Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 19: Again with the American

Your POV (sorry I'll do Sherlock next)

John and I rushed up the stairs, and I saw a few marks on the wall, fingernail marks. "Ms. Hudson." I whisper to myself as John opens the door to the living room.

"What's going on...?" John starts, but trails off when he sees Nielson. He's tied up, gag in his mouth, nose broken, blood all over his face. Sherlock is on the phone, pistol aimed at Nielson's head. "Jesus. What the hell is happening?"

"Mrs Hudson's been attacked by an American. I'm restoring balance to the universe." Sherlock says, still on the phone. John immediately hurries over to Ms. Hudson, and strokes her cheek, asking her if she's okay.

"Nobody hurts Mama Hudson." I glare at Nielson, and he shifts uncomfortably in his chair while Sherlock smirks at me.

"Downstairs, take her downstairs and look after her." Sherlock says, nodding towards John.

"Alright, it's alright." John coos as he helps Ms. Hudson to her feet. She walks out of the room tearfully, but John stops and walks next to Sherlock. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

"I expect so. Now go." Sherlock said, eyes still fixed on Nielson. Sherlock, John and I glare at him, and now he has three murderous glares aimed at him. He shakes a little bit, and John walks out of the room. A small smile creeps along my face, letting Nielson know that he's in for a world of hurt.

"Lestrade. We've had a break-in at Baker Street. Send your least irritating officers and an ambulance." He takes his eyes off of Nielson and starts to walk around the room. "Oh, no-no-no-no-no, we're fine. No, it's the, uh, it's the burglar. He's got himself rather badly injured."

I smirk at Nielson as he starts to look nervous. I crack my knuckles audibly to intimidate him. "Oh, a few broken ribs, fractured skull... suspected punctured lung." I chuckle at him, and he looks over his shoulder at Nielson. "He fell out of a window." He said finally, hanging up.

"(Y/N), would you like to help me?" He says, slowly walking up to me. I nod, and he keeps walking until we're nearly nose to nose.

"Sherlock..." I said awkwardly, and he took a step back, but I quickly tried to save myself. "I would love to!" He smiled at me, as we started to unite Nielson from the chair. He tries to struggle put Sherlock and my strength together. "Oh no, no, no darling. Don't struggle, you'll only feel a little pinch." I said, putting his hands behind his back while Sherlock opens the window.

Sherlock puts his hands back on Nielson, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. I always was quite the psychopath. "Ready, (Y/N)?" He asks, the window wide open.

"3..." Nielson screams in protest.

"2..." Sherlock continues.

"1!" I yell, revving Nielson back and tossing him out the window. I laugh out loud as I watch him fall, but quickly cover my mouth. Sherlock laughs gently at me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright... it is kinda funny." He said, chucking a bit. I heard a large crash from below, followed by an agonizing groan. "I think..."

"On her bins." Sherlock said, still looking down out the window. Our eyes meet and we both start bursting out laughing.

TIME SKIP (SORRY ABOUT THAT)

Lestrade came to our house, Sherlock and I stood outside and watched as the ambulance took Nielson. I couldn't help but smile, we had really beaten him up.

Lestrade came over and said, "And exactly how many times did he fall out of the window?"

"It's all a blur, Detective Inspector. I lost count." I looked away, covering my mouth with my hand to hold in my laugh. Not bothering to comment, Lestrade walks away. I giggle and Sherlock smiled at me, nudging me with his arm.

"Why don't you go upstairs, I'll be there in a bit." I nodded and nudged him back, opening the door, and walking inside the flat.

Sherlock POV

"She'll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight. We need to look after her." John said, talking to Ms. Hudson.

"No." She insists.

"Of course! But she's fine." I say, walking into the kitchen, taking a bite of a mince pie.

"No she's not, look at her!" John snapped, and (Y/N) just put her hand on Ms. Hudson's shoulder.

"She's got to take some time away from Baker Street. She can go and stay with her sister. Doctor's orders." John said, (Y/N) and I looked up at the same time.

"Are you crazy?" (Y/N) almost yelled at John, and he put his hands up in defense.

"She's in shock, for God's sake, and all over some bloody stupid camera phone. Where is it, anyway?" I grin at Ms. Hudson, who pulls the phone out of her bra.

"You left it in the pocket of your second-best dressing gown, you clot. I managed to sneak it out when they thought I was having a cry." She laughs briefly, and handed the phone to me.

"Great place to hide it." (Y/N) said approvingly, and I grinned at her.

"Thanks." I said, tossing the phone into the air and catching it. "Shame on you John Watson!" I said, looking at John.

"Shame on me?!" He said, as if pleading 'what did I do?'.

"Ms. Hudson leave Baker Street?" I put an arm around Ms. Hudson's shoulder. "England would fall!" Ms. Hudson laughs and stokes my arm, I laugh gently.

(Y/N)'s cheeks turn red, and she looks down to cover it. "Amen." She said, looking up at Ms. Hudson and smiling. "Never leave us." She said, putting her head on Ms. Hudson's shoulder.

She always was fond of Ms. Hudson, always caring for her, always saying nice things. (Y/N) was such a sweet girl, I didn't know why she had the misfortune of having me in her life.

"Sherlock?" (Y/N) asked me, and I noticed that I was staring at her. Red spread across my cheeks as she tucked her hair coyly behind her ear. "Everything alright?"

Suddenly Big Ben rolled a loud 12. I sucked in a sharp breath. "Happy New Year, (Y/N). John."

"Happy New Year." (Y/N) said, letting out a yawn. I giggled at her face, and she blushed. "I think I might head up." She got up and hugged Ms. Hudson and started to walk towards the bedroom.

I grabbed her arm and stopped her for a second, she looked startled. "Thanks..." I whisper. She still looks confused. "For... what you did. For... helping me with... him."

Her face relaxed a bit, and I let go of her. "Anytime you need me." She said reassuringly, her (Y/E/C) eyes warm and kind.

"Goodnight." I said softly.

"Goodnight, Happy New Year." She said, turning on her heel and walking towards the bedroom. I smirked and turned back around to see John and Ms. Hudson staring at me.

"What?" I ask, furrowing my brow. John looks down and smirks at himself. "What?" I ask, more firmly.

"Nothing." John said, still smirking at himself. I roll my eyes in confusion and annoyance. "Deduce it, detective." He said with sass, and I walked out of the room to the living room, heat rushing into my face.

I knew what he was hinting at, but was it really that obvious? I didn't realize myself until a few days ago, how could they notice now?