Sherlock Oneshots (Request open)

Insults and dinner

      DI Lestrade and assistant detective  (L/n) had been staring at the body in the center of the room for what seemed like ages. This was the seventh victim in a long string of  murders that seemed to be randomly happening around London. All of Scotland Yard had been working non-stop to promptly catch the culprit, however all efforts had yet to  bring fruit. "Detective Lestrade, I believe we should call Mr. Holmes in. He has always helped us out during these sort of situations." (Y/n) suggested. A full week of staring at corpses that seemed to have no association what so ever to each other was starting to get on her nerves.  "That's a good idea (L/n), see it done." He waved, searching for anything that could serve as evidence.
         A tiny smile grazed the young woman's features as she took out her phone. No matter the age, any form of communication with a crush tends to make anyone happier than before. It was no secret that (Y/n) had a massive crush on the consulting detective. Those mysterious eyes, and high cheekbones made  the girl swoon; add his massive intellect and incredible deduction skills and Sherlock was the man (y/n) had wished for her whiole live. Most people in her department just kept quiet about the improbability of a relationship ever going on between the two. However, others were almost incapable of doing so.
           "Oh great. If you really love the freak so mich why don't you marry him (L/n). I swear you're like a love sick puppy or something." Sergeant Donovan commented from her side of the room, not caring of whoever heard.
           A blush covered the (h/c)'s whole face. She wasn't sure if what she felt was anger or embarrassment, all she knew was that she wished for Donovan to just disappear. "Donovan please be quiet. Sherlock has helped us on many occasions and I just believe that we need his help. If you wish to complain about it, then questions Lestrade. He was the one who said yes. Do you want to question him?"
        The embarrassed expressions on the the other woman's face gave detective  (l/n) all the replied she needed. "I see there is no problem then. Good thing too, since Sherlock is already on his way."
       The angered woman stalked off to the other room were forensics were working. She was most probably searching for Anderson. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and went back to the body. "What could possibly link all these people together. I mean the ages don't seem to have a specific order, and at first we thought only women were being targeted, but then they killed men and just... There's not even a note!" she wondered aloud, throwing her head back in frustration.
        "I really don't know (l/n). Wish I did though." Lestrade walked towards her, "Heard what you said to Donnovan today. Are you feeling well? Usually you are so quiet, specially around her and Anderson."
      "I think not being able to solve this case is getting to me. I really just want to help their families get some closure, you know?"
       "I get it, kiddo. Don't worry, we'll get to tue bottom of this." (Y/n) rolled her eyes in mock anger at the nickname. Ever since Lestrade learned that she was the youngest person working under him, he had taken to calling her that. At first she thought it was annoying. Later on, it just made her look at Lestrade as a father figure.
       "Or atleast Sherlock will, and you'll steal the credit. Oldy." It was Lestrade's turn to roll his eyes while shrugging.  The day he started calling her 'kiddo', she baptised him 'oldy'. Whenever they were in private those names appeared a lot.
        "Lestrade, the freak and his little tail arrived." It was Anderson who had noticed the arrival of the detective and his blogger.
         "Shut up Anderson." Sherlock shot back, icy blue eyes glaring like daggers. The man in question just picked up his things and walked off to the next room, copying the actions of his lover.
         Soon enough, Sherlock was informed of the case and already on the way to solving it. (Y/n) blushed and turned away. She was pretty sure that the man in question knew about her hopeless crush, he was the best deductionist she had ever met for God's sake! Still, there was a shred of dignity to be found in just denying those feelings.
         "What's wrong  (L/n)? Too embarrassed, cat got your tounge around him?" Donovan's annoying voice rang across the room. The girl just rolled her eyes and continued searching for the notebook Sherlock was sure existed some were  inside the house.
        "I don't see how or why shes even interested in him. I mean the guy is a freak. Plus, he would never like her. She's the dumbest detective in her department. " Anderson "whispered", or at least he thought he did.
          "I'm pretty sure she's just giving Lestrade favors at this point." Donnovan answered. Both of them kept ranting about the girl as if she was not even there.
            A blind rage took over her, and tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. How DARE they talk about anyone that way? As if neither of them had faults. Their chattering voices kept going on, as if it were back ground noise, to the point were (y/n) had enough.
              "You want to hear something funny?" (Y/n) turned around, angrily facing at both of her stunned co-workers "You two here have been talking crap about Sherlock, John and I for a very long time now, but I don't see either of you doing your jobs. You say Sherlock is a freak, and useless, yet whenever he arrives you both just lay back and somehow find time to insult your co-workers. Isn't it hilarious?" she chuckled darkly, "Because I sure as hell find it so. I mean you," she pointed at Anderson "have life figured out. You have a wife, and a big ole house outside of London, and a job out of a TV series. And you-" (Y/n) now turned to Donnovan, who's mouth hung slightly open, " You have a boyfriend whom I met just last week. His name is Chad, wasn't it? And he is the sweetest guy I have ever had the pleasure to meet.
       However, I couldn't enjoy meeting either your wife or your boyfriend because all I could think about was how you both Fuck each other every single chance you get. It really is so pathetic it makes me want to laugh. I mean, you're both a bad movie clisché.
          Oh, and don't look so shocked. Every one in this department knows what you both do together because it doesn't even take person like Sherlock to notice. And speaking of Sherlock. Why dont you leave the guy alone? Are you both really as insignificant as to never notice the greatness in others? Do you really need the ego boost? Because you should both just climb up your egos and jump to your IQs see how low you can get."
         Everyone around the crime scene was silent. They all knew detective (L/n) and she was mostly quiet. This outburst was something new to her and everyone who usually surrounded her.  That's when the phone rang and she picked it up, nobody said anything.
           A few minutes later the call ended and  (Y/n) shouted: " They found another body, he's at North Timberland steet. Same condition as this one, male. Units 1 to 3 you head out before hand. Get a hold o the situation. The person who found the body is still at the place, you guys know the protocol."
          People hurried around the room, cleaning out whatever equipment they were using before and quickly rushing to the next destination. And the female detective ran a hand through her hair, "Lestrade, there's a pattern." She said to the DI.
            "Three females and one male. Do you think there's anything to it, Sherlock?" she asked. The consulting detective stayed quiet for a minute. This wasn't new and as he seemed to bepondeeimg something John, Lestrade, and (Y/n) stared at each other.
             Later on, he turned towards the (h/c) "I was actually thinking, dinner?"
         Everyone stared at him in shock. This was definitely new.
       "I'm sorry, what?" the girl was lost as she looked in every direction except his eyes.
        "I asked if you wished to go to dinner with me. We could discuss this case then. I believe it is what people call a 'date'?" His icy blue eyes scanned her face for any indication of rejection.
        "Yes. I-I would love to. U-uh... does six sound good?" Her cheeks were ablaze, and her heart beat at a thousand miles per hour.
          "Very well then. We'll meet at Angelo's"
He stated crouching down to take a sample from the body.
          "Actually, I've never been to Angelo's so.... I kind of need directions."
           "Very well then, I shall go to your flat. I have gone once before, shouldn't be hard to find."
            (Y/n) smiled and nodded, "Sounds good. I'll see you then."
             "Yes you will." He stated, holding her (e/c)d gaze with his own. With an almost unrecognizable smile, Serlock turned around to his next destination. "Come along Watson." John, still in shock and a bit of a mess waved goodbye quickly before following his flatmate.
           (Y/n) and Lestrade stared at each other for a few seconds.
           "Sherlock just asked me out?" she wondered out loud.
          "Yes he did." Lestrade replied.
           They both stayed quiet before a huge grin broke on (Y/n)'s face, "I should really insult Anderson and Donovan more often." She she said with a smile.