Y/N P.O.V
I drove myself to 221B Baker Street and quickly went inside, avoiding getting too wet from the rain.
Of course, that didn't work.
My coat was in my bag, meaning the rain soaked me as I waited for Mrs. Hudson to open the door.
"Thank god you're ok." John sighed as soon as I stepped into the flat.
"Mary is on her way." He said and I raised an eyebrow.
"What happened? Mycroft went crazy and demanded that I follow his precious little brother around everywhere. Something about a threat on his life?" I asked innocently, as if I wasn't the one who sent the 'threat'.
"Moriarty is back." Sherlock announced, walking into the room with a gun in his hand.
"British Army Browning L9A1?" I asked curiously and John nodded.
"And how do you know he's back?" Sherlock paced the room, his jacket discarded on his chair, leaving him in a tight white shirt and his usual pants and shoes.
"Text." He threw his phone at me and I bought it with ease. I pretended to read it whilst the boys began to argue.
"It's his old number as well. There's no way it couldn't be him." I smirked internally, glad Jim had left a few of his things behind.
He scratched his head with the gun before shooting the wall, John flinched and I didn't move.
"Can you not trace the number?" Shit...
"No." Sherlock replied simply.
"John, go downstairs and wait for Mary. I want to talk to Y/N."
Sherlock's P.O.V
John did as he was told and I glared at the girl left in the flat with me.
"You were too calm." She looked up at me.
"I shot the wall, you didn't flinch or bother to look what I shot. Meaning you are used to bullets firing around you. You knew the type of gun after seeing it for less than 10 seconds."
"Tough childhood." She shrugged and I glared at her, taking a step forward as she took one back.
"You're lying about something..." I took another step forward and she took one back.
"You're involved, somehow." My voice was barely a whisper as I took another step forward and Y/N backed into the wall.
"Maybe I am." She smirked much to my surprise.
I closed the gap between us.
Y/N P.O.V
Sherlock was impossibly close, unbearable almost.
There was only a few inches between our faces and I looked away awkwardly.
Shock was an understatement in what I was feeling as he reached up to my chin and forced me to look at him.
"Why you?" He whispered.
"Why are you so... you?" I blinked in surprise, not knowing what to say.
Before I could even formulate a reply he kissed me, not desperately or deeply. Just... softly.
It felt like his lips were barely touching mine and I'm not sure why, but I kissed him back.
Maybe it was because I was not sure what else to do.
Maybe it was because I was scared, scared of being alone.
Or maybe, it was because I wanted someone to love me and not leave me.
"Mary's here- oh god." John walked in and I pushed Sherlock away.
"This was, umm, nothing." I coughed slightly. I looked at Sherlock who's pupils had dilated, his face was tinted with pink and his breathing was slightly rushed.
"Yeah... Nothing." Disappointment laced his voice and a wave of guilt washed over me.
Jim...
"Anyway, Y/N you should come and meet Mary." John tried to clear the awkward atmosphere and I took a shaky breath.
"Yeah, that would be great." I followed him downstairs where I found the one person I didn't want to see right now.
"Rosie, how great to see you." My voice dripped with sarcasm and the blonde looked at me in a mixture of shock and horror.
John apparently stayed upstairs with Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson was nowhere to be seen.
"Ashwood, What are you doing here?" She growled, glaring at me.
"I could ask the same thing to you Rosie, going by 'Mary' and lying to your fiancé." She looked worried for a second before smirking at me.
"Jealous?" I rolled my eyes, neither of us hearing the boys come downstairs over our little argument.
"Of you? Darling, you have to try harder than that to make me jealous." I smirked, not saying anything threatening after seeing Sherlock and John on the stairs. Rosie- well Mary had her back turned to them.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't-" She was cut off by a creak on the stairs, purposely caused by Sherlock.
I shot him a questioning look but he ignored me.
"Oh, hi John, Sherlock." She said innocently and I have honestly never glared at someone so hard.
"You two... know each other then?" John asked, his face a picture of confusion.
