BakerSt_Holmes
● A Sherlock Holmes x Reader One-Shot Collection ●
You were at work when Detective Inspector Lestrade appeared in the doorway.
That alone was worrying.
The fact that Sherlock Holmes was standing beside him, coat collar up, cheekbones sharp, expression violently innocent, was worse.
Lestrade looked exhausted.
Sherlock looked offended.
You looked at them both over the top of your coffee.
"No."
Lestrade lifted one hand and pointed at Sherlock with the weary authority of a man who had seen too much before lunch.
"I believe this belongs to you."
Sherlock's head snapped round. "I am not an umbrella."
"No," Lestrade said. "Umbrellas are useful and don't usually break into crime scenes through skylights."
You slowly put your coffee down.
"Sherl."
"It was unlocked."
Lestrade stared at him.
"It was emotionally unlocked," Sherlock amended.
You blinked once. Twice.
"Did you get bored while I was at work?"
Sherlock's mouth twitched, almost too quick to catch.
"Obviously."
And that was the problem, really.
Other people had pets. Plants. Reasonable best friends who texted before committing minor acts of investigative terrorism.
You had Sherlock Holmes.
And apparently, according to Scotland Yard, he required supervision.
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