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

You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes

After the police and ambulance arrive, I wait by the police car that Donovan came out of. She nods politely to me before meeting up with Lestrade. An ambulance is by the college and I see Sherlock sitting while a paramedic puts a blanket on him, which he keeps taking off. My eyes wander around the scene and about a minute later, Sherlock is talking to Lestrade and quickly looks over at me. I catch his gaze and give him a small smile. His eyebrows furrow and I quickly look away. There couldn't have been any chance of him knowing I shot the killer, right? Sherlock starts walking toward me but Lestrade stops him. Sherlock says something and holds up his blanket. Lestrade says something, and Sherlock walks toward me again, going under the police tape and throwing the blanket in Donovan's car. 

"Sergeant Donovan was just explaining everything to me," I say to him, clearing my throat, acting as if I totally didn't just shoot and kill the guy that was going to kill him. "Ya know, the two pills . . . that must've been dreadful. Very dreadful." 

I avoided eye contact with him the whole time until finally I look up at him and he smiles at me. "Good shot," he says.

Oh god, he knows.

"Yeah, it must've been a good shot if it was that far away, I mean-"

"Well, you'd know."

Yeah, he knows I did it.

"Woah, okay," I say with a forced chuckle. "I have some knowledge on hand weapons, but it's not like I can tell you off the top of my head whether it was a good or bad shot." He's not buying it.

"We need to get the powder burns out of your fingers," he says. "I don't suppose you'd serve time for this, but let's avoid the court case." I gaze around at anywhere or anything but Sherlock. "Are you alright?" 

Him asking this almost threw me off guard. "Why wouldn't I be?" 

"Well, you just killed a man."

"Yeah, well," I say with a shrug. "It's true, isn't it?" I wait for him to say something. "In my defense, he wasn't a very nice man." 

"No," he replies, shaking his head. "No he wasn't, was he?" 

"And a pretty bad taxi driver."

Sherlock chuckles which makes me smile a bit. I feel my cheeks blush but good thing it was dark out. "That's true, he was a bad cabbie," he states. We both start walking. "You should've seen the route he took us to get here." 

I quietly laugh but then stop myself. "Stop it," I tease. "We can't giggle, it's a crime scene, stop it!"

"You're the one who shot him."

"Keep your voice down!" I say with a gentle nudge. We quiet down and continue walking in silence. "You were gonna take that pill, weren't you?" I ask him as I stop walking. He realizes I'm not walking beside him, stops and turns to me. 

"Of course I wasn't," he says sternly. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to admit that he actually was going to. "I was biding my time. Knew you'd turn up." He quickly smiles at me and I couldn't help but smile myself. 

"You did not," I say surely. "This is how you get off on it, isn't it? You risk your life to prove that you're . . . all that."

"All that?"

"Clever." 

"Why would I do that?"

I quietly chuckle. "because you're an idiot. You're an idiot, Sherlock Holmes." He smiles and locks eyes with me. Again, I couldn't help but smile at him. For some reason, I felt in awe looking at him this time. "A friggin idiot," I continue, slowly tilting my head to one side. "That's what you are." This time he breaks the contact and looks back at Lestrade and then back at me.