Sherlocks fantasies. (Sherlock X Reader Smut)

Bloom.

Bloom was a young scientist. You worked alongside one of the most brilliant in your field. When you were sent by the British government to deconstruct a nuclear missile in Cuba, you and your fellow scientist were kidnapped by a drug lord, known as Marco frizzed. He wanted the nuclear power and the scientist who can make it work.

8 Scientists went in, Only two came back alive. But that wasn't the intention of Marco. He tried to kill you, but Sherlock and John interrupted him. 

John knocked on your grandma's apartment, He figured that Mrs. Hudson was still there.  To some shock, you opened the door " Oh Mrs. Bloom. I'm sorry, is Mrs. Hudson here? " You awkwardly shook your head no.  He nodded and turned away. Before departing he swung around " I'll be heading out now. if you need anything sherlock is upstairs." he mentioned before exciting. 

After 30 minutes, your curiosity got the better of you. And you decided to check on Sherlock, it made you surprised how winded you were when walking up the stairs. But sure enough, you reached the top. You were met by the beautiful waves of the violin. Which entranced you, causing you to remain stills, almost statue like.  You stayed like that for a few minutes until the violin stopped.
It took you a minute to snap out of it, and realize you were standing outside his flat.
When you did, you let out a sigh, remember the previous time you and Sherlock were alone. And wondering if you should. But before you could, Sherlock swung the door open in a hast " Mrs. Bloom, have you any mind where Watson has gone off to? " quickly grabbing hold of your senses, you decide to talk "No, but. He has been gone for about 20 ish minutes" you said quietly, folding your arms trying to gain some pride. He smiled, for some reason.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the staircase.
When we reached the bottom he stopped for a minute " Wait, Mr.holmes, where are we going!?" You said, practically breathless. He smiled " Why there's been a murder at 22nd and billiard. It must be Christmas" He pulled me out of the flat.

He practical jumped from the cab before it stopped " Mr. Holmes! do be careful. " You urged, trying to catch up to him. He rashly turned down an alley. You followed. When you turned down the corner, you saw a lifeless man. Before you could react to it, Sherlock was touching him " he died, about two or three hours. " you shuffled a small phone you had gotten from your grandmother " ill call the police." Sherlock stood up and pulled out a small revolver " no need" He shot into the air twice, and soon police sirens blared through the streets. You dropped your phone in shock. As he dropped back down to examine the body. You scrambled to make sense of this " What in the world, Mr. Holmes!" you caught his attention, He looked up at you " What the bloody hell " you asked. He stood up " You, are far smarter than John.  And I needed someone to accompany me, John gets mad when I go out alone because I almost always end up somewhere where I shouldn't be." he looked like a child when he said that. you released a much-needed sigh "Alright then, What do you need from me?" You asked, ready to help in any way you could.

AUTHOR NOTE~

Hey Y'all, much love. next chapter will be a bit more spicey I'm thinking. Thank you for the support. Have a wonderful day!