221B (Sherlock x Reader)

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I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and headed out to the bedroom to get dressed for bed. I picked out some pyjama shorts and a tank top and quickly got dressed as I let my hair out of the towel. I rubbed my eyes gently as I yawned. I hadn't slept in over 24 hours and I sure was feeling it. I threw my towel in the laundry hamper when I suddenly heard music coming from above me. The sound of the violin was soft and filled the room with its sound. I got into bed, bringing out my laptop and looking on Facebook. I clicked through, reading friends posts before I could feel my eyelids get heavy. I closed the laptop and curled into bed, soon falling fast asleep.

The next morning I woke up and checked my phone on the nightstand.

7:13am.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and got up, making my way to the bathroom.

I stood by the kettle waiting for it to boil as I had a conversation with Mrs. Hudson.

"So how's the school preparation going?" She asked as I poured us both a cup of tea.

"It's been going, you know, a bit stressful but worth it" I said as I smiled and placed her cup down in front of her.

John then came into the kitchen and I smiled, offering him a cup. He politely accepted and I poured a cup for him as well.

"I hope I'm not interrupting" John said as he took a seat at the table with Mrs. Hudson.

"Not at all deary" she said as she took a sip.

"Just talking about work, really" I said as I handed him his cup and sat down with mine.

"Oh yes? What is it you do?" He asked.

"I'm a teacher. I teach primary school" I said as I blew in my hot cup.

"Oh, well I'm sure that's lovely" he said in a half serious, half sarcastic tone.

"You've got that right" I said chuckling.

"What do you do?" I asked as I took a sip.

"I work with Sherlock." He said as he too took a sip.

"They work on crime scenes dear" Mrs. Hudson spoke up. "What does Sherlock call it? Consulting detective?"

"That's right" we heard a voice say, causing us all to slightly jump.

Sherlock stood at the entrance of the kitchen, wearing the same attire as he was yesterday when I first met him.

"What is a consulting detective?" I asked, looking over at John then back to Sherlock.

"I solve the crimes law enforcement can't. Which is most of them" he said, looking at me with a straight face.

"Oh, well you two must be very smart then" I said with a small smile.

I looked over at John and he smiled at me as he took a sip.

"No. Everyone else is just stupid." Sherlock said, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

"Well at least your confident." I said. "Would you like tea?"

Sherlock looked at me with a puzzled look as I waited for him to respond.

"No" was all he said as he walked back into the living room.

"Don't mind him" John said as he finished his cup and got up from the table.

***

I was going over some of my work as I sat at the small desk in the corner of the room. I heard a knock on the door and walked over to it, wondering who it was. I opened the door to see none other than Sherlock on the other side.

"Hello" I said, holding onto the door handle.

He walked in and I stood there just watching him as he looked around the room. I had unpacked most of my suitcase and just had a few bits and bobs lying around. He walked over to my desk and lifted up the papers I was looking at moments before.

"How long have you been teaching?" He asked.

"Sorry?" I asked puzzled.

"You're fairly new." He said as he moved on to the files I also had on the desk. "You just started teaching and by the looks of your handwriting you teach primary school..."

I still stood by the door as I watched him. I was trying to process everything he was saying but he was saying it so quickly it was hard to keep up.

He looked over at me, "how did you know that?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows together.

"Your handwriting, it's fairly neat and clean, you use both upper and lower case letters and don't write in cursive, indicating those who are reading it are most likely young and learning. You yourself are also quite young with the lack of facial lines and glowing complexion." He said.

"You could tell all that-" I asked before he interrupted.

"Yes, it's fairly simple" he said as he walked over to my wardrobe. "Clothing choices are modern yet modest, fashionable yet efficient." He said as he turned around to look at me again.

I just nodded my head as I walked over to the end of the bed and crossed my arms, waiting for him to say something.

After a few moments of silence I spoke up, "that's impressive."

He nodded his head and looked around once again.

"Why are you here?" I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"I wanted to come see my new neighbor, is that a crime?" He said, almost trying to make a joke.

"Uh, no I guess not..." I cleared my throat, thinking of something more to say, "was that you playing violin last night?"

The question caught his attention, "Yes."

"You're very good" I said, looking down at my socked feet before looking back up at him.

He looked at with the same puzzled look as before. I looked back at him, not knowing what to say or do. He then suddenly walked out of the room and shut the door.

What was that?