Sherlock Imagines [ON HOLD]

05. When you become friends (Sherlock)

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It was not a surprise that Sherlock and you weren't the kind of friends that did ordinary things, like talk about your day, hobbies and work like normal friends did.

It was quite the opposite, Sherlock and you liked to spend your time together by going to exciting cases, preforming new experiments, deducing people in the park for fun and annoying the hell out of Anderson. (The last one was your favourite).

It was just another day where you got a text from your favourite sociopath, telling you to come to the park because he was bored and John was busy with Rosie.

You passed the grocery store, noticing that you still had ten minutes before the shop would close for the day. You entered the store and bought some of yours and Sherlock's favourite food products, because you were sure that he hadn't eaten yet and, well, you were starving.

You strolled through the streets of London at nine o'clock in the evening, swinging the plastic bags back and forth while making your way to the park.

You arrived at the park that wasn't filled with people as it usually was, but that was probably because it was so late in the day.

The corners of your mouth quirked up as you spotted a familiar curly-head, sitting on a wooden bench with his usual frown.

You tried to stay as quiet as possible and slowly tiptoed towards him, smirking deviously at his back. You extended your hands out when you were a few feet away, held them above his head and moved them closer, planning to mess his perfectly styled hair.

Sherlock must've sensed your presence because he turned around with a raised eyebrow, an amused glint sparkling in his eyes.

"Hello, (y/n)." Sherlock greeted you with his usual deep voice, your hands not so far from his head, and tilted his head to the side, "May i ask why you're hands are hanging above my head?"

You let your hands fall to your sides and glared playfully at him. "Like you don't know." You huffed annoyed as you rounded the chair, and took a seat beside him.

Sherlock let out a deep chuckle and shook his head, thinking that you were acting like a child. "You can be such a child sometimes, makes me wonder if you're really an adult."

You simply glared at him and stuck your tongue out. "Don't act like you're the most mature person in the world, Sherlock."

Sherlock rolled his multi-colored eyes at your childishness, noticing the bags that were in your hands. "What's in the bags?"

You saw him eyeing the food-filled bags and decided to unload them, placing packages and little cardboard boxes on the bench between the two of you. "Food."

You grabbed your favourite snack and began to eat it while holding a chocolate bar towards Sherlock which made him scrunch his nose in disgust.

You waved the chocolate bar in the air. "You better take it, genius, because if you refuse to, i will start throwing punches at you."

"Fine." He reluctantly grabbed the chocolate bar and tore the package open, biting a small piece of the top. "Happy?"

"Yes." You nodded your head with a smile. "Of course, i'm"

After settling in, you began your daily battle of deducing, where you decided to deduce the first couple of stranger that crossed your paths.

Sherlock and you have been doing it for a long time now, and you two really liked the challenge, because it kept your minds off other unwanted, stupid or stressing things.

A lot of strangers walked past your bench, not knowing that they were being thoroughly watched by you two, not knowing that one of you was spilling their secrets to the other one.

Sherlock deduced a handful of people with common secrets; a woman that was having an affaire because her husband didn't provide her enough love, a young man who was having second thoughts about his marriage with his fiancé, a teen who had stolen money from his friend and felt guilty about it, and an old lady who was hiding her illness from her family.

You also deduced a lot of different persons with interesting secrets; a twenty-year old girl that hasn't told her parents that she dropped out of business school to become an artist, a parent that was playing with her child that she had stolen from the hospital and, of course, the most interesting one, an old man with a cane, who looked harmless but had actually killed multiple people in his life.

So, it wasn't a mystery that you won at the end of the evening because, if we were being honest here, you did have a baby-stealing woman and a murderous grandpa, who looked like he couldn't even hurt a fly.

Sherlock slumped against his seat, crossing his arms over his chest, and pouted. You ruffled his soft hair and threw your arm around his shoulder, laughing at the way he was acting.

After Sherlock was done sulking, you decided to go home because it was getting pretty dark outside. As you cleaned up, he decided to help you with picking up all of the empty packages and throwing them in a nearby trashcan.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." He promised as he held his hand out. "Same time, same place."

You rolled your eyes at his hand and swatted his hand away with a laugh. Standing on your toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into hug. "Goodnight, Sherlock."

Sherlock tensed up at your touch, but soon enough, his muscles relaxed under your hands and he looped his arms around your waist, hugging you back.

You pulled away from each other with smiles plastered onto your faces, and each went their own way, waving the other one goodbye.

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As always, i hoped you liked the story and until next time.

- WavyBrown2