Sherlock x Reader - Burning His Heart (Chapter 4)

CHAPTER 4 - COMPROMISED

The next few days were pretty simple: Lestrade stopped calling to check on you, Sherlock started on this third experiment and John had a new girlfriend. What was more amazing was that Sherlock had even begun reading you to sleep on extreme occasions. Of course, you suspected that it was to prove a point to John but admired his efforts nonetheless.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning but, as usual, you were cooped inside your flat with a grumpy detective while John was out for breakfast with his new lady friend. Lestrade was still hesitant to let you out and about with the killer on the loose, even though it had been over a week with no attempt on your life. You sat on the sofa with your laptop comfortably resting on both knees and Sherlock was seated on his armchair with his legs hanging over the edge and a revolver in his hand. John returned to Baker Street to the sound of familiar gunshots that morning,

“You do realise that you’ll wake the neighbours?” he asked as he opened the door. Sherlock sighed and hit the wall again,

“I’m bored John!” he grumbled. John took off his jacket and looked at you furiously typing away,

“You’re up early today.” He noted with a smile. You looked up briefly at your friend,

“You would be too if a sociopath walked into the living room and tried to blast the wall apart.” You answered. John smiled and turned to Sherlock,

“Any progress on the case?” he wondered. Sherlock fired two more rounds,

“The case has gone cold. Even (y/n) hasn’t been kidnapped, at least that would have been fun to solve.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes from behind the computer screen,

“Your compassion is overwhelming.” You said sarcastically. John took the gun from Sherlock and placed it on the mantelpiece,

“Why don’t you find something else to do?” he suggested. Sherlock pursed his lips as he thought,

“Cluedo?” he wondered. You and John glared at him at the same time,

“No!” you both warned. Sherlock groaned and slumped further into his chair while John left to have his shower. The only noise that was heard, apart from Mrs Hudson’s humming downstairs, was the tapping of the laptop keys. Sherlock looked over to you and saw that you were in deep concentration,

“What are you doing?” he asked with barely any interest. You didn’t look up at him and smiled,

“Nothing you need concern yourself with.” You replied. There was a small chime that came from Sherlock’s pocket; it was a text alert. Sherlock reluctantly pulled the phone out and looked at the message with a deep sigh. It was from Mycroft.

Your blog has been compromised, brother dear. Again.   MH

The message read. Sherlock’s eyes immediately shot up to where you were sitting with a twisted smile on your lips. He stood up and strode towards you (you hadn’t noticed his movement because of your interest in your work). Instantly, he stole the small computer and looked at what you were up to.

‘I love my brother, Mycroft Holmes, with all my consulting detective heart’ – was written all over his ‘Science of Deduction’ webpage. Sherlock frowned and looked at you,

“What’s this?” he asked. You yawned and stretched your arms as you got up,

“I thought it was a big improvement.” You answered with a grin. Sherlock put the laptop down and John returned with a change of clothes,

“Sherlock, did you tell Greg that you were letting go of the kidnapping case?” he wondered as he took a seat in his chair. Sherlock turned away from you and nodded,

“Yes, he didn’t sound too happy.” He replied. Your eyes brightened and you lunged for the phone that was on the sofa pillow. You dialled a number and rushed down the stairs while talking,

“You know exactly what I’m going to say.” You said to the person over the phone. You voice disappeared as the door closed behind you and John looked at Sherlock with a puzzled expression,

“What was that about?” he asked. Sherlock walked over to the windowsill and picked up his violin,

“She’s asking for permission to go out.” he said, “Scotland Yard is most likely to say no though.”