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Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 10 Sherlock was on the verge of identifying the shooter. He knew for a fact it wasn't Moriarty, but someone he had hired. All he needed was a name and hacking into the police records gave him just that. Of course, he could ask Lestrade who would let him look into the records, but that would require that he change into some real clothes.
"Dmitri Braginski*," Sherlock reported, pulling the army doctor out of his book. John raised his eyebrows as he set the book down, "What?"
"The shooter. Dmitri Braginski was the shooter," he clarified as he ran to his room to get out of the inside out t-shirt and robe he wore. When he came back, he donned a tight, white shirt and black pants, but his hair was still messy. John was a little lost. Sherlock pulled on his coat and scarf and left the apartment swiftly. John quickly followed, although he was unsure where he was going.
He soon found himself tailing Sherlock down a hall in the hospital where y
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 13 "I went to meet Mr. Braginski," Sherlock explained, casually leaning back in the armchair. Of course, Sherlock would do something like that, you thought. Watson was the first to speak (more like yell) after that, and he wasn't going to stop for a while.
Sherlock stared absentmindedly at his skull, paying very little attention to the man lecturing him about his ignorance. Watson went on, angry that his friend had been so stupid as to confront a trained assassin, but also just worried for him.
You had gone about the apartment building, hoping Mrs. Hudson had a first aid kit for Sherlock's injury. Once you had found it and assured Mrs. Hudson that everything was fine and under control, you ventured back to your own place. Watson didn't seem to notice that you had entered the room, but stopped his ranting when you had coughed to get his attention. "John, don't you have a date?"
"No, it's not until--"
"I'm sure you can be early,"
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 15 When you and Sherlock arrived at the address that John had given you, John was waiting impatiently outside of the police tape with his arms crossed. The tape covered a small area in the front of a little shop, but the crime had apparently happened inside as most of the people were walking in and out of the shop. Sherlock found it rather odd that this was quite near Mr. Braginski's apartment, and that in the course of following him, he often passed this shop. An ambulance and numerous police men dotted the area while the forensics team was mostly gathered in the center or inside the building. In the back of the ambulance sat a trembling woman, around seventy and likely the owner of the store, who was trying her best to tell an officer what she saw.
On the inside of the building, as the three ventured to the back which seemed to hold a storage room, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing was out of place, every shelf and rack was filled with trinket
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 14 "I followed Mr. Braginski to his apartment. He saw me and attacked. I got away, but not without this," Sherlock pulled an expensive looking phone out of his back pocket and set it carefully on the table next to him. "This will be of use to me." You took the phone and examined it, twirling it around in your fingers. "This is his? It's locked. Did you try getting into it?" you questioned, giving him the phone.
"At a certain number of tries, it will notify Moriarty. I have yet to figure out the number and password."
"He wouldn't make it obvious, and probably not personal," after thinking for a few moments, you smiled, hearing the click in your head. "Try 1058, Sherlock."
"Why?" You sighed and grasped the phone from his hands, careful not to drop it. You entered the numbers. A small noise, similar to when you unlock a door, was emitted from the phone and you jumped happily. "See? 1058." He gave you an interested and confused look, waiting for you to explain.
"At 10:58 a
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 4 After the short investigation, Sherlock had returned to the apartment with you and John following him. He had, of course, made you take another cab with the doctor. As Sherlock walked into the room, he shrugged his coat and scarf off and threw them in the direction of the couch. John advanced into the kitchen and prepared three cups of tea.
Sherlock paced back and forth and conversed with his skull. The scene quite amused you and you sat comfortably on the couch and watched. John soon came in with two cups and handed one to you and Sherlock then went back to get his. When he came back he sat on the couch next to you.
John started a conversation with you, asking about how you noticed the footprints. "I don't know, I just saw them. Honestly, I was a bit scared to say anything," you admitted. Sherlock was pacing faster and his voice was getting louder.
"Sherlock, maybe you need to calm down."
"____, I don't need to calm down," he spoke fast, "I need
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 11 After a few days of being back in the apartment, everything went back to normal. John went on dates with Mary and Sherlock stayed home awake for days. You went back to lounging around and cooking and cleaning for the men even though you couldn't use your other arm. You started taking regular, over the counter pain medication for your arm.
Sherlock went on trips to the police station, sometimes with John, sometimes alone. He searched for any clues leading to Moriarty before doing anything else about your shooter. Inside, though, Sherlock wanted so badly to do something about him, but that would alarm Moriarty.
"Sherlock, what do you want for dinner?" You asked. It had been around a week and a half since you were released from the hospital. He didn't respond, so you decided for him. "Chinese it is," you said and picked up the phone to dial the number written down on a notepad next to it.
You ended the call and smiled at Sherlock bef
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 9 Sadly, the kiss ended quickly. Sherlock examined your face carefully, and of course noticed your slight disappointment. He stood back and gathered his thoughts. "You need to rest," he said. You were still in shock from what happened and almost didn't register what he said.
"You need to tell me why you did that," you finally responded and suddenly felt a little more confident. For the first time in a long time, Sherlock didn't have a proper answer. Thankfully, his phone rang and he was quick to answer.
"What?" He asked, and his expression changed as soon as he heard the voice on the other end. You couldn't hear, but whoever he was you knew Sherlock clearly didn't like him.
"You like my little surprise for (y/n)? Oh, I definitely have more planned for her," the man said. Sherlock's eyes widened, but anything he thought of saying disappeared. "You're not getting anywhere near her," he responded harshly. The man chuckled before speakin
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 2 "A brain?" John asked, holding the jar up to his eyes. He examined it closely, twisting the jar to see every angle. You leaned in on the other side, seeing John's distorted face through the corners. "It's unique." You were proud of your gift idea; you knew Sherlock would like it.
He gave it to you carefully and you set it on a table. "Thanks, Molly. Here." You took a stack of money tied with a rubber band out of your pocket and laid it on the table, then after giving Molly a tight hug and a "Thank you," you took the jar and skipped away. John jogged after you.
"____, I got a text from Sherlock. He's at the apartment." He shoved his phone into his pocket. "Shoot. He'll know what I've got even if I hid it." You thought about your options. "Why don't you distract him, like bring him outside or something, while I sneak in."
"What am I supposed to say?" He asked as the both of you got in a cab. "
Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 7 You hated hospitals with a passion. Not the blood or the needles particularly, just the hospital in general. When you woke up, you would have been panicking, but you noticed Sherlock was in the room with you.
He was sitting in one of the two small chairs in the corner nearest to your bed. His head was down resting on his hands, one of which was bandaged, and his hair was a mess. "Hey," you said weakly and waved the arm that wasn't shot. He looked up, trying his best to be better than his normal self.
"Merry Christmas," he said over the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Everything about him said he hadn't slept in days. "It's Christmas?" You asked. Normally, someone would be out for more than a day after being shot. He nodded and you replied with, "Oh. Merry Christmas. Are you okay?"
"Fine, but you're the one in the hospital bed."
"No shit, Sherlock." You giggled, making your shoulder hurt even more, but it was worth it. "I'm gl
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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