(Y/n)'s P.O.V.:
"Hey, are you okay?" Sherlock asked, helping me stand up.
"Yes, I'm fine. You?" I asked.
"I'm good, but I can't say the same for our windows." He said, glancing at the now empty window frames.
"Don't worry." I said. "Do you have anything we can cover them with?"
"Don't know. I'll go check." He said.
"I'll collect the glass." I said.
"Alright. Just be careful."
"I will, mom." I groaned. He smiled and left the room. I started collecting bigger pieces of glass when Mrs Hudson came.
"Oh dear, are you two alright? Have you been hurt? Where's Sherlock?" She asked, her voice filled with worry.
"We're fine Mrs H., thank you. But I'm afraid windows don't feel so good. Sherlock went to find something to cover them with until they're fixed. Are you alright?" I asked.
"Everything's alright. I checked your flat too, no damage. Do you need help?" She asked pointing at the glass in my hand.
"No, thank you, but can I borrow your vacuum cleaner?" I asked.
"Of course, dear." She said and went downstairs, shortly after returning with a vacuum cleaner. I thanked her and started to vacuum the room, making sure not one little piece of glass remains, not wanting to risk someone cutting their bare feet (aka Sherlock, who was currently walking barefoot). A few minutes later I turned the vacuumer off, satisfied with my work, just when Sherlock came in.
"I found this." He said waving some cardboard around.
"Good." I said. "Let me just throw this aw-OUCH!"
"What happened?" Sherlock asked, standing by my side.
"Nothing, I just cut my palm a bit." I said.
"I knew it would happen. You're so clumsy." He rolled his eyes.
"Now you sound like my grandma." I muttered.
"Let me see." He said, smirking a bit.
"I didn't cut my hand off, I just made a little cut. It's not even bleeding. Besides, I've had worse." I said as I threw the glass away.
"Worse?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow. Damn it! I should learn how to keep my mouth shut.
"Well, I am a cop after all." I said. "Come on, these windows will not fix themselves."
He eyed me suspiciously for a few moments, before helping me cover the empty window frames.
All I can say that the rest of the night was quiet, boring and full of freezing wind.
《☆Time skip☆》
Next morning
I don't know when I woke up, but I didn't give a single fuck about it, because if (Y/n) wants to sleep on, (Y/n) will sleep on, so I clutched my pillow tighter and breathed in its sweet, comforting smell of mint and chemicals... Wait, what? Last time I checked, my pillow did not smell like mint and chemicals. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up, meeting a pair of icy blue ones.
"Morning." Sherlock said, his voice husky from sleep.
I quickly jumped on my feet, suddenly fully awake. "Dear Lord, I'm so sorry!" I said. "I don't know how - I just kinda - I don't remember ho-" I shut up when I saw Sherlock shaking with quiet laughter. I took John's pillow and threw it at his face, giggling a bit myself.
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