Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 4 - Science of Deduction (part 2)

Sherlock's P.O.V.:

"We're obviously looking at a suicide." Dimmock said as we entered the living room.

"That does seem like the only explanation for all facts." John said.
"Wrong!" (Y/n) and I said in unison. We looked at each other with a confused look for a moment and then I turned to Dimmock and tried to explain:

"It's one possible explanation for some facts. You've got the solution that you like, but you're choosing to ignore anything you see that doesn't comply with it."

"Like?" Dimmock asked.

So Scotland Yard has only amateurs to send to the crime scene?

"The wound's on the right side of his head."

"And?"

Are people really this dumb?!

"Van Coon was left-handed! Requires quite a bit of contortions. " I said while pretending that I'm trying to shoot myself with my left hand on the right side of my head.

"Left-handed?" Dimmock gave me a confused look. Yup, people really are that dumb.

"I'm amazed you didn't notice! Scotland Yard had only amateurs to send today, huh? All you have to do is to look around this flat."

"Amateurs?!" I got cut off by (Y/n). I turned to face her. I regretted saying those words the second I saw her facial expression. She was looking at me like she was about to kill me - there and then. I didn't know what to say, so I just kept looking at her.

"Amateur..." she laughed sarcastically. I saw that John and Inspector Dimmock were pretty scared as well.
"I'll show you the amateur! Yes, you're absolutely right - he was left-handed. How do I know? Easy: coffee table on the left side, coffee mug handle pointing to the left. Power sockets - habitually used the ones on the left. Pen and paper on the left of the phone, because he picked it up with his right hand and wrote down messages with his left. Want me to go on?" she stopped for a second, but before anybody could answer she continued:

"Oh, why not? I'm almost at the bottom of the list. As the knife on the bread board with a butter on the right side of the blade because he used it with his left hand. It's highly unlikely that a left-handed man would shoot himself on the right side of his head. Conclusion: someone broke in here and murdered him. Only explanation of all facts."

"B-but the gun..." Dimmock muttered, obviously surprised by what had (Y/n) just said as much as I was. She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to answer his (rather stupid) question, but I spoke first:

"He was waiting for the killer. He's been threatened."

"What?" Dimmock asked.

"Today at a bank. Some sort of a warning." John explained.

"How do you know that?" (Y/n) asked.

"We were there this morning." I said pulling my phone out and showing her pictures I took. "See?"

"Hmm..."

"He fired a shoot when his attacker came in." I said.

"And the bullet?" Dimmock asked.

"Went through an open window." I looked at (Y/n). She was giving me a surprised look. I guess she was amazed that I knew all of this. My train of thoughts was once again interrupted by Dimmock:

"Oh come on! What are the chances of that?"

"Wait for the ballistic report. The bullet in his brain wasn't from his gun. I guarantee it." I said while putting my coat on. Dimmock looked at me like he was going to say something but (Y/n) cut him off:
"Mr. Holmes is right." I don't know why, but I smiled as she said that. She returned me a smile anxiously, and then she put her coat and scarf on.
"But the door was locked from the inside! How did the killer get in?" Dimmock asked.

"Good! You're finally asking the right questions!" I said and saw (Y/n) smirking. Then John, (Y/n) and I went out, leaving Dimmock behind.

A/n:
Hey guys! I'm sorry this chapter was a bit short! Originally chapter 3 and 4 were one but I decided it would have been too long so I cut it like this. I hope you don't mind.😁😘
Love you my high-functioning sociopaths!!!🖤🖤🖤🖤