For the last year, you’ve been dating Sherlock Holmes. Yes, the consultant detective and high functioning sociopath, as he says. John is happy for you both, yet he still can’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that Sherlock has a girlfriend. And that goes for everyone else that knows him, yet John can understand it better than the rest. As for Mycroft, he asked you to spy on Sherlock for money, like he has for anyone else that lives in close proximity of his younger brother. You didn’t except, till later into the relationship when Sherlock said that the two of you could have fun with it.
It was snowing outside as you ran from the cab to the door of 221B Baker Street. Upon opening the door Mrs. Hudson greeted you with a smile. Smiling back, you made your way up the stairs to where the boys were.
“Ah, _____ would you be a darling and make sure that Sherlock doesn’t ruin my wall anymore?” Mrs. Hudson asked. Looking back from halfway up the stairs yo