Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING]

Chapter 22: Trail and Error

Sherlock's POV

Today was the day of the trail, and I was speaking in it. John was in the bedroom behind me, fixing up his tie and throwing on his jacket. It had been a day or so since (Y/N)'s breakdown, I hoped it wouldn't happen at the trail. She scared the hell out of me, I hated seeing her like that.

I button up my own jacket as I hear another bedroom door open. (Y/N) walks out in a black dress, she looks... amazing. It takes everything in my power to keep my jaw from dropping as she comes up next to me.

"Hey, sorry. D'you mind?" She asks, holding up a dark purple hair tie. "I can't do braids."

"Uhm..." I stutter dumbly, trying to collect myself, forcing my eyes not to travel down. "I- I don't know if I-"

"C'mon Sherlock." She pleaded like a child, interrupting me. "I know there has to be something about braiding in that hard drive of yours." She said, giggling and pushing the hair tie into my chest. "Please."

"Alright." I said, finally giving in and taking the hair tie. I remember seeing a couple of things about braiding hair, but I also remember trying to delete it. My fingers started to shake as I ran them through her beautiful (Y/H/C) hair.

It was soft and silky, my hands lost themselves in the strands.

"You ok?" She asked, rather breathily, and I noticed that I was caressing her hair.

"Sorry, just thinking." I lied, and I began to split her hair into three parts. "I apologize if I tug." I said matter-of-factly rather than sympathetically.

"It's alright. Do it tight." She said, and I bit my lip to keep myself from giggling like an idiot. I nodded and started with the braid, swiftly layering the hair in chronological order.

She whimpered a bit when I pulled it tight. "Sorry!" I said rather loudly while tying the braid together.

"It's okay! You didn't hurt me!" She said, turning around after I was done with the braid. She caressed it and looked at herself in the mirror. "Wow, thanks Sherlock!" She said, admiring her hair in the mirror.

I nodded and I put my hand on her shoulder. "(Y/N)." I said, softly and firmly at the same time. She turned around, looking up at me with her (e/c) eyes. "You sure you want to come?"

"Sherlock, it's ok. I'll be alright." She said reassuringly, placing her hand on my hand. Concern washes over me as I realize that her hands are shaking.

"Then why are you shaking?" I said, taking her hands into mine and rubbing them in attempt to warm them up.

"Maybe I'm a little nervous..." She said, looking away from me as she trails off. I pull her close to me and rest my head on hers. I stroke the part of her hair that isn't braided, and she wraps her arms around my waist.

"Don't be. I won't let him get you." I promise to her, and pull her out of the embrace.

John clears his throat awkwardly, "C'mon you
two." He says almost annoyingly. I nodded at John and took (Y/N)'s hand. We walk down the stairs, and John gets in front of us in order to
open the door.

"Ready?" He asks, mostly looking at (Y/N). She takes a deep breath and nods slowly, releasing my hand. We didn't want any rumors going around that (Y/N) was my girlfriend. I understood that.

Bracing himself, John opens the door, where a mob of journalists and police men stand. The rabble immediately start shouting out questions and takin photographs. (Y/N) cringes in fear a bit, so I grab her by the shoulder and lead her to the police car.

"Get in." John commands to the both of us. (Y/N) and I get in the back, slamming the door shut as people surrounded the car, struggling to take pictures. (Y/N) whimpered softly, grabbing my hand as one of the photographers presses his camera to the window of the car.