Multifandom One-shots ( x reader )

Deduction - Sherlock Holmes

,,Greg, what is it?" You sounded rather bored as you answered your phone.

,,A murder."

,,Oh Perfect isn't it? Well not the murder of course, well kind of, but what I meant is that I'm finally back in business!" You were enthusiastically.

After Greg Lestrade told you the address and you headed out your cheap flat, you looked for a cab. It brought you to the crime scene.
You were greeted happily, as everyone liked you. Even Donovan and Anderson, who were quite some idiots, but you never said anything.

,,Hello Greg." You greeted your old friend with a hug. ,,Nice to be back again."

,,Hello (y/n). I hope your not mad that I got another Detective to work on this  murder. His name is Sherlock." He looked searchingly at you.

,,Oh, no I could probably need some help after this break. As long as he's not an asshole." I declared indifferent.

He smiled apologising.

I shot him a half glare. ,,For the sake of your life I hope he's not that bad!"

,,Oh there he is!" Greg looked over your shoulder.

You turned around. A high, pale and browncurled man with hella sharp cheekbones was walking in your direction. His long black coat swirling around in the wind and the fast walk he had on. His blue scarf making him even more pale because of the contrast. Next to him a smaller, gray-haired man wearing ordinary things, which didn't catch your attention as the coat of the other man did.

,,Who's who?" You whisper-asked Greg, now standing next to you.

,,Cheekbones's Sherlock, Hedgehog's John."

You giggled. Fast, before they would come any step closer, you said: ,,Damn he's hot!"

Greg laughed: ,,Impress him then."

The two men reached you and Greg.

,,Hello..." Sherlock couldn't finish his sentence.

,,Your name is Sherlock. Yes. And next to you is John. Probably a doctor. Military? Yes. Oh. Pregnant wife at home? I hope she's alright." You smiled polite at John.

The two stared at you flabbergasted or shocked. Well it was a mix of both. ,,You can deduce?" John asked.

,,Of course she can. She's  (y/n) (l/n)!"
Sherlock whisper-yelled.

,,Never heard of her... you before" John smiled at you, still trying to figure out what is going on.

,,Well. Mycroft, or should I say the British Government, is watching me for quite a time now. Look to your left, on the building. He does it right now." You turned to the Camera, focused on you. You stuck out your tongue. You turned around again.

,,So. Sherlock, Mycroft's your brother huh? Never told about you. Maybe because you're a sociopath? Nah he is too. Oh I know why." You smiled wide.

,,Oh and that would be?" He asked, kinda pissed.

,,Because you're hotter." You winked. You turned to Greg. ,,Now, where's the victim?" You heard John trying to stifle his laugh.

A/n:
A short one, only 480 words. But if you want I can write a second part? Just request it :3
~Freya