smiled at me as he takes a sip of his tea. He giggles a little bit, and I look at him weird. "What?"

"...your..." he points at my head. I widen my eyes in horror as I realized that I hadn't brushed my hair. I frantically tried my best to smooth it down, which made Sherlock giggle more. I throw it up in the messiest bun that I've ever done, and he goes back to his news paper.

I jump when Mycroft clears his throat, just now realizing that he was there. "Mycroft." I said dully, taking a sip of my tea.

"(Y/N)..." he replies, bouncing on his toes and standing up straight.

"The photographs are perfectly safe." Sherlock said, obviously continuing the conversation from before I walked in.

"In the hands of a fugitive sex worker." Mycroft said snappily.

"She's not interested in blackmail. She wants ... protection for some reason. I take it you've stood down the police investigation into the shooting at her house?"

"How can we do anything while she has the photographs? Our hands are tied."

"She'd applaud your choice of words." Sherlock said with sass. John smirked and I tried to hide my laughter with my tea. Sherlock smiles back at me, then continues with his newspaper.

"That camera phone is her 'get out of jail free' card. You have to leave her alone. Treat her like royalty." Sherlock said, I smirked.

"Though not the way she treats royalty." I said, and John and Sherlock smirked at me. Mycroft looked at me with anger.

All of a sudden the sigh from last night filled the room. John and Mycroft frowned and looked at Sherlock. "What was that?" John asked.

"Text."

"But what was that noise?" John persisted again. I picked up Sherlock's phone, being careful not to read the text. I tossed it over to him and he nodded at me. He read the text and put it back down on the table.

"Did you know there were other people after her too, Mycroft, before you sent John and I in there? CIA-trained killers, at an excellent guess."

"Yeah, thanks for that Mycroft." John said sarcastically, plopping his cup of finished tea onto the table.

Ms. Hudson walks in with a plate of breakfast and places it down in front of Sherlock. I smiled at her, she smiled back.