Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 7
Chapter 7: A Day with Johnny
Paranoid. That's how I spent the last few weeks. I didn't know when or if Mr Magpie would make his first move. I've been waiting on his call and I think Sherlock has noticed how jumpy I've become over the time period after the murderer got a taste of his own medicine, he's been keeping an extra close eye on me, so has Mycroft, it's getting annoying. At least Mycroft has decided that it was inconvenient to continuously 'kidnap' me and take me to some abandoned building, now he actually arranges visits. “(First), you okay?” Sherlock spoke up, destroying the silence suddenly causing me to jump. “Clearly not… why did I bother asking?” He asked himself before shaking his head and walking over to me. I was sat in John's chair in my thinking position and Sherlock, before walking over to me, was in his chair watching me. He pushes away the hair covering my eyes and looks at me, those gorgeous eyes full of con
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 6
Chapter 6: The Music Box
After what happened before John walked in to ask if we were hungry, I got my flat ready as fast as I could and moved what was mine from their flat to mine. Moments of weakness, they scare me, they've rarely happened to me before. Usually it's an animal that sparks it, I can't stand an animal to be harmed…
Anyway, that was a few months ago. I've tried my best to stay away from him, but that was seemingly impossible with each new victim. There's a clear pattern now. Each victim has met the previous, usually through some sort of transaction whether it be money or just trading things. So this person clearly stalks their victim… and it's likely the victim knows this and tells someone, who then become the next victim. A gory cycle, to which we have to put an end to.
Mycroft has been a thorn in my side during the months I've avoided Sherlock. Always asking information
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 5
Chapter 5: A New Victim and a New Emotion
You know, most people have a very relaxed day on a Sunday. They usually just sit around and watch reruns all day, well I think that's what a normal person would do anyway. It's what I would do if I was normal. Probably watch Doctor Who or Supernatural until it's Monday and I have to work again… But then again, I'm not normal, and I'm not most people. However, my Sundays don't usually involve me going to a crime scene.
The day started pretty much like normal. I wake up, I walk to the kitchen, say hello to the head in the fridge and get something to eat. Yes, I'm still staying at Sherlock and John's. I'd then quickly grab my clothes for the day and head to the bathroom to get changed before making tea for the boys with some breakfast for them. What was different however was that I didn't get a chance to say hello when Sherlock emerged from his room as it was in a hurry as he ran to g
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 4
Chapter 4: A 'Unique Meeting' with Mr M. Holmes
It took a couple of weeks for me to settle into the time zone difference, moving and buying things in the flat as well as adjusting to my new job. Lucky for me only John and Mrs Hudson helped, Sherlock was too busy in his mind palace. 'A mind palace. He thinks so highly of himself. A mind mansion is more practical, especially with modern times. He must be very creative though… I wonder what it is like in his mind.'
Upon making my way back from the shops, since Sherlock wouldn't do it and John always had arguments with the self checkout machine, I volunteered as tribute to collect the shopping for both flats, well technically just the one flat as there's still a ton to do with mine, like buy a fridge and freezer… John let me share his room with him. I stopped and looked to my left to see the car that had been following me for a while slow down to a stop. The window rolled down a
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 3
Chapter 3: Finding Home
The cab soon came to a stop in Baker Street. The ride was boring as expected but Lestrade was able to hold a somewhat intelligent conversation. 'I will inquire about his first name at a later date.' I think to myself as I climb out of the vehicle. I walk to the boot and collect my various belongings as Lestrade pays the driver. I look towards the door. It was a simple door, painted black a while ago as the paint has aged. The knocker to the side and the address 221B in a golden coloured metal. Before I took a step an elderly woman peaks out from the door then widens it suddenly. “Oh hello there Greg dear! Who's this?” 'Well she's certainly sprightly, lucky for her I have a small self policy of not deducing elderly people unless a case calls for it.'
“Oh this is (First), she's a friend of John's. She's looking to move into 221C.” He replies politely. She nods and looks
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 2
Chapter 2: Recruited by the Yard
Being back in England sure is a weird feeling, its bipolar weather, the freezing rain, the smell of tea and old brick... London in general. I haven't been here since I was a teenager. Had to move away after an incident with a home-made flamethrower... which was not my fault, there was a spider on the table and I hate spiders, so I stole a lighter and an aerosol and burnt the thing! This in turn set the table on fire and the teacher to faint... and then the room caught on fire and lead to the firemen having to put the fire out, but we didn't go to school for a month after they found a large spiders nest in the roof, which they wouldn't of found if the fire had not of started, but to stop any future bullying, I was sent to the US. Lucky no one found out about that incident until a couple of months ago, stupid curious team leader was checking in on my past...
I had just gotten out of my silver Audi when
Defective Deductions (Sherlock x Reader) CH 1
Chapter 1: Prologue
Life is... unpredictable, to say the least. You never expect for things to change, that your routine is thrown out of line just by a simple string of events. You expect things to happen and make them happen to your expectations, or at least try to; it's a basic human way of living, but not as basic as fight or flight, I have a hard time believing that there is anything more basic than that simple set of instincts.
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm (First name) (Last name), I analyse blood for a living! A bit like Dexter but less... murder, well at least from me that is. I currently work in the US but I'm moving to the UK to get back in touch with an old friend of mine, John Watson. I heard from his sister that he runs a very interesting blog, might check that out soon, and that he has a special friend I might meet once I move there. I believe his name is Sherlock Holmes, a 'consulting detective'. Appar