Sherlock x Reader

Chapter 3

It felt like Friday couldn't come quicker, you definitely wanted to start work because you knew that you needed to start earning money. Along with that, you had always enjoyed working with doctors, ever since you were young you had wanted to work in medicine and when that became somewhat a reality once you got your degree you were over the moon. Your dram job has always been a forensic scientist and working on crime scenes but you had a feeling that wouldn't happen any time soon.

Your alarm blasted from your phone down your ear. It was 8 o'clock, meaning you had about an hour and a half to get ready and be out of the door. You were absolutely knackered, you should have been used to being up early, you had been going to school since you were four and getting up earlier than this was a necessity. However, going to bed early wasn't your biggest strength.

Swiftly, you swung your legs over the side of your, frankly uncomfortable, twin bed and headed to your wardrobe. You pull out black t-shirt, a black and white checked skirt, a pair of black tights and a jacket. You looked at yourself in the mirror for at least 5 minutes, while  brushing your hair and putting it up in a ponytail, you wanted to look at least a bit nice to make a decent impression at your first day on the job.

About an hour had passed, you had started to get a little bit nervous, you were human after all. You made your way upstairs to the hallway where you coat was hung and through it over your shoulders gracefully before leaving the flat and heading to the surgery. It was a calm day, quiet as well, most people were probably at school or work since it was a Friday morning.

It didn't take you long to get to work, you walked quite fast and it wasn't to far away. You hoped that you would just be greeted by john immediately but you had a feeling that, that wasn't the case. You walked through the automatic doors at the main entrance and to your slight surprise there were quite a few patients in the waiting room. Carefully, you nudged past a couple of parents with their kids to get to Doctor Watson's room. You knocked on the wooden door and let out a long breath, waiting for John to call you in, as to not be impolite. John was sat at his desk on the far side of his room sorting paperwork, you assumed. He quickly jolted his head up, smiled and signalled you in with his hand.

John greeted you as you pushed open the door, "Hey, Y/N! Good morning."

"Hello John," you responded with a small smile, "So? Where are we starting?"

John showed you the basic things in his room, all of the equipment and files before patients began to flood in. Most of the patients were only here for quite minor things, things that they could have easily diagnosed themselves, which lead to you being sat at the back filing paperwork. At least your getting paid.

You had both worked an eight hour shift, and you were both tired. Throughout the day, between patients John would tell you about him and his flatmate Sherlock and the weird cases they went on. It was nice and calm until you over-stepped; you had deduced John about his dead wife and his army background. The air become very tense before you, quickly apologised.

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John was telling you about a case he and Sherlock solved just after Mary had passed, "Yeah, we solved this one just after Mary passed...uh she-"

"Your dead wife, ex-assassin, part of A.G.R.A," you interrupted John. There was a glint of horror in Johns eyes, "Ah, shit sorry," you apologised

"Oh, uh, you're one of them aren't you?"

"Sorry?" you replied attempting to sound genuinely confused, despite knowing exactly what he meant.

"Like Sherlock, a super genius," he laughed breathily, air quoting the words 'super genius'.

"Yeah, I guess," you sighed, "I truly am sorry, I try not to do that, I crossed a line."

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It had been a while but you had both gotten over the deducing incident, and were back to laughing about life stories and Sherlock's cases. All of a sudden John's phone rang, he grabbed it out of his pocket and walked over to the other side of the room and answered it

A few minutes later he came back over to the desk, "Well that was Sherlock, he has an case and he needs me on the crime scene now. I'm getting a taxi , would you like do be dropped off at home? I'll pay."

"No. I wanna come with you, I have been sat here all day doing bloody paper work, I want to be actually helpful," you were almost shouting when you reached then end of your sentence.

"What!? No!" John exclaimed in response

"Why!?"

"Are you serious?!" John started to yell and it made you flinch, "Its a crime scene, you could get hurt!"

"I'm a fully grown adult, I can take care of myself," you defended "And I don't need someone that I've known for two days telling my what to do!"

"Okay, fine, I will text Sherlock," John sighed with defeat, as he got his phone out to message him. "He said it's okay, let's go.

You and John both head out of the main entrance, after the shift had finished. As you got onto the pavement John flagged down a cab, he opened the door and gestured for you to get in before him. You got in the cab, you just smiled to yourself. You were happy that you were able to come to an actual crime scene and you are filled with pride that you were able to stand up for yourself, it was nice.