A Scandal in Belgravia [Reader Insert]

Fourteen

     As soon as you and Sherlock were out, Mycroft whipped out his phone and hit a speed dial. He brought the phone to his ear, and the recipient of the call picked up quickly.

     "They're on their way," Mycroft said, not wasting time on greetings. "Have you found anything in Sherlock's room?"

     "No." The voice at the end of the line was John's. "Did Sherlock take the cigarette?"

     "Yes."

     "Crap."

     "I got (Y/N) to give it to him," Mycroft told John. "Neither of them have a clue. Did you search his room?"

     "It looks like he's clean. We've tried all the usual places. Are you sure tonight's a danger night?"

     "No," Mycroft sighed, "but then I never am. You've got to stay with them, John."

     "But I've got plans-"

     "No. Not anymore, you don't." Mycroft ended the call.

-

     Back at the flat, John turned to his girlfriend Jeanette and smiled nervously. "I am really sorry."

     Jeanette shook her head. "You know, my friends are so wrong about you."

     "Hmm?"

     "You're a great boyfriend." Something about Jeanette's voice threw John off.

     "Okay, that's good, right? I mean, I always thought I was great-"

     "And Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man."

     "Jeanette, please-"

     "No, I mean it!" Jeanette threw on her coat and glared at John bitterly. "It's heart-warming. You'll do anything for him and that girl (Y/N)." She stormed downstairs.

     "No, I'll do anything for you!" John called after her. "Just tell me what it is I'm not doing! Tell me!"

     Jeanette paused by the door as John stumbled down the stairs to meet her. She scowled. "Don't make me compete with Sherlock Holmes and (Y/N) (L/N)!"

     "I'll walk your dog for you. Hey, I've said it now. I'll even walk your dog."

     "I don't have a dog!" Jeanette snapped.

     "No, because..." John winced. "Because that was the last one.... okay."

     Jeanette groaned in exasperation and opened the door, stomping out.

     "I'll call you!" John called after her.

     "No!"

     "Okay."

The Death of a Bachelor. *pat pat* It'll be okay, John. I've written this on 3/8/18, but will probably post it while I'm on my little trip. Hopefully I didn't miss my flight when future me posts this.

     John sighed. Jeanette wasn't wrong, and that was something than bothered him.

     So he climbed back up the stairs and sat down on the couch until Sherlock and (Y/N) came back. It wasn't long before he heard the door open, but only Sherlock appeared in the doorway to the flat. (Presumably because (Y/N), y'know, didn't live here. She stayed with Mrs. Hudson to help her aunt.)

     "Oh, hi," John greeted. Sherlock didn't reply. Instead, he looked around the room, eyes flitting about and touching every object present.
"You okay?" John asked.