You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

Filling In For Sherlock's Skull

It was silent for a few moments as we observed the body before Sherlock says, "Shut up," and looks at Lestrade. Did I miss something?

"I didn't say anything," he replies.

"You were thinking. It's annoying." He then takes a few steps closer to the body and examines it closely. He kneels down and touches the corpse's coat. He takes out an umbrella from the woman's coat pocket and examines a few more things on the woman, like her jewelry, and even taking her wedding ring off at one point and using his pocket magnifying glass to examine that. Sherlock gives a small smirk.

"Got anything?" Lestrade asks.

"Not much," he answers, taking his gloves off and standing up. It looked like he got a lot of information in my opinion. 

"She's German," Anderson states at the door, making me jump. "Rache. It's German for revenge," he adds in the worst German I've ever heard. Sherlock takes his phone out and walks to the door. "She could be trying to tell us something-"

"Yes, thank you for your input," Sherlock interrupts, closing the door on Anderson.  

"So she's German?" Lestrade asks.

"Of course not. But she's from out of town. Intended to stay in London for one night before returning home to Cardiff." He got all of that just from a minute of examining? Nice. "So far so obvious."

"Obvious?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. 

"What about the message though," Lestrade asks.

"Dr. Watson, what do you think?" Sherlock asks me, locking eyes with me once more. I quickly glance at Lestrade.

"Of the message?" I ask stupidly.

"Of the body. You're a medical woman." 

"We have a whole team right outside," argues Lestrade. 

"They won't work with me."

"I'm breaking every rule letting you in here." 

We continue locking eyes before Sherlock turns to Lestrade and says, "Yes because you need me." 

I look at Lestrade, waiting for a response. "Yes I do," he finally says. He looks at the ground. "God help me." 

"Dr. Watson," Sherlock says again, getting my attention.

"Yes?" I say. I look at Lestrade for confirmation.

"Oh, do as he says, help yourself," he finally says, walking out of the room. "Anderson, keep everyone out for a couple of minutes," I hear through the door. 

Sherlock and I kneel down at the body. "Well?" Sherlock asks. 

I wait a few moments to answer until I think Lestrade was out of hearing range. "What am I doing here," I ask. 

"Helping me make a point," whispers Sherlock. 

"So I'm just helping you pay the rent," I say in a whisper. 

"Yeah, well, this is more fun." 

"You call this fun?" I point to the woman. "A woman's lying dead." 

He thinks for a moment. "Perfectly sound analysis, but I was hoping you'd go deeper." After the millionth time locking eye contact, I hear Lestrade walk back in, and so I start examining the body myself. I feel Sherlock watching me, which makes my heart go faster. I knew Lestrade was also looking, so why is Sherlock watching making me feel weird?

"Yeah," I finally say, getting up. "It's probably asphyxiation." Sherlock looks at Lestrade. "She probably passed out, choked on her own vomit. I can't smell any alcohol on her. It could have been a seizure or a possible chance of drugs."