Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 22 - Kidnapped!! ... But Not Really

A/n: I apologise in advance for possible grammar or spelling mistakes. It's late and I'm tired so there will be many typos. I hope you'll enjoy...

Ever since that moment, the tension in our favourite flat in Baker Street became unbearable. So evident that Greg left the detective and his doctor alone with his (now former)best friend as soon as he convinced himself (Y/n) wasn't about to kill them. Our dearest landlady, Mrs Hudson, who watched as they brought her favourite tenant back home cuffed, refused to be in the same room with either of the trio, even for a moment. She didn't even offer them tea as she would have in different circumstances.

As I've said, tension could be cut with a knife, and the atmosphere in the room was worse than one at a funeral. Now, everybody hated staying at once joyful flat, and everyone who was forced to stay there, felt dreadfully uneasy.

Well, except two people.

Sherlock Holmes, well known sociopath, was not affected by the occurred events at all, and was, evidently, immune to the omnipresent awkwardness.

And (Y/n)? Oh, she enjoyed every second of the evening! The terrified looks they were giving her while she was telling them her plan. If only she had had a camera! Oh, she would have cherished those photographs forever! Really, she found those expressions priceless. It satisfied her - knowing she was the reason her boys were so helpless.

Yes, that's exactly how that looked on the outside. On the inside though... well, that's a completely different story. The burden was almost unbearable. She felt divided. Devastated. Worn out. Putting a mask over and over again was not an easy task, and for a tired soul, it is too much.Broken was probably the best word to describe her at the moment. Unfortunately, when people break, they rarely try to fix themselves, but rather make even more damage. But no one cares. No one notices. And that's sad. At this point, (Y/n) just wanted it all to end, one way or another.

Speaking of Sherlock... well, he was always hard to read, but one thing was certain - he cared more than he was willing to show. He knows what's it like to have a mask and he has to keep it on.

But that's not what matters right now. Right now, we should be focusing on the case.

It was morning after Sherlock and John brought (Y/n) back to Baker Street. It was quite early, half past six in the morning, but it's not like any of them actually slept. Sherlock was used to it, but it was obvious that John struggled to keep his eyes open and sitting in his comfortable chair was not helping at all. He was just few seconds away from falling asleep, when Sherlock spoke, catching his attention.

"What do you think?"

"Mmm? About what?" John mumbled tiredly. 

"About the case. (Y/n). What do you think?" Sherlock repeated.

That name was all it took to fully awake him. "I don't know, Sherlock. I still can't believe she's a part of this... and enjoys it..." He finished with a quiet sigh. When he heard no reply from Sherlock, John looked up and saw his best friend looking at (or rather through) him.

"What about you?" John stared back.

as expected, there was no reply. Sherlock just kept staring.

"Sherlock?" Nothing.

"Sherlock!" Still nothing.

"SHERLOCK!" This made him blink and actually pay attention.