Mental: Sherlock x fem!Reader x Moriarty

Chapter 8 - Coffee dates and bombs

Now this is more or less a filler chapter

Over the next few days, you had gone out with Jim to the Cafe nearby early in the morning just before work. You shared a love for Shakespeare, Art and surprisingly... cooking. Baking to be exact. At first, you doubted his skills until every day you came home you'd find a box filled with some sort of treat first it was cookies with a note that said

Told you - JM

Which you then texted him saying

How do I know you didn't just buy these? - (Y/I) (your initials) 

Touche - JM

You came home the next day to a box of brownies with a tape that was of him cooking. It was cute. As for Sherlock, you became close, bonding over music, crimes and his odd experiments. You'd see him in Greg's office sometimes or when you were called to a scene. He'd ask for your input and conclusions. Unless it was part of the bombings. You were never around for those. Right now you were stuck in the office, you had piles of work to do, not to mention hold in the vomit from the constant flirting between Anderson and Donovan. Your phone went off that told you it was time to go homes. "Oh thank Chuck! I was about to call, Crowley" You whisper the last part to yourself. Not quite enough.

"Whos Crowley?" Donovan turns to you with a smirk, eyebrow raised. "An online boyfriend?" She laughs at her own joke as you turn to her with a neutral look on your face.

"My crossroad demon, actually," Your smile innocent. You grab your bag and exit the office, leaving both of them confused. You say goodnight to the lady at the front desk and catch a cab. Time to catch up on Dr. Who! The cab comes to a stop, you pay the cabbie and open the door to 221b. You walk up the stairs and bump into John who had just come out of the flat.

"Hey there, (Y/N),"

"Hey, John, where you off to?" You ask as you take off your coat.

"Just going over to Sarah's," 

"Oh alright then," You wave John goodbye and enter the detectives flat to see Sherlock sitting on his chair knees pressed against his chest, eyes glued on the telly. "Watching crappy telly?" He turns his attention to you, a slight blush on his face. He turns back to the screen and just nods. You make a cup of tea and sit in John's chair watching the telly with Sherlock. He turns to the door listening, waiting, for no sound other than the telly to fill the room. He flips open his laptop and starts to type. You glance over to him with a raised eyebrow. He pauses, a smirk tugging on his lips as he glances up at the telly again. He types again he then presses the enter button. He closes the laptop and glances up at you.

"Would you like to come with me to drop something off?" You contemplate whether to go with him or watch Dr. Who... Matt Smith? Sherlock Holmes? Matt Smith? Sherlock Holmes?... Matt can wait.

"Sure, why not,"

"Excellent,"

[Fades to black]

Crappy writer back at it again! See ya next time shersquad!

*Cough Cough* I'll go now... Sorry, for the short chapter again! 600 words... not my best but I had to fill in a few things! Sorry about the whole "Its set over 4 days blah blah blah" But it would be weird if you had become comfortable with some people over 4 days tbh...

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