This is in s1e2 when Sherlock is looking through the books
~Y/N's POV~
Sherlock was in the other room, looking through the books of two dead guys. I hadn't seen him eat in a while so I grabbed a piece of bread and went to see him. "Hey psychopath" I jokingly said to Sherlock.
"I'm not a psychopath, im a high-"
"-functioning sociopath. Do your research" I finished his sentence.
"Yes, that's right" Sherlock responded, slowley.
"Oh, um, eat this" I said, handing him the bread.
"Don't need it" Sherlock calmly said.
"Just take it" I said, a little frustrated.
"I said I don't-"
"-Just take the fucking food, Sherlock Holmes" I yelled at him. Sherlock stared at me, Watson slowly turned to face me.
"Alright" Sherlock said, taking the piece of bread.
"Why DO you care so much about him eating?" Watson asked.
"He is a great mind and he is no dying from starvation" I sneered before looking towards Sherlock. He was still standing there, dumbfounded, before I walked away. I laid down on the sofa, with a smirk on my face.
~Time Skip~
Sherlock moved into bed with me, after I begged him to. I grabbed onto him and stared into his eyes. I saw him exaimining me. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Nothing..." he slowly answered. He still kept examining, a clear sign he was lying. I started drifting off to sleep but before I did I whispered,
"I know your lying".
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