Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 7 - Brian Lukis

John's P.O.V.:

"You, erm... you're a bit overqualified." Woman that was interviewing me said looking at my CV.

"I could always do a little money." I said with a smile.

"Well, we've got two on holiday this week, and one just left to have a baby. Might be a bit mundane for you." She informed me.

"Uh, no. Mundane is good sometimes. Mundane works." I chuckled.

"Says here you were a soldier." She said.

"And a doctor."

"Anything else you can do?"

"I played clarinet at school." I said jokingly.

"Oh!" She chuckled "I look forward to it."

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As soon as I stepped into the flat I heard Sherlock say:

"I said: can you pass me a pen?"

I looked around and saw (Y/n) lying on the sofa with her hands clasped in a praying position under her chin.

"What? When?" I asked

"About an hour ago."

I glanced at (Y/n).

"Why didn't you pass him a pen?" I asked her.

"I waited for you to do it. I couldn't be bothered to get up." She replied.

"Didn't notice I got out, then." I sighed. "I went to see about one job."

"How was it?" Sherlock asked.

"Great." I replied. "She's great."

"Who?" (Y/n) asked.

"The job."

"She?" (Y/n) and Sherlock asked in unison.

Shit. "It." I corrected myself.

They glanced at each other and then turned their attention back to me, both with amused expressions.

"Have a look." Sherlock suddenly said nodding his head towards the laptop.
I read the article:

"The intruder who can walk through walls."

"Happened last night. Journalist shot in his own flat: door was locked, windows locked from the inside - exactly the same as Van Coon." Sherlock said.

"God! You think..."

"He's killed another one." Sherlock finished my sentence.

He stood up, put on his coat and left. (Y/n) and I followed.

Time skip to Scotland Yard (yes again)

Sherlock's P.O.V.:

I put laptop on Dimmock's desk and showed him the article.
"Brian Lukis. Free lance journalist, murdered in his flat. Doors locked from the inside."

"You've got to admit it - it's similar. Both killed by someone who can walk through solid walls." John said.

"Dimmock, you seriously believe that Eddie Van Coon was just another City suicide?" (Y/n) asked in disbelief.

Inspector just stared at three of us, so I continued:
"You've seen the ballistics report, what I suppose?"

He just nodded.

"And the shot that killed him? Was it fired from his own gun?" I asked, though I already new the answer.

"No." He simply replied. It was clear that he wasn't glad to admit he was wrong.

I quickly glanced at (Y/n). I could tell she was amused by the whole situation.

"No." I said. "So, this investigation might've moved a bit quicker if you were to take my word as gospel!"

Again, Dimmock just blankly stared at us, so (Y/n) said:
"He just handed you a murder inquiry!"

"Five minutes in his flat!" I demanded.

Don't kill me, but... Time skip

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.:

We arrived at Brian Lukis's flat. It was in a big mess and I didn't see anything interesting, except one thing: there was an origami made out of black napkin lying on the floor. It looked exactly like that thing Sherlock found in Van Coon's mouth. I quickly glanced at the detective and saw he noticed it too.
Sherlock approached the window and looked through it.

"Four floors up." He said.
"That's why they think they're safe."
"Put a chain across the door,"
"Bolt it shut,"
"Think they're impregnable."
"They don't reckon for one second that there's another way in." Sherlock and I said alternately.

With a corner of my eye I saw John was smiling. I was about to ask him why, but Dimmock spoke first:

"I don't understand."

"Of course you don't." I muttered quietly, but loud enough for everybody to hear me. Dimmock sent me a murderous look and John tried to cover him laugh with a cough.

"We're dealing with a killer who can climb." Sherlock explained, trying to suppress his smile, but miserably failed.

Then, Sherlock's eyes landed on the skylight window and he approached it. He opened it and looked through it.  I stood by him and tried to do the same, but I wasn't tall enough.

"What are you doing?" Dimmock asked us.

"Clings to the walls like an insect." I said and extended my neck so I could see through the window.

"That's how he got in." Sherlock said. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. It smelled like coffee and cigarettes. Wait, I thought he quit smoking!
That doesn't matter right now, (Y/n)! I mentally scolded myself.  Focus on the case for God's sake!

"What?" Dimmock asked.

"Do you do anything else other than asking stupid questions?!" I asked. "Seriously tho, how did you become a Detective Inspector?"

"Watch your mouth (Y/l/n)!" He said, his anger clearly reflected on his face.

Sherlock took a step forward so he was standing right beside me.
"He climbed up the side of the walls, ran along the roof, dropped in through this skylight." Sherlock coldly explained.

Dimmock turned to Sherlock again:
"You're not serious?! Like Spider-Man?"

"He scaled scaled six floors of a Docklands apartment building, jumped the balcony and killed Van Coon." I said but he didn't pay any attention to me.

"Oh, hold on." Dimmock said to Sherlock, but Sherlock ignored him and turned to face me:

"That's how he got into the bank - "
"Ran along the window ledge onto the terrace." I finished his sentence and smiled.

He smiled back.
"We have to find out what connects these two men!" He said, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the stairs in Brian's flat. Sherlock suddenly stopped and picked up one of the many books that were lying on the stairs. He opened it and I saw it was from West Kensington Library .
He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. He didn't have to say anything out loud for me to understand what was he thinking.

We could start here?

I nodded.

He grabbed my hand, and we ran out of the flat.