221B (Sherlock x Reader)

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"(Y/L) (Y/L/N)?" I heard a woman's voice ask me as I stood in the hallway.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I need you to come with me. You'll need to bring your stuff." She said bluntly.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, feeling very confused.

A phone began to ring and she pulled one out of her pocket and handed it to me. I took it hesitantly and answered it.

"Ms (y/l/n)" a deep voice said on the other end of the phone.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"Look to your right." The voice said again.

I looked and their was large man blocking the exit.

"Look to your left."

I looked and there another man stood.

"Go with them, Ms. (y/l/n)." The voice demanded. "I would make some sort of threat, but I think your situation is quite clear to you."

I could feel my heart stop as she took the phone back. I had no idea what was happening. I had no idea if i was about to be kidnapped, or if I would come out of this alive.

We got into a large, black car and I held my bag tightly to me as we drove. The woman was seated beside me on her phone and the two large men were seated upfront, one of them driving.

"Any point in asking where I'm going?" I asked, feeling tears come to my eyes.

"No." Was all she said.

After a while we pulled into some sort of storage facility. The car came to a stop and a man stood by himself, illuminated by the headlights. One of the large men got out of the car and opened my door for me to get out. He took my bag from me, placing it back on the seat and closed the door behind me before getting back into his seat. Tears still threatened to fall down my cheeks as I carefully and slowly walked closer to the man.

"Have a seat, (y/l)" he said, pointing to a single chair in front of him.

I grabbed onto the sleeves of my sweater nervously as I stayed standing.

"What's all this?" I croaked out.

"I thought you would have figured it out by now." He said, almost amused. "You are one for puzzles aren't you?"

I furrowed my eyes brows at him.

"I thought that was more than enough time for the one I sent you."

I looked around, "you sent me the file?"

"Clever." He grinned.

"Why?"

"I needed to speak to you." He answered.
"- and when one is avoiding the attention of Sherlock Holmes, one learns to be discreet, hence this place."

I stood there, not saying anything, trying to figure out what was going on.

"What is your connection to Sherlock Holmes?" He asked.

"He's one of my new flat mates." I replied after a moment.

He hummed.

"Who are you?" I finally asked.

"An interested party" he answered.

"Interested in what?"

"Sherlock."

"Why?"

"Do you plan to continue your association with Sherlock Holmes?" He asked, putting the tip of the umbrella on the ground, leaning on it.

"I don't think that's any of your business." I said back.

"It could be" he retorted. "I'd be happy to pay you a meaningful sum of money to ease your way."

"In exchange for?" I questioned.

"Information. Just tell me what he's up to."

"Why?"

"I worry about him.... but I would prefer that my concerns go unmentioned. We have what you might call a... difficult relationship."

I stood there, starring at him for a moment.
"No."

"I haven't mentioned a figure." 

"You don't have to."

"You're very loyal, very quickly."

"I'm just not interested." I said.

We stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Grief is a terrible thing, Ms. (y/l/n)..." he started. "A part of grief is attachment and you've attached yourself to Sherlock Holmes of all people..."

"Who's says I'm attached to him?"

"You have a cut on your left thumb that you keep picking. Those who know you thinks it a bad habit but really it's been a coping mechanism, it appears to be healing, meaning you haven't touched it in about a months time..."

"How do you know that?"

He just starred at me and we heard the car door open. The woman then came out and I turned to her, "it's time to take you home" she said to me, "address?"

"221B Baker Street." I said as I walked away, turning back to look at the man one last time before getting into the car.