Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Rising Sun

Jim stared at me after I had taken my seat in the car.

"That good for nothing bastard...how could he forget you?" He said.

I kept quiet.

He pulled me into his arms and sighed.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you..." He said.

"It's okay. It was in the past..." I said.

When we arrived at Jim's "hideout", he took my hand and lead me in.

It wasn't as warm as Sherlock's though.

His house was huge.

When did he get so rich?

"Wow..." I exclaimed in surprise.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"Its nice...where did you get the money for all this?" I asked, glancing around.

"I have my ways." He said, squeezing my hand.

I didnt like it.

It didn't feel as warm and comfy as Sherlock's.

My facial expression was blank, and plain.

"What's wrong Y/N?" Jim asked, sounding only a tiny bit annoyed.

"Nothing. I'm fine." I smiled.

There was an awkward silence.

"You can stay for the night. I've prepared a room for you upstairs." He smiled, fakely.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." I said.

One of the men lead me to a huge room up the elevator.

It had a king-sized bed and a flat screen television as well as sofas in front of it.

Everything was nice and the room had everything, except a bathroom.

Maybe it was out in the hall?

I sat on the bed and stared blankly spacing out and thinking about Sherlock.

Why did he not remember anything about me?

I decided to clear my mind by exploring the room a bit more.

I opened the wardrobe to find about thirty different dresses and shoes that were my size.

I found it a bit odd...it was as if he was expecting me to come here.

There was a table that had expensive jewelry and other accessories.

I was in my casual black t-shirt and blue jeans.

I had been in these clothes for a while so I change into a white long sleeved dress and white flats.

I exited the room, and walked out into the corridor, looking for the bathroom so I would know where to go when I had to pee.

As I was walking I bumped into a man in Westwood.

Jim.

"J-Jim hi. Sorry about that." I said as he held into my elbows and stared at me.

"You look beautiful." He sighed softly.

"Thank you." I said, my cheeks flushing pink.

He kept quiet and continued to hold my elbows, gazing at me.

I looked down and tried to avoid it, for it was piercing through me.

"Did you need something?" He asked, finally letting go.