Sherlock preferences

In love with a consulting detective

The floor of the crime scene was absolutely soaking. You could see your reflection in the quivering puddles on the tarmac which had formed from the hours of rainfall. Your wet coat clung tightly to your body and every slight gust of wind gave you chills and made you shudder violently.
"So, it's a murder then dad?" You asked Greg as he paced back and forth across the sodden, black road. He squinted his eyes slightly as he brought his hand up to run through his silvery hair
"It certainly looked that way... (Y/n), you need to make sure you don't get into any bother here, not every detective just gets to bring their daughter to work you know."
You smiled genuinely and placed a hand on his damp shoulder
"Don't worry dad, I got this..."
You shuddered again. Damn that wind chill...
At that moment, a black taxi cab pulled out from the mist and parked up beside the police cars. A tall, thin, curly haired man and a shorter, blonde, warm man stepped out.
"Ah, Sherlock's here" Greg stated, waking over to them hastily through the dampness and spitting rain. Sherlock adorned his usual blank face as he approached the scene. Until he say you, that is...
Sherlock froze as he caught a glimpse of your face, leading Greg to grow concerned.
"Hey, Sherlock, you ok mate? You seem very pale, are you ill?
Sherlock shook his head vacantly as his fingers fidgeted. No matter how hard he tried, he could not shake his skittish actions. Greg looked slightly concerned at the consulting detective's response but he shrugged it off anyway and lead him to the scene.
"Double homicide. Both victims died around 5:23am this morning and-... (Y/n) what are you doing?"
As Greg was speaking, you had approached Sherlock and snaked your arm round his waist, making him smile with the added comfort. Greg stared at you and Sherlock, completely perplexed
"(Y/n) could you please unhand Sherlock? He isn't usually the type for physical contact..."
Sherlock replied in a rather nervous, staccato fashion making Greg just appear even more confused.
"Well... You see Greg, we are, well... Me and (y/n) are- y-your daughter and I are-"
His stuttering made you anxious so you were forced to just blurt out:
"Dad I'm in love with your consulting detective, Please don't be mad!"
Sherlock's eye twitched, he was clearly unprepared for your sudden outburst of passion and his cheeks flushed pink as Greg stared him down. Greg took an intimidating step forward sending tight ripples across a particularly deep puddle. He looked Sherlock in the eye and raised his brow at him. You anxiously bit your lip awaiting some kind of approval or dismissal from your  currently unreadable father. Sherlock swallowed hard, accentuating his Adam's apple as he kept is eye contact locked with Greg.
"Sherlock..."
"Yes." He answered blankly
"Treat her well and I swear to god if you hurt one hair in my little baby's head, you will have me to answer to."
"Dad!" You spoke through your teeth, blushing a very similar colour to Sherlock. Greg gave one last nod signifying his approval and walked back to continue assessing the crime scene, he would feel awkward intruding any further into your love life.
"Well... That could have gone better" Sherlock muttered.
"Or worse." You reassured him lovingly "it's ok, my dad likes you Sherlock, he was just a little shocked. I should have told him sooner..."
You dipped your head a little, almost taking the blame, feeling like your fathers reaction was somehow your fault.
"Hey!..." Sherlock smiled, cupping your face in his hands and pecking you softly on the lips "this isn't your fault. You love me and I reciprocate those feelings... It's fine."
You closed your eyes and interlocked lips more meaningfully this time, his damp curls sticking to your forehead and your arms clenching tighter round the thin detective's waist. When you finally pulled away, breathless, you smiled and whispered
"Come on, let's go catch some murderers..."
"That's my girl" Sherlock replied with a cheeky smile and a wink before you linked arms and walked back through the rain to the scene of the crime.

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A/n- sorry this is a bit short, I just thought it would make a nice, little, cute chapter.