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

Nor Are You A Sociopath

"Very, very close -but no. You got carried away," Sherlock said. Irene's mouth fell to a sulk as he walked over to her. I turned to face the three in my chair. "The game was too elaborate, you were enjoying yourself too much."

"There's no such thing as too much," Irene replied calmly. 

"Enjoying the thrill of the chase is fine. Craving the distraction of the game -I sympathize entirely- but sentiment?"

My words are caught in my throat. Why did Sherlock say it like that? Is he just throwing his past experiences away with me? Entirely? And doing the same with Irene?

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side." 

The apathy has finally set in and now a ball and chain are tied to my ankle. I'm just waiting to sink to the bottom of the ocean; an infinite abyss.

"Sentiment? What are you talking about?" Irene raised a single brow amusingly. 

"You."

"Oh, dear god," Irene realized, looking Sherlock up and down. "Look at the poor man," she remarked, "You don't actually think I was interested in you? Why? because you're the great Sherlock Holmes? The clever detective in the funny hat?"

"No." Sherlock put his hand around her wrist, pressing himself against her. 

And here is where the sinking begins. 

He moved to Irene's ear, whispering, "because I took your pulse: elevated. Your pupils dilated." He pulled away, taking Irene's phone off the table behind her. "Jane Watson believes love is a mystery to me, no matter how affectionate I am towards her, but as I have attempted to tell her multiple times, the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructible," he said, eyeing me. "Yet I always manage to find myself in that state," he added quietly as he ducked his head. 

Irene took a few steps forward like a lost puppy before Sherlock turned back to her. "When we first met, you told me that a disguise is always a self-portrait -how true of you. The combination to your safe; your measurements -but this . . . " He tossed the phone up, catching it. " . . . This is far more intimate. This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head." 

He typed in the first letter to the password while keeping his eyes on hers. Slow panic started to grow inside of her. I stood up, only a few steps behind the two just to see what he pressed.

I AM S _ _ _ LOCKED

"You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you've worked for."

I AM S H _ _ LOCKED

"but you just couldn't resist it, could you?" He flashed a smile at Irene as her breathing became heavy as her panic grew. "before having the acquaintance of Jane, I've always believed that love is a dangerous disadvantage." 

I AM S H E _ LOCKED

"Thank you for the final proof." 

Irene placed her hand on Sherlock's forearm, trying to stop him from completing the password. "Everything I said . . . it's not real. I was just playing the game." 

"I know," acknowledged Sherlock.

I AM S H E R LOCKED