BBC's Sherlock Preferences And Imagines

6 | They Get Jealous

Sherlock -

"Sherlock!" Mrs Hudson called from downstairs. "You've a client!"

You heard the sound of the stairs creaking, then the door opened. You came out of the kitchen, John close behind you. Sherlock sat in his chair as always, eyes staring intently on the man that had just walked in. John sat down in his chair, you made your way to the desk beside Sherlock's chair.

You looked up at the man, who had a strange, deep scar on right cheek. You looked away when you realized you had been staring at it for a while.

You cleared your throat, pointing to the chair in front of you. "You can sit there."

The man looked at you, and for a second you were shocked by how strikingly blue his eyes were. They were the lightest blue you'd ever seen anyone's eyes, to the point you weren't sure if they were colored contacts or not. He winked, then quickly reached for the chair you pointed at. He dragged the chair to the center of the room, turning it to look at the three of you.

"Alright, what's your problem? I've already gotten bored with you." Sherlock said.

The man smilies. He begins explaining his case, and it's confusing. It's a good one, and one you're almost certain Sherlock would take interest in. The man finishes out his story, then cast a glance at you. He gives you a flirtatious look that you ignore.

"Nope," Sherlock says, quickly. He stands up and directs the man to the door. "Not interested."

John and you exchange a confused look, both knowing that it was case Sherlock should be interested in. Sherlock closes the door behind the man, and sits back down with a sigh.

"What was that about?" John said after a moment of silence.

"What was what about?" Sherlock asked, as if acting completely clueless.

"That was a bloody good case!" John said, almost scolding Sherlock.

"It was average." Sherlock shrugged.

"You've taken on simpler." John said.

"I didn't like that guy."

"Why not?"

"He seemed like a prick."

John didn't say anything for a moment, he just looked on in thought. "The only thing he did that made him rude was the fact that he winked at (Y/N)." Sherlock didn't say anything. "You're jealous."

"No, I just don't like people winking at my girlfriend. Is that now a crime?"

You giggled, sipping at your tea. "You're jealous."

Sherlock looked offended. "Am not!"

You walked past him into the kitchen, ruffling up his hair as you walked by. "Don't worry. It's cute."

John -

You opened the fridge, only to find a bag of what looked like a tongue. You screamed, slamming the door shut. "Sherlock!" You yelled, ready to scold him about leaving things like that in the refrigerator.

"Yes?" He said, appearing in the kitchen a moment later.

You opened the refrigerator and pointed to the bag of tongues. "What do you think I'm about to say?"

"Relax," He said. "They aren't human this time."

"They are still tongues and I'd rather not have them where I keep the clean, sanitary food!"