Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Bait

"Wait. What?" John exclaimed in surprise.

"I said, Mike Stamford." Sherlock said again.

"Who's that?" Tom asked, looking at me with a face of confusion.

I shrugged my shoulders at him.

"Friend of our's." John said.

"The criminal is at his house." Sherlock said.

"How are you so sure?" Tom asked.

"Mike passes that storage building on his way to work, he's told me about it many times, very annoying, but helpful in knowing this route. Also his keys and phone were left behind, which I didn't bother to pick up, best leave those to the police, indicating something bad happened to him. Most likely caused by our serial killer, because Mike goes to work at around this time, so my theory is that he is currently being held hostge in his own home. Shall I explain to you in further depth of how I knew it was his phone and keys?" Sherlock said quickly.

"Uhm, no." John interrupted.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"You're showing off again...Sherlock...give him a break!" John whispered loudly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

After walking for at least 10 minutes, we reached an apartment complex.

Sherlock had explained my role in being "bait" , and we were all ready to catch this criminal, who was at Mike Stamford's.

I was supposed to barge in and try to make a deal with them, that I was of course not going to keep, because I was going to be a distraction so that Sherlock, Tom and John could surround the building with the police squad that would be here soon. Mycroft had supplied us.

It was quite easy actually,

Pursuading Mycroft.

He's into dietary supplements.

Lestrade arrived with the police squad and Sherlock gave me the signal to go and do my thing.

I walked in and glanced at everyone who was inside.

The room wasn't very large, everyone seemed to be sat at a table.

Mike was tied up, in the corner of the room, out cold.

A man, whom was sat at the far center end of the table looked at me and smirked, while the others stared blankly at the table.

All of them missing pinkies, even himself.

"Evening, dear. I see you've come to play?" He said, standing up.

His accent was fresh, icelandic, and his eyes glittered a dark blue.

"I've come to create a deal." I said, keeping my eyes open for any tricks he pulls.

"What kind of deal?" He said, sounding bored.

"A pinky swear." I smiled.

Haha...get it? Cause he's got no pinkies...haha....sorry.

He laughed, but not a laugh of pleasure, no.

This was a laugh of defeat.

I whistled loudly and the squad burst in, arresting the men.

"You will rue this day..." He said, smiling at me, as the police took took him out of the room, along with his subordinates.

Sherlock, John and Tom ran in and gathered around me and helped untie Mike.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Sherlock asked quickly,  placing his hands on my shoulders and reading me.

"I'm fine." I smiled.

Sherlock sighed in relief, causing Tom, John, and I to giggle.

"Finally this bloody case is over..." John laughed in relief, as Tom placed a hand on his back.

We got driven back to 221b in one of Lestrade's police cars.

When we arrived there was a crowd of girls waiting to get Tom's autograph, but some of them also wanted Sherlock's, John's,  and believe it or not, mine too.

Sherlock signed his signature carefully, each stroke of ink being precise and neat, compared to John and my own.

I just put a star by my name, and John just did the usual cursive.

Tom's was fancy and had an extra note next to his name.

After that we all sat on the floor of 221b near the kitchen,  playing a game of cluedo, which was not a very good idea, according to John.

He was right.

Everything about the evening was awful, except the tea Sherlock made.

I love his tea, it's always made so perfectly.

"Well...I should get going then." Tom said, as we all stood up from the ground.

"Yea, me too...it's getting late, Mary will worry." John smiled innocently.

"Thanks for coming over." I smiled at them both.

"It was an honor meeting you, Sherlock Holmes." Tom said, extending a hand out for Sherlock to shake.

"And I, you. Loki Laufeyson."  Sherlock shook his hand.

"Please, call me Tom." Tom chuckled.

"Well, see you later, hm?" John smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder and smiling warmly, before leaving.

"Tell your mum I said hi." Tom said, whilst kissing me on the cheek, before leaving.

"Okay, bye." I waved.

After they left, I stared at Sherlock, who was sat in his seat, pondering.

"You okay, curly fries?" I said, walking over behind him and ruffling his hair.

"I'm good. Just wondering what's going to happen next." He said.

"It doesn't matter." I smiled, as I stopped ruffling his hair.

"What do you mean?" He asked, confused.

"As long as we're together, nothing matters...at least...not to me." I said, walking over and sitting on the seat in front of him.

He stared at me, and smiled.

I smiled back.

"You are indeed, a very interesting woman." He said.

"Thank you." I replied.

We stared at each other in silence for a few more minutes until I broke it by walking over to the window.

Looking out it, I could see a dark starless sky, as rain poured down the streets, and a client approaching.

I felt hands around my waist, and a firm chin on my shoulder.

"Client?" Sherlock asked.

"Yea..." I yawned out.

"You go to bed, I'll take care of him." He said, kissing my cheek lightly.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yea, I'll be up in a bit." He said, letting go of me so I could leave.

"Okay...goodnight." I smiled tiredly, as I waved and made my way to the bedroom.