Love And Hate Are One And The Same No? A Sherlock x Reader

Lucky Cat Café

After nearly dying of boredom the doctors decided that your ribs were healed enough to go home. John was thoughtful enough to bring you a change of clothes considering your other ones were bloody and beyond saving.
"You know you never actually visited me while i was in the joint John, i feel hurt." You said as you pretended to pout and tear up.
Rolling his eyes he handed you the plastic bag with the clothes and then he adjusted rosie on his hip, "Stop being dramatic (Y/N) that's sherlock's job and I was busy."
You graciously grabbed the bag and checked the contents, seeing that it met your taste you begrudgingly thanked him as you walked to the bathroom.
Leaving John and Sherlock to talk in hushed tones, both staring after you. "You sure you want to take her on a date?"

"It's not a date it will be an experiment."
It was obvious to John that that was a fib but he let it be. "Still it was strange for you to call me like that. Asking about emotions that you consider unimportant and burdensome."
"Unfortunately I'm not an expert on everything, as you well know, emotions being at the forefront of the few things. That's where you come in handy my dear friend," pointing to Johns chest, only to have john swat his hand away, "Because you are all heart. Isn't heart important in these situations?"
"Yes, but if you understand that why can't you understand anything else?"
"Because this whole thing is confusing." Sherlock ran his hand through his hair ruffling his curls.
You walked out of the bathroom at this moment looking like a breath of fresh air, sighing you brushed your hair, with the hairbrush John also provided.
Sherlock's breath hitched as he took you in. From your favorite little flats to the sundress that could make the sunset ashamed. Even your half fixed hair had his complete attention.Beauty another thing he didn't fully understand but when he looked at you the word beautiful was the first thought that came to his mind. Which did nothing but further his confusion.
After you finished with your hair you couldn't help but ask the boys opinions, with a little twirl, "Well what do you think am i fit for society to see me after being locked up here?"
Sherlock appeared to be frozen so John spoke first, "You look nice (Y/N), but shouldn't you go home and rest before going out to do anything?"

"I'll have plenty of time to rest after the hospitals medication wears off, because then I know I'll be in a lot of pain. Plus Sherlock promised to take me to the Lucky Cat Cafe."
"Well even if he did, he shouldn't have," John fretted.

"It'll be fine what could be more relaxing then a nice cup of Jasmine tea?" You pulled a face of a begging puppy in hopes of getting him to agree.
The poor man saw that he had more chance of arguing the solar system with Sherlock then getting you to change your mind, so with the reluctance of a father giving away his daughter he agreed, "Fine, but the second you start to feel even a dull ache you have to come home, doctor's orders."
You eagerly saluted, "Yes sir!" then gave into a fit of giggles.
After grabbing Sherlock you left in a hurry leaving poor John to gather any remaining things of yours that slipped your mind.
Escaping from the white walls of health, healing and endless boredom, you walked until you reached your destination. The café didn't scream come in I'm an amazing place but it subtly said I'm a nice place to relax. The outside was painted a lovely shade of red. When you walked in a little bell rang to alert the waitress who came walking up.
She wore a traditional qipao and had her hair fixed into two cute buns, greeting you with a warm smile, "Hello I'm Mia I'll be your waitress today. Would you like help picking a table or would you like to pick your own?"
Returning the smile, "Can you show us a good one this is our first time being here?"
"Gladly, we're not busy so I can set you at one of our best tables." Mia lead the way to a table that wasn't to far from the windows so you still had some natural light but still remain cool. The table itself had a beautiful picture of cherry blossoms framed in a dark wood. "This table won't wabble on you like some of our others, so you don't have to worry about your food and drink ending up on the floor."
"Well that was certainly kind of you to choose us this table." Sherlock said with an empty smile.
"Ignore him he doesn't get out often. This table is perfect."
This didn't phase Mia though she must get plenty of rude customers. Her smile didn't crack as she handed you your menus and said that she'd be back in a jiffy.
You browsed over the drink and dessert choices quickly finding your favorites, "I think I'm going to get these." Pointing them out to Sherlock.
"Ok whatever makes you happy." He didn't really look at what you were showing him, he was to preoccupied with the only two other customers in the shop.
His obvious interest made you curious, sending your imagination into over drive as you took in the two mens figures.
The shorter of the two was blond with a beanie, a green shirt, black skinny jeans and combat boots. He had a few piercings on his pointy ears and chains connecting to his belt loops. His whole look screamed maybe wannabe goth or possibly emo. When he looked up from his Legend of Zelda laptop, he had black eyes, more then likely contacts or maybe eye tattoos.
You met his eyes then looked back at your menu hoping that he hadn't caught you staring. When you were sure he wouldn't catch you again you turned again to check out his companion.
The taller one had shoulder length shaggy black hair, a white hoodie, worn blue jeans and black converse. You couldn't see his face due to the fact that his back was to you.
If they have Sherlocks attention then maybe they're criminals or possible hackers. By the looks of them they could be serial killers. It is fully possible that he knows them though. You could just be being paranoid because of the recent events of the past week. Only one way to figure it out.
"Sherlock? Do you know them?"
"Only by reputation. If I'm correct then the one with the laptop is a low rate hacker that likes to terrorize fellow gamers nothing major. His online name is BEN Drowned."
The name made you snort, "What? Like the Creepypasta character?"
"Precisely, he even bases his fashion choices on it. The man with him is a poor excuse of a hacker as well."
"Let me guess he goes by Jeff the Killer."
"Correct, he prefers causing computers to be infested with seemingly complex viruses, but a simple restart causes them to disappear."
"You said that's who they are if your correct who are they if your not correct?"
"I'm very rarely wrong but if I am they're just creeps that keep staring at you."
You couldn't help but smile, Sherlock was acting like a normal guy even if he didn't notice. "Well I kind of hope you're right its not often you spot a hacker. We kind of prefer our own WiFi," you slightly lean in to whisper "Unless we are up to no good then public places like this are perfect because the WiFi is easier to scrabble."
Sherlock held up his menu to look at it, "Dully noted." Was that slight happiness in his voice?
After you ordered you two theorized on the two men. Coming to the conclusion that they were most likely the real deal, but they weren't that big of a deal to inform any police and or government.
"It would be funny to see how your brother would handle it though." You pointed out.
"Yes but it would be even funnier to inform him at a later date."
Stiffling a laugh you nodded in agreement. "His reaction will be so perfect that it would be best to record it."
After your orders arrived the conversation died down as you ate and drank, simply enjoying each others company.
Your favorite dessert tasted as if it was made by pastre gods because it had never before been that good. After just one bite you made a mental note to remember where the shop was for future reference.
Sherlock just mostly sipped his tea and picked at his cake as if lost in thought again.
The "date" ended soon after that because you both knew Waston was more then likely to start calling Sherlocks phone out of worry.
Deciding on a Taxi the ride home was beyond relaxing causing you to fall asleep.

A/N
Sorry about the slow update but I've been so busy with my job and life I just haven't had the time or inspiration to write. Also I'm sorry about the ending here I know it sucks but I really wanted to update ASAP. Final note anyone spot the reference that's screaming in this chapter? Anyone think I should add more of them? Leave a comment telling me what to do.