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

Mary Poppins

"So if the driver of the train was on it, then the passenger did get off," Sherlock concluded. 

"There's nowhere he could go," Howard pointed out. "It's a straight run on the District Line between the two stations; there's no side tunnels, no maintenance tunnels- nothing on any map. Nothing. The train never stops, and the man vanishes. Good, innit?!"

"I know that face." 

"What?" I asked, looking over to Sherlock. He had his eyes closed and his head was turning in every angle, busy in his mind palace. 

~

With Sherlock still in his mind palace, he didn't realize that he was already at the stairs of the flat. I looked up at him from the bottom of the stairs. I hesitantly walked up to him, putting a hand gently on his. His eyes snapped open, speaking rapidly, "The journey between those stations usually takes five minutes. That journey took ten minutes- ten minutes to get from Westminster to St. James' Park." He looked down at me. "I'm going to need maps- lots of maps, older maps, all the maps."

"Rest assured, I'll get them all for you," I said dryly as Sherlock walked past me down the stairs.

"Fancy some chips?"

"What?"

"I know a fantastic fish shop just off the Marylebone Road. The owner always gives me extra portions," he answered, grabbing my hand lacing his fingers in between mine.

"What, you got him off from a murder charge?" I joked.

"No- I helped him put up some shelves," he answered, not picking up my joke. 

"Sherlock?" I said, stopping in my tracks, which made Sherlock stop too. He turned to look at me.

"Yes?"

"I have missed this," I admitted quietly, smiling a little.

"Chips? There's a small shop just around the corner of the flat-"

"No, I mean the cases. With you," I pointed out. "I still felt a rush whenever I worked with Lestrade, but nothing could compare to solving cases with you."

At my statement, Sherlock smiled a little. "Moriarty slipped up, not knowing that I would come back. He thought that he had finally beaten me and tore us apart all at once, but he didn't."

"I guess not," I said in a whisper before Sherlock leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips.

I giggled a little before quickly remembering something I forgot to tell Sherlock.

"Oh, I promised that Mary would stop by the flat, so if you see a chipper blondie at the door, that'll be her," I reminded him. "I have to go pick up something from the pharmacy, so don't get any fries without me, okay?" 

Sherlock walked out of the flat and gave me a wink before turning the corner and I felt my cheeks flush. I walked out after him, going in the opposite direction and turning the corner. A man walked past me and roughly bumped my shoulder. "Manners would be nice, sir," I called out, picking up my pace in frustration. I felt someone grab my wrist from behind me and something sharp pinch the right side of my neck. Everything faded out.

~

Surrounded by foliage and wood, I narrowed my eyes at my surroundings. I must've been laying down, but I couldn't feel any consciousness in my arms or legs. That couldn't be good. From the cracks exposing the sky and outside, it seemed like nighttime, and a full moon was out. I opened my mouth to cry out but no sound came out. It was hard for me to move. Wherever I was, I could hear the sound of youthful -children's- voices from outside of where I was, but only be a distance. Where the hell was I? I managed a little groan, getting my voice back.