From Enemies to Lovers (SherlockxReader)

Chapter 22: Blog Titles

You left the hospital a few days ago, as the doctor said that you were good to go. The bad thing was that you should not get angry too often and you also got an interdiction to go on cases. You were on medical leave again, since John managed to tell Lestrade about your health condition.

You were in front of 221 B, as John asked you to get some groceries from the store because he had to work late. You opened the door and entered in the staircase hall. The bags were pretty heavy.

"Sherlock, love! Can you come down and help me?" you asked.

The next moment you just saw Sherlock run downstairs and helped you with the bags. He didn't address a word towards you, and it seemed odd to you. You grabbed his arm as he turned to go up.

"What's wrong? You usually don't act like this..." you stated, as you let a small wave of worry slip through your voice.

Sherlock didn't bothered to give you an answer as he hurried up. As he got on top of the stairs he turned his face to you.

"Come. You'll get cold."

"Coming!" you said as you hurried.

"Don't force yourself!" he warned you.

You accepted this behaviour of his, worrying about your health every time, even if it became annoying. You went up and straight to the kitchen to put the groceries away after you hanged your coat and scarf. You started to spend more time in Sherlock's flat than yours, only to make sure that you are not alone anymore. The rest of the day went and the night came. After watching crappy television, you went to bed, Sherlock following you.

The next day you went out of the bedroom to see Sherlock and John in the living room, sitting at the table across from each other. Sherlock was having coffee while analysing some papers and John was typing away on his computer.

"Good morning, boys." you said with a sleepy voice as you made your way to the kitchen.

They replied to your salute and then returned to their things.
"What are you typing?" Sherlock asked John.

"Blog."

"About?"

"Us."

"You mean me and (F/n). Even if she can't go physically on cases she is always on video-call with us." Sherlock stated.

"Why?" John asked.

"Well you're typing a lot." the curly man answered.

You made your way to the table as John gives Sherlock a look of annoyance, but Sherlock is
already throwing aside his papers, giving you a peck on the lips and springing up ready for
action.

"Right then! So what have we got?" he said.

Later, clients were always present in the flat. A shy man was sitting in the client chair, in 221 B.

"My wife seems to be spending a very long time at the office..." the man started to say, but he cut off by Sherlock.

"Boring!"

Another client, a woman was sitting in the chair in front of the armchair.

"I think my husband might be having an affair..." she began to say only to be cut off by both you and Sherlock.

"Yes!"

In the same same chair, a big beefy creepy guy was sitting, talking to both you and Sherlock.

"She's not my real Aunt, she's been replaced, I know she has." he said as holds up an urn. "I know human ash!"

Both you and Sherlock sighed before shouting.