Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 7.2: The businessman (Case 1)

"Hey Y/N!" Chris called from the dining hall."You got a letter." You grunted, slowly getting out from your bed and went to brush your teeth.

"Your boss is going to hold a ball two days after."

You choked by hearing the voice out from the dining hall.

It was Alan Carlton Holmes.

After you changed your pyjamas into a white shirt and black skirt and put on a light makeup, you walked to the kitchen to cook breakfast for yourself.

"What are you doing." A deep baritone sound alarmed behind you.

"Cooking."

"Thanks for stating the obvious."He said in sarcasm and you rolled your eyes.

God, you hate him, you hate him dearly.

"If you knew, why ask me then?" You hissed back as you glared at him.

"You're obviously going to work. Go shopping? No, you aren't as if so, you would put a far well decent dress to show you're more high class and put on heavy makeup than this light makeup to try to attract others' attention and in which isn't helping. And I am. Now. Demanding you not to go anywhere."

What the fuck?

...Chris was drinking his tea as silent as he could while noticing the tension in this room spread like a wildfire...

"So you insulted me and told me to obey your demand?" You snickered, throwing daggers at him with your eyes. "That's not even insulting, is describing." He rolled his eyes, walking towards to the window.

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Sherlock's P.O.V

"Y/N !"

'Bang'

Well, as expected. She's better to stay in the room instead of going out.

"You pissed her off." Mr Harrison stood next to me. "So you decided to be her little doggie to lick her wound?" I snickered.

"You knew what?"

He didn't bang?

"What?"

I watched him put down his cup and sat on the couch while looking up at me with a smile.

"You won't get her back."

Instantly, my heart seemed to be shot by a gun.

He could see through me...? Why?

~

Chris put his cup on the table before sitting on the couch. "You won't get her back." He smiled as if saying he knew his past. Well, actually he didn't. He just understood that feeling.

He understood his feeling.

Chris smiled as he saw his eyes were wide opened in shock. "She meant a whole world to you." He continued, eyes growing dimmer than usual. "You will always do anything for her but there's no way to keep her next to you." His voice was high pitched of the word 'way'.

"Isn't that funny?" He asked with a smile, that borrowed sorrow in between. Sherlock listened and said nothing but turning back his gaze to the window, staring aimlessly at the people out on the street.

"Victoria." He whispered softly, as to say to her.

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Your's P.O.V

After I got back to the room, I shut the door loudly with 'bang', hoping they would take notice of me being in anger and don't bother me. I smirked devilishly as I did this on purpose.

That bastard must think I am in anger.

And so I got time to get out of this flat. Luckily that Chris's flat is on the second floor, it isn't hard to get to the street with this... height right? Oh god, cursed that bastard.

I won't fall... right? And even if I fall, just 3 metres only, won't hurt that much?

Stop it brain!

I got to go to work, no, is find the evidence. Some confidential documents must be put in his office. Ok, gonna go Y/N.

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"Oh my god. It's Y/N!!!" Chris shouted, woke Sherlock up from his mind. "Let's go."Sherlock said, more like a command. He put on his scarf and coat as he walked out the door, with Chris followed behind.

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"Miss Y/L/N."

"Good morning, Miss Y/L/N."

You nodded while you were passing the long corridor and sneaked into Magnussen's office. You then began to find the confidential documents which he might put in his drawer or what.

"Good morning, Mr Magnussen."

Damn.

Quick, be quick, Y/N. QUICK!

"Bastard? How did you ge-

Cling.

The door opened.

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"Y/N ?" Magnussen smiled, coming into your office. "What happened?" You faked a smile while taking a glimpse of him.

"Oh nothing, just wondering if you're coming to the ball." He answered, taking a seat in front of you.

"Why not? Of course, I will come."

"Well then, see you tomorrow." With that, he smiled and went out of your room.

You lent a bit over on your desk to see if he has gone far away or not. After made sure he has gone, you kicked Sherlock who was hiding under your desk as a signal to come out.

How did you get here? You want to know too.

~Flashback~

"Good morning, Mr Magnussen."

Damn.

Quick, be quick, Y/N. QUICK!

"Bastard? How did you ge-

"Close your eyes. We don't have time."

With that, you felt a pair of cold arms lifted you up and carried you in a bridal style, making you wrapped your arms around his neck. You began to feel your body shivered.

Cold.

Like a blizzard that crashed straightly into your heart.

You couldn't think anything as you felt your head was spinning around and around. And just a second, you're back into your office, sitting on your chair.

~Flashback end~

"What are you."

You asked him, you were surprised by yourself too that you weren't afraid at all. You could see his whole body tensed after what you said and watched him turned his body ironically to you.

"Human."

"I am not a fool who will believe you, bastard." You narrowed your eyes. You couldn't help but thought it was funny to see him who was so struggling to think of an answer to answer you.

He is cute.

Wait, what?!

"It's no use for me to answer. You won't believe anyway." He replied, a smug smile appeared.

Smartass.

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Author's note

Hey guys :), it's Cherry here. I'm glad to announce I have more time to write as it's almost my summer holidays so please stay tuned!