Forensics to Romantics (Magnus Martinsson x Reader)

Chapter Four: Partners?

(Y/N POV)

It had been about a week since the incident with Amy, and I was still a bit on edge because of what could have happened to Magnus. I normally wouldn't let my emotions get the better of me, but something about it had rattled me. I asked Lestrade if I could work lab forensics for a few days, knowing that I wouldn't be able to focus that well in the field. He had agreed and I even got the lab all to myself.

Well had the lab all to myself.

I heard a door open and I didn't turn to see who it was, not really caring. I heard light footsteps walking towards me and I quickly recognize those sound and who it was.

"Hello, Dickson," The deep voice said from behind me. "Find anything interesting?"

"Holmes," I said not looking up from my microscope. "I am just reviewing some of the evidence from a case a few weeks ago."

He hummed in approval but didn't walk away from his spot a few feet behind where I was setting. After a while of feeling the other detective's gaze on me and swiftly turned around to face him.

"Did you want something Holmes?" I asked standing up, but I a few inches under him.

"I just came to check up on you," He said flatly. "I heard about what happened last week and-"

"Oh great!" I said throwing my hands in the air in frustration. "I guess all of London knows about that now!"

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds, just looked at each other.

"I'm sorry," I said finally and sat down in my chair while still facing him. "It's just, I don't know. I normally not like this, but something struck me."

"That is to be expected," He said grabbing a chair and pulling it so he was setting about five feet in front of me. "You and I don't forget things very easily, and while most of the time it works in our favor, sometimes we can remember things we don't want to. That, in turn, can cloud our judgment, that is why we need to be careful."

"John is really starting to rub off on you, isn't he?" I said with a soft chuckle and he smiled at my comment.

"That may be so," Sherlock said. "That happened when you know someone for that long, and live with them for a majority of that time, you pick up on things they do, and then you do them without realizing. But that is not the pion, you are trying to brush off the subject."

"Of course, I am," I said with a sigh. "I almost made the same mistake that I made two years ago, I almost cost someone to lose their life! Why would I want to talk about it, Sherlock?"

"I know you don't," He said looking at me, not with pitty, but a sad understanding. "You know that I know what you have and are going through probably better than anyone else. You know how closed off I was and I can still be, but I also know that talking about it with someone, anyone, will help you."

"Damn you your good sense," I said in a joking tone, knowing that he was right. "But I must say, it's like John Wastin is in the room with me, not the always stock Sherlock Holmes. You are right, and I do hate to admit it."

I took a breath trying to think of what to even say. Why had I gotten so shaken over last week? I knew it had to do with two years ago, but there was something else I couldn't shake. I hadn't spoken to Magnus since the arrest last week, and I didn't know how I felt about that. He probably wouldn't even want to talk to me anyway.

I had almost gotten him killed last week, and even if that hadn't happened, after a few more days he would stop working with me and get assigned his partner, and it would actually be someone you would want to be around.