I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 1More Like This
It has been four weeks since John had been able to look at a newspaper or turn on the television.
He only answered his own mobile if it was Lestrade or the office(Mycroft soon gave up on trying to
As well as, had yet to disconnect the home phone, and usually let the phone ring out the answering machine.
His answering machine rang out, as he sipped a cup of cold tea.
Hey, it's Viv from work! Wondering if you wanted to catch a bite later? Call me!
Her tone was inked with cheerfulness, possibly attempting to shake a little John's way. Lord knows he could use it. She was a new assistant at the clinic he was working at, quite pretty, but also quite taken with the Sherlock Holmes suicide.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 36John literally jumped out of his chair when he heard you open the door downstairs, meeting you halfway up the stairs as he struggled to yank his jacket on, “Thank god you’re home. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”More Like This
“I was busy. I turned it off after the fifth text,” you replied, stopping your ascent of the stairs to talk to him.
He let out an exasperated sigh, “I need to go… somewhere that’s not here. Anywhere. I’ll be back later.”
You just waved a hand and continued up the stairs, “Go. I’ve got it.”
“Thanks Squeak.” He called up the stairs and then bolted out of the flat.
You took a deep breath before swishing into the flat to sit on the coffee table, “Alright Sherlock. I’m home. What do you need?”
“Who said I needed anything?” he grumbled from his place facing the back of the couch in what looked to be only a sheet, which was tightly wound around him like a c
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 13You stood in the kitchen of your flat, staring at the mug again. With some difficulty you had convinced John to let you go so you could change out of your party outfit and now you were trying to decide if you felt well enough to eat something.More Like This
Or you had been until you saw the mug on the counter where you’d left it.
You had on a comfortable pair of jeans and one of John’s hand-me-down jumpers from a while back, leaning against the wall opposite the counter as you tried to think for a minute. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you’d finally told John but it had dredged up old memories not to mention you were still angry at Sherlock over the whole mug thing.
You sunk down to the floor tucking your arms between your chest and your bent knees so you could cover your face with your hands and let out a long heavy sigh, turning your thoughts back to the food vs. no food debate. You sat there for a bit before there was a knock on your door and, not wanting to ge