You and Sherlock

I Assumed She Scrubbed Your Floors

 It's Christmas! -SH 

John will be tagging along. He's an army doctor, seen a lot of violent deaths. -SH

The texts kept coming. At this rate, you would have to stay by Sherlock's side constantly to ensure you didn't miss anything. Not that you would anyway because Sherlock was giving you an exact live stream of what was happening. You could only imagine his glee. 

And?  You sent back.

He'll be good for the case -SH

You rolled your eyes again and silently willed the cab ride to go by faster.

There's finally something fun going on! The game is on! -SH

We're in the cab. John doesn't believe that I'm the world's only consulting detective. -SH

By now, you'd resigned yourself to just reading his texts.

He told me I'm extraordinary. You never tell me I'm extraordinary. -SH

You could practically hear the accusing tone that went with the text. 

Yes, Sherlock. You're brilliant. You hardly need me to tell you this. 

He didn't respond, and you closed your eyes. Then,

SISTER! -SH

What?

IT'S HIS SISTER! -SH

"Dear -- Sherlock, what?" You muttered to yourself.

And then,

Where are you? -SH

Donovan's here -SH

Y/N. Where are you? -SH

You looked around.

I'm almost there. Give me a minute. 

Hurry -SH

Donovan, you thought to yourself. Donovan was the one likely pushing Sherlock to text you. Not intentionally, of that you were sure. But Donovan could never bring herself to be nice to Sherlock, or even remotely civil, and personally, you thought that impacted Sherlock a lot more than he let on. 

You thought about typing him a reassurance but then decided against it. The likelihood that he would be able to just read it and not lash out was low. Just then, the cab rolled to a stop, and you hurled a bank note at the cabbie and flung yourself out of the car.

It only took you a moment to locate Sherlock, where he stood rigidly next to John and Donovan, and you ran toward him. As you approached you could hear Donovan's nasty voice asking, 

"Why?" 

Shooting her an absolutely livid glare, you stopped beside Sherlock as he said in one of the most sarcastic tones you'd ever heard.

"I think he wants me to take a look."

"Well," Donovan sniffed, "You know what I think, don't you?"

Under your breath, you muttered, "And we know what you don't think."

Sherlock shot you an amused glance, and then he lifted the tape and ducked underneath it, still holding it up and gesturing you through. As he did this, he addressed Donovan.

"Always, Sally," he took a deep breath through his nose and added, "I even know you didn't make it home last night,"

You relished the brief look of horror that crossed over her face.