Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Six

It's been like, three months, and I can't really say I have a good excuse, apart from the fact that my phone gave up and would only let me download one app, and I'm a bit of a cunt. Anyway, sorryyyyy, Ill try to update a bit more than every three months (who the fuck am I kidding, you all know how shite I am at doing it) and I hope you enjoy the next chapter! 

Sherlock must've read your expression because he immediately jumped out of his chair. "Thanks Molly!" You half shout down the phone before hanging up and heading to the door. "John?" You question, as he hasn't moved, but instead is sitting uncomfortably in his chair. 

"I... umm..." John starts.

"He has a date with Mary," Sherlock states, appearing out of nowhere. 

"Ah yes, sorry, its pretty obvious," You say to Sherlock before turning to John "Have fun with Mary!" You exclaim before heading out the door with Sherlock, nervous about spending several cab rides with him, though you don't really know why. Sherlock hails a cab and the both of you get inside before planing a route to go to all of last night's suicide 'crime scenes'. After heading to Bart's to get some equipment, you need to collect blood samples from all of the houses belonging to the victims, and then do tests on them to try and find out about all of the people that will be forced to take their own lives tonight, even though the likeliness of finding even one of them and saving them in time will most likely be low. You finish your plan and arrive at Bart's. Claiming that you went to give in the blood samples last time, you stubbornly send Sherlock into the rain. 

"Got them" Sherlock announces as he arrives back. He slides into the seat next to you, you make eye contact but he immediately tenses up and shifts his eyes away. You giggle slightly, and decide to look out of the window and deduct the people walking outside. Most people are quite boring, a partner, a pet, a job. The most interesting person is a paramedic that is having four different affairs, has a pet pig and is secretly owning a drug chain. 

"Sherlock, you're fondling your gun again" You suddenly say, voicing your thoughts. 

"No, I'm..." You cut him off.

"You're nervous, you're scared that I'm going to deduce more about you. Before today you acted so coldly towards me, and after your argument you've been acting strangely, nervous, on all the cases I've worked with you, nothing has ever made you nervous, but today, I do...Why?" As you say this, Sherlock tenses and blanks, so you aren't able to deduce him further. 

"Shut up, shut up, it's nothing. I'm concentrating. Not everything is about you, you know! So stop being so... mouthy." He dismissed you with the wave of his hand but you decide to ignore it.

"You love me being mouthy," you say, earning you a stare. You deserved that one. "but what is it about then if its not about me?" You raise your eyebrow at him and tilt your head. You're flirting now. It's not the first time you've done this but it's different this time, this time you're not just doing it for the sociopath Sherlock Homes, but you're actually enjoying it. Ummm... (Y/N), you can't like him, you're not allowed to like him, romantic affection is a distraction. 

"(Y/N)," He sighs then ruffles his hair, "I can't read you properly, all of the readings get..." he waves his hands around his head. "mixed up." There is a moment of silence, made up of shock from you and a mix of embarrassment and frustration from Sherlock. "Happy?" He eventually asks, in a sarcastic tone. The car slows to a stop outside one of the victims houses.

"Very." You reply. You get out of the car into the pouring rain and shut the door behind out, leaving Sherlock in the car as you walk up to the house the victim's house. As you enter you have a sudden realisation. "Sherlock?" You call to the man walking up the driveway. 

"Yeah?"

"The amount of victims doubles each night, right?" He nods "Then where do the other victims come from? They must come from somewhere, how do they chose them?" You ask.

"I'm not sure, it could be entirely random apart from the names, they have nothing in common apart from that, but at the moment we can't worry about that. Come on." He replies, not really giving a clear answer. 

Several hours and blood samples later, you get back into the cab and head back to Bart's. You are exhausted, out of all the crime scenes you see, suicide ones are always the most emotionally exhausting. People are sad because of their brains and other people so they take their own life. Taking their own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it's over, it's not them who'll miss it. Their own death is something that happens to everyone else, Their life is not theirs own, they should keep their hands off it.Your phone buzzes in your back pocket. Molly.

Hey, what time we thinking of? x

Shit, you totally forgot. "Hey Sherlock," he hums at you in response "I have something to do, is it ok if I leave you to do the DNA tests?" You ask him, you're going to leave him to it anyway so you might as well be polite about it. 

"Sure" He replies without looking up from his phone "I prefer to work alone anyway, less distractions," yeah, distractions, you have a feeling you might know what that means. "I'll tell you what I find out." He states dismissively, Which hurts you a little. You decide to push that thought out of your head, and to be happy that he didn't demand for you to go with him or whatever instead. You smile a little 'thanks' at him. You pull your phone out of your pocket to text molly back. What time is it? 6:32, you need approximately an hour to get all ready so if you aim to meet at 7:30, that should give you exactly 58 minutes, perfect. 

You ok for me picking you up at 7:30? 

An immediate response.

Yeah, sure! See you then x

You smile to yourself and put your phone away just as the cab pulls into Bart's. There is an awkward moment when Sherlock is about to close the door but doesn't know whether he wants to say anything, and if so, what. He decides against saying anything. Shame. 

You head home.