Chemicals And Deduction: Sherlock X Reader

Eight

Hey guys, hope this chapter is OK, I don't really get how I ended up with this or what I said to get this many words but hiho.  

- Flossie xx

"Heya boys," You say as you enter the cab, whilst bopping them both on the nose, which they both seem to be a bit confused by. John seemed to have had an..... Exciting date, you deduce. You plop yourself down between Sherlock and John, despite there being two other seats opposite them. "What beauty have we to see now? A corpse? A crime scene? Well I suppose that it will probably be both being as it's just happened. Yippie, my favourite." you continue to ramble like this, your speach getting quicker as you carry on. Sherlock adjusts himself in his seat, obviously concentrating and not really listening to you. A minute or so into your monologue, John interrupts you. 

"Y/N, are you drunk?" He questions with some worry in his voice. 

"Pffttt, who, me? Nah." This is, of course, a lie. You probably shouldn't have downed so much as you left Molly's. Oh well, it's fine, you're mostly just acting up to see how Sherlock reacts anyway. 

"She's drunk." confirms the pretty, pretty Sherlock. OK Y/N, you're gunna have to sober up a bit if this how you're gunna think. 

"Am I? Am I really though?" 

"Yes" 

"OH, right then, silly me. What a silly sausage I am." John looks at you with bewilderment, shakes his head and turns to the window. You turn to look at Sherlock with your head on your hand. After a minute or so you turn to John. " You wouldn't think he liked me, would you?" 

"What?" John asks, questioning if he heard correctly. 

"Emotions are unnecessary, sentiment is a defect." You lower your voice, doing a bad impression of Sherlock "You see John, our little detective over here is listening you what we're saying. isn't that right Sherly-Whirly-Curly-Whirly-Hair. See, blush," You poke Sherlock in the cheek, not earning any reaction from hm. "You can't hide it from a detective my love." You sing. "Well you probably could, most of the, aren't nearly as good as me." 

"Ha"John laughs but Sherlock remains silent. Feeling content with the significant damage that you had done you turn to sit more conformably in your chair, leaning your head back. It remains this way, with John sitting to the left of you, staring out of the window and occasionally laughing to himself, and Sherlock on the right, staring straight ahead, his face emotionless, until you reach your destination. When the cab slows down to a stop, Sherlock gets out straight away, John pays, and then practically pulls you out as well. When you see Sherlock again, he looks like he is about to say something but Greg comes bounding up towards you. Time to actually act like you're a professional. 

"Ah, thank God you're here, come and have a look." The three of you follow Greg into the building, up the stairs and into the first victim of the night's flat. You open the door. It is not a pretty sight to say the least. A lifeless body hangs from the ceiling, limp limbs hanging down, creating a sad image. You stand there for a second, taking it in, before getting to work, you don't let it over-emotionalise you, this is your job, someone has to do it. You learnt how to detach yourself from the situation when you learnt that if you let stuff like this get to you, you wouldn't be able to function as a human being, never mind a detective, so however many times people call you an un-emotional git, it's your coping mechanism. It is probably Sherlocks as well, you can tell that he isn't as sociopathic as he lets on.

"So  you didn't get the forensics on the blood and DNA  matches then?" You ask Sherlock referring to the days earlier quests. He doesn't turn to look at you. 

"No they didn't process in time, no matches for the three I did do before Lestrade called me." Hm, interesting, but confusing. Not what you'd expected. 

You inspect the body and crime scene thoroughly, finding out about the person before the corpse, as well as some details about just before the death. They fought back, for a while anyway, because there were no signs of struggle closer to the body. After you and Sherlock have deduced as much as is needed, and more, you exit the building. As soon as you are out of the door, Sherlock grabs your arm and signals that John should go back without them. You watch as he shrugs and walks away, probably expecting that you just had more work to do, or something, being as there was no sign of suspicion on his face. "Yeah?" You ask Sherlock, as you turn back round to face him.

"Why did you tell John that?" He questions.

"Tell him what? That you like me?" Sherlock nods "Ummm.... because its true? Are you embarrassed of me now?" A smirk flickers over your lips for a split second, before you return to your usual pokerface. 

"Long story short, yes, and he does't need to know that I like you. Weakness, Y/N, a weakness. Just because you're drunk doesn't mean that you can't disclose my pressure points." He winces as he says this, annoyed at the fact that he isn't bullet-proof.

"First of all, I disclosed it to John, your best friend, not exactly your worst enemy. And besides, it was a test, to see how you would react, which is exactly as I thought you would, by the way. Oh, and also, I'm not that drunk. Tipsy and giddy, yes, drunk? No." OK, so this might be a bit of a lie now it's started to hit and you're out of a pressure situation, but he doesn't need to know that. It was true for in the car when you acted over the top. Oops.

"You what?"

"I was just testing you, a little game Sherlock, it was amusing"

"Amusing?" 

"Yes, possibly not for you, but it was for me anyway. I'm sorry for hurting your delicate little feelings or whatever, but I have to admit, it was kind of cute, you all flustered and flushed, pretending not to hear what I was saying. To be honest it's made me smile, getting into your head all day." Right, well you've gone and blown it now Y/N, good job. Not that he'll understand any of what you just said.

"I was not flu- Wait, you found it what?" You can tell that he was about to go on a lengthy rant about how I wasn't in his head or whatever. 

"Oh, aren't you Mr Questions today? Look, here, come with me." You outstretch your arm and grab his, pulling him down the road. You better not be doing what I think you're going to do.

"Where are you taking me Y/N?" Sherlock asks, looking like little lost puppy. Bless.

"Shhhh," You say looking for somewhere to go. "Aha." you pull him towards a darkened backstreet. 

"Y/N, I really don't understand what you are doing," You roll your eyes at him "and I see no link to this and what you said before, you haven't expl-" You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He stands, confused for a second, before realising what is happening by connecting the dots. He begins to kiss you back. Sherlock Homes is kissing you. You are kissing Sherlock Homes. What? This isn't right Y/N. You can't do this, you are doing this. Oh my God. You extend your arms over his shoulders and he pulls you closer, leaning into the kiss. You pull away, smiling, your tongue poking out between your teeth. "Oh..." He says, finally realising what you have been hinting at all day. You laugh and pull him back to the kiss, still beaming from ear to ear as you do so. You tangle your fingers in his hair. He moves his hands to your hips. You stay there. 

"Sherlock" You say eventually "We probably need to go, we left John to wonder what's happening." 

"Oh, yeah, probably" He says, shy all of a sudden. You laugh and ruffle his hair. 

You get in a cab and Sherlock asks the driver to go to 221b Baker Street. As soon as you sit down you feel the weight of the day finally weighing down on your shoulders. Your eyelids suddenly become extremely heavy and you feel them start to close. You shuffle around find Sherlock's shoulder to lie on, although you don't see the smile on his face you feel him start to play with your hair. The last thing you feel before you fall into the depths of a dreamless sleep.