Sherlock x depressed reader

Chapter three

-Alexander-POV-
"I may not live to see our glory"
"But i will gladly join the fight,"
"And when our children tell our story"
"They'll tell the story of tonight"
me. white rabbit, and hatter sing together out of boredom as cat gets us some whiskey. hatter looks at me.
"Maybe you should go to the house, I mean, if not for anything else, to get that guys shirts, cause you look sexy as hell"
cats head pops up as he hangs upside down in the rafters.
"Got that right!"
he hands us the drinks. And rabbit puts his hand up after he takes a big drink.
"Correction young lads, she's beautiful in whatever she wears."
i smile slightly because i know they're telling their truth. rabbit speaks again.
"But Personally, if we're going by sexy, that accent change she has is absolutely stunning"
we all laugh and smile as they agree. i won't lie, my accent does often change. i speak korean, french, spanish, and mandarin as a few. but i also have been around very southern country people, so i also get a twang from them, or, i talk like the people where i am now.
"Well, my looks and voice aside, he honestly kind of scares me... im shorter than John and johns shorter than Sherlock. im only like five three, he's at least six foot."
"Well,"
cat starts.
"We could always kick his ass for you"
they all nod.
"yeah!"
"no, guys it's alright. i'll just stay here"
they nod hesitantly and we all start drinking and everything again.
-Sherlock-POV-
"Sherlock! She was supposed to be here three hours ago! We are going to find her!"
i sigh and stand up.
"She's probably fine you know"
"No Sherlock she's probably not."
i mumble a quick 'whatever' as we walk out, me rushing behind John. John starts thinking with his head in his hands.
"Where could she be where could she be where..?"
he pops up.
"Drug den! Sherlock what's the second closest drug den?!"
"what? Why do you assume I know?!"
"Well don't you?!"
i sigh looking away as i tell the driver.
"0567 maplewood drive."
John sighs.
"Thank you."
the ride is quiet until we get there. i pay the cabbie and we rush out or the car and into the building. John and I spit up and he goes down as I go up.
"Alexander?!"
People look at me as i jog down the halls. i get three floors higher.
"Has anyone seen a girl named Alexander?!"
i go on the describe her. a guy pops up smiling like an idiot.
"You mean alice!"
I look at him confused.
"Alice?"
He nods.
"Alice, she's probably with rabbit and hatter! Cat went out for new supplies!"
"Where is this Alice?"
He looks at me skeptically.
"Why do you wanna know? Who are you?"
"I'm her flatmate"
He shakes his head turning around as he starts walking.
"Rabbit really won't like that, welp come on then, lets meet the queen to be!"
he runs off and I follow him. this is the dumbest thing I've ever heard! It's outrageous! After two more floors, we arrive to see a small pile of people on a floor by themselves. He points at them.
"Alice is there see?"
i see Alexander laying in between two men. I nod.
"Thank you."
I walk over.
"Alexander."
Nothing.
"Alexander!"
She shoots up and the men sit up with her. I see now that she's wearing one of my shirts. that's all... no pants or anything, just my shirt.  I feel upset and pull her up by her arm.
"Damn it sherlock! Leave me alone!"
"What the hell were you thinking?! Dressing like this with a bunch of druggies?!"
The two guys step towards me and pull her back with them protectively.
"Hey, she said leave her be."
The other one looks at me.
"Sir, I do believe this is a fight you won't win."
She steps forward from the guys.
"It's alright, he's ok. I should get going."
she turns towards them and hugs them, kissing their cheeks.
"Tell cat I said bye, I'll see you guys later au revoir~"
she picks up her bag and starts walking out with me behind her. My shirt goes to her mid thigh, but I can see some scars. Not wanting anyone to look at her in this i pull off my coat and put it on her. We get back to the cabbie and John comes out looking worried, as he gets closer that quickly changes to anger.
"What the hell were you thinking alex?!"
His eyes get darker.
"Why are you wearing Sherlock's coat?"
She roles her eyes and closes the jacket. He growls and pulls it open. He gasps.
"Why the bloody hell are you wearing Sherlock's shirt?! And where are you pants?!"
she pulls the coat back on and gets in the car. my coat goes down to her feet. i sigh and get in, John on the other side of her.