BBC Sherlock Imagines

Shoe Laces - Sherlock

Lestrades POV:

I sit in my office, awaiting Sherlock to arrive... he says he has solved the case.

Theres a knock at the door, followed by three figures walking into the room... Sherlock, Detective YN, and Dr. Watson.

My Jaw drops as I see Sherlock, his left eyes black and bruised with splotches of purple and blue on his cheek bone. His arm is in a cast and held to his chest with a sling.

"What on earth have you three been doing?" I say

"It's a long story" YN says with a smirk"

"Quite hilarious, actually" John adds.

Earlier that day:
  
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Readers POV:
 
I sat across from my boyfriend in John's chair. "Sherlock," I whine, annoyed at the fact that this is the third time he has slipped into his mind palace this month.

He had been staring straight ahead for about a day and a half.

I hear the Jangling of a key at the front door, I turn just in time to see John step through the frame of the door.

"Hello John," I say in melancholy tone, "I'm bored."

"How long has he been like that?" John asks "about a day and a half I say with a sigh

"Follow up question... why are his shoes untied?" John's eyes brows knit together in confusion as he points to Sherlock's feet.

"Oh I have been running experiments on what he will and won't notice... so far he hasn't  realized that I've done anything."

"Which reminds me, I need to do my next experiment." I say as I pop of from my seat. I kneel down at Sherlock's feet, I grab his shoelaces and tie them together. "Done" I proudly proclaim as I sit back down in John's chair.

"Is he wearing mascara?" John asks

"Yup" I say popping the P

"What else have you done?"

"He was wearing a different shirt about an hour ago" 

"Fascinating," John says

"What?"

"That, how he can Just run away into his mind and not notice anything that goes on in reality" John says in awe.

At that moment Sherlock stands up "of course!" He yells.

"John I've-" Sherlock's Shoes stop him and he falls flat on his face.

A fit of laughter erupts from both me and John.

Sherlock rolls over onto his back, clutching his right arm and tears streaming down his cheeks. A bruise is beginning to form around his left eye and the upper part of his cheek bone.

"I think my arm is broken." Sherlock says, pain laced through out his voice.

"Don't ridiculous Sherlock, it's not broken." John says still laughing, he bends down to feel Sherlocks arm and immediately the smile is wiped off of his face.

"Yup that's defiantly broken"

This shuts me up as well

"YN go hail a cab, I will help Sherlock down the stairs."

I run outside and flag down a cab.

A few minutes later we are all sitting in the cab, all is silent... well save Sherlocks little winces and cries of pain.

John leans over to me and whispers something in my ear "It's still funny" he says making me giggle a tiny bit.

Sherlock looks over us, fright written all over his face

"Iv'e broken my structure that literally helps me to stand, this in not funny!" He shouts

"of course it's not Babe." I say giving Sherlock a pat on the knee, I turn to John, both of us holding back laughter.

"You two are awful"