BBC Sherlock Reader Insert One Shots

Cheating and chips (Sherlock)

A/N: hello, I hope you are all enjoying this so far. This one has some sensitive stuff in. Mostly mentions of self harm and an attempted suicide.

You stand outside of 221b Baker Street. The rain pouring down into your boots. Water drips off your nose as you pull down your sleeve and knock. After a moment of shivering and making sure your scars are hidden, the door opens. An older lady with glasses on the edge of her nose stands there.

"Oh, hello dear. Are you a client of Sherlocks'?" She greets you kindly, you nod.

"Oh, you'd better come in then. Terrible weather isn't it?" She ushers you in.

"Yeah, I had to walk here too," you say, finally finding your voice.

"He's just up there," she guestures up the stairs, "If he gives you any trouble, you just call me,"

"Thanks," you say before heading up the stairs. As you reach the top, you see a closed door. Edging closer, you decide to knock, but a voice from behind the door stops you.

"You can just come in," a male voice says. You push the door open.

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Five minutes later, you're sitting in the 'client chair' with a cup of tea. Your wet coat is drying on the coat rack. The detective, Sherlock Holmes, sits in front of you.

"I don't usually help people with relationship problems, but I've decided to help you," he says with his eyes shut and his hands in a prayer position.

"How did you, nevermind, uh, thank you, I guess?" You stutter.

"How did I know?" Sherlock opens his eyes and stares into yours. "I deduced you. I won't do it out loud if you don't want,"

"No, no, I want to hear what you've got," you look at him pleadingly.

"You've been in a relationship for about seven years and were due to get married. But, the partner didn't care about you, the ring was too small, there's still marks left from where you took it off this morning. So that plus the fact that you caught them with another woman, woman because of your lack of make up, you decided to break up the relationship immediately. You've come here for advice because you have very little experience of relationships and all of it's bad experience. You are also suicidal, you've cut your self along your forearm multiple time which is why you keep pulling your jumper sleeve down. There's also a faint scar on your neck from a suicide attempt. Did I miss anything?"

The detective finally pauses for breath, you sit there stunned.

"Err, no. You didn't miss anything," you finally find your small voice and subconsciously rub the scar around your neck. Suddenly, the detective jumps up.

"Right, you hungry? I know a fantastic chip shop down the road. Want to come?" Sherlock says as he ties his scarf. Your coat comes flying at you.

"Yeah, sure. But you're paying," you grin, catching your coat.

"Fine, whatever," Sherlock groans.

You both leave Baker Street hand in hand, smiling for the first time in months.