Call Me Daddy (BBC Sherlock x Reader)

You're Mine

Y/n's pov

"Sherlock, let me help. I can help with this, please," I beg.

"No, y/n it's too dangerous."

"But Sherlock."

"Y/n, no. I told you, it's too dangerous. Stay home, with Mrs. Hudson."

Without waiting for me to reply, he leaves with John. I sigh.

"Go," I hear Mrs. Hudson whisper.

"He'd get upset," I shake my head.

"How bad do you want to help?" She asks.

"You're right," I give Mrs. Hudson a smile, "I'll wear a disguise."

"That's the spirit!" I chuckle at Mrs. Hudson, and rush to the bathroom.

I quickly start first I fix my hair in a way I would normally never fix it, then start applying makeup. Dark red lipstick with dark eyeliner and mascara. I dress myself in clothes I would never wear in any normal situation and double check myself in the mirror. I look hot, stylish, and nothing like myself.

"Bye Mrs. Hudson, thank you!" With that, I leave, quickly heading to the man's house.

I know John and Sherlock are watching the house from afar, so I'm careful to keep myself hidden enough they won't notice. Their suspect comes to the door, and I give him a smile.

"Could you help a poor lady out?"

"What's wrong, madam?"

"Well, you see sir, I'm a bit lost, and chilly, I didn't bring a jacket cause I thought I knew where I was going."

"C'mon in," he says, and I can see his pervy smirk.

Sherlock's pov

I watch as a woman walks down the street towards our suspects house. I frown, that walk and stance is way too familiar. I sigh as it clicks.

"What is she doing?" I think out loud.

"What?" John looks confused.

"Look at the walk, that's Y/n. I told her to stay with Mrs. Hudson," I say quietly.

I work to keep my voice emotionless, but inside me I can feel an unusual anger. It's an odd feeling, truly. Y/n talks to the man for a minute before going inside his house. I grit my teeth slightly. John doesn't notice my rage.

Y/n's pov

"So what brings you to this part of town, little lady?" The man asks.

"I was looking for a specific place, maybe you know it?"

"Maybe, what is it?"

"That consultant guy, what's his name? Sherlock? He's got a blog about him? And he's supposed to help solve cases for people?" I act like I don't really know Sherlock.

The man rolls his eyes, "Oh yes, Sherlock. I think he is so overrated. Can I tell you something?" The smirk this man has at this point is one in which I really do not like.

I play dumb, giving him a smile, "Of course!"

"I've murdered people. Four to be exact, about to be five," he gives me a sly cat-like smile, "and yet, Sherlock has yet to figure me out."

I gasp, pretending I didn't know anything about him, "Pl-please sir, d-don't hurt me," I whisper.

"Shh," he smiles, "it won't hurt. Much."

I scream, knowing Sherlock will hear me, and hoping he'll come to rescue me.

The man quickly covers my mouth.