BBC Sherlock x Reader - The American - Chapter 4

  Reader POV  

   You look out the window of the cab as it slowly makes its way to St. Bartholomew’s Hospital. You weren’t exactly happy that he had drug you out of the building in your, well his pajamas; especially since it was still slightly raining. You let out a slight yawn as you lean back against the seat and wrapping your coat tightly around you try to get a quick nap in. “Come on _______,” You hear Sherlock say a few minutes later causing you to awaken from your nap and look around to see him holding the door open for you. You let out a yawn again as you quickly climb out of the cab and trudge slowly after him.

    He quickly leads you to the morgue where a girl with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail and deep chocolate eyes. When she sees you her eyes flick back and forth between you and Sherlock as if to deduce whether or not you were important to him. “Hello Sherlock, who’s this?” She says as she follows him toward the freezer. “_______ Watson, Molly Hooper and vice versa.” You raise an eyebrow at the mention of John’s last name as yours but quickly put it off as you reach your hand out to her and say, “It’s nice to meet you Ms. Hooper.” She smiles as she says, “Watson? Oh you’re a relative of John’s?” “Yeah, he’s my uncle.” “Well it’s nice to meet you _______.” You smile as you sense a bit of kinship with this woman. “Ahem!” You hear Sherlock clear his voice and you roll your eyes as you look over to see him standing next to a woman’s dead body waiting patiently for you.

    “________,” he says as he points to the body. You take a deep breath as you walk over and start to deduce everything from the woman’s body before asking to see the other four victims. “So?” He asks when you step back a smile covering your face. “It was the dry cleaner.” Sherlock face becomes interested as he says, “And how did you come to that conclusion?” You smirk as you pull your coat off and tossing on a chair point to the wound on one of the victims throats and say, “The puncture wound here is about two centimeters from a major artery and the other victims have identical wounds all perfectly two centimeters from the artery, which means that the murderer had to be a professional or at least have had special training. Now from what I saw on your wall all the victims only knew one person with enough previous experience to have pulled this off perfectly. Hence I said the Dry Cleaner.” He smirks as he nods slightly and lifting his cell phone up quickly sends a text.

    “Wow, ______ that was amazing!” Molly says as she walks over to you and leans down next to the body to double check your findings. “What was his motive though?” Molly says and you bite your lip as you try to think back to what you had seen on Sherlock’s wall. A few moments pass before it hits you making you smile brightly and say out loud, “Oh that was brilliant,” “Um what was?” You reach over and kiss Molly as you say, “He thought he could get away with it but no he messed up, why did he mess up? Cause he got greedy that’s why,” “Um please,” You glance back to see Molly looking completely flushed and your face turns red as you say, “Oh I’m sorry about that sometimes my mind runs away from me, he murdered these four for money, obviously a man with his talents was hired by someone to do them in; but who that is I haven’t the faintest idea.”

    “I’m impressed,” You hear Sherlock say and you smirk as you say, “What that I’m brilliant, please it was just simple deduction and a beautiful mix of observation. Thank you Molly I hope you see you again, oh and sorry for the kiss I hope I didn’t scare you?” She shakes her head quickly as a smile crosses her lips, “Don’t worry about it, it was nice to meet you ______.” You smile as you say, “Likewise, well I’m heading back.” You say as you grab your coat and quickly head out into the night leaving Sherlock behind standing in the morgue. It had stopped raining by now and the cool London breeze whips around you making you shiver. It had been months since you had been around a dead body and you forgot how much you actually knew about the human physique. Of course it had been part of your job to deduce things for James and ever since leaving him you had tried to push that part of you away but here you were deducing things with none other than the great Sherlock Holmes himself.

    “What am I going to do with you _______,” You say to yourself as you slowly start walking back to Baker Street. After a few hundred feet you become aware of someone following you making you instantly turn to see Sherlock walking toward you. “What are you doing?” You say as you wait for him. “Heading home the same as you,” You roll your eyes as you turn and start to walk alongside him. After a few blocks you start to feel the cold seeping through your coat and pjs and your body starts to shudder. All the sudden you feel Sherlock grab your arm stopping you and when you turn to him he pulls his blue scarf off his neck and wrapping it around your neck starts walking again. You stand there for a moment completely dumbfounded before you start walking again. ‘That was out of character.’ You say to yourself as you walk after him making sure that you stay a few feet behind him.

    All the sudden you get a whiff of what you guessed was Sherlock’s essence and your mind starts to swirl making your heart start to race. You smile as you look up at his back and say, “I have a question, one that I haven’t been able to figure out; well about you anyway.” “What is it?” “Why did you just stand there when I was naked in the bathroom; Or rather why did you open the door in the first place?” He stops walking so abruptly that you end up walking into him. “I didn’t know you were in there.” You sense the lie on his tongue and smile as you say, “Uh huh, then why bring me your own clothes?” “You hadn’t brought any from your flat and yours were clearly soaked.” “I could’ve wrapped a towel around myself and ran downstairs before anyone saw me,” You see a faint flush of pink fill his cheeks and you stifle a giggle as you walk past him and say, “Oh what’s the matter Sherlock, it’s not like you haven’t seen a naked woman’s body before. I read John’s blog.”

    He smirks as he starts to walk again this time walking in step with you. It didn’t take you that much longer to reach the flat. As you walk through the door you turn to him and say, “Um will you tell John that I’m tired and went to bed?” He nods and without another word you bound off down the stairs to your apartment. After you close your door you lock the door and walking into the bedroom throw yourself down on the bed. You smile as roll over and nuzzle the blankets. “John did a good job,” You say as you sit up and pulling your coat off realize that you are still wearing Sherlock’s scarf. You slowly slide it off your neck and smile as you set it down on your pillow before you toss your coat onto the floor and kick your shoes off.

    When you lay back down on the bed you lift his scarf up above your head and smile softly as you run your fingers over its soft blue material. You roll over onto your side and pulling the covers up over your legs snuggles into your pillow where you quickly fall asleep.

Sherlock’s POV

    Sherlock jumps back onto the couch and reaching up quickly places his hands under his chin right as he heard John and ______ come through the door. A few moments later he hears a door close and thinking it was John went to the bathroom and opens the door to see _______ standing there naked before his eyes. He stares for a moment completely dumbfounded before she says, “Um Sherlock could you get out?” He quickly closes the door and stands there for a moment his hand still on the door handle. Her body was slender and she had obviously taken care of herself but he had also seen some scars on her sides and back but what had put them there? The thought alone made him angry although he didn’t know why. Walking to his room he quickly pulls out a shirt and a pair of his pj paints and quickly places them in the bathroom for her before he made his way back over the couch right as John walked through the door.

    “Any luck with the case?” John says as he sets _______’s violin case down on the table top.  “No,” Sherlock says as he takes a deep breath and goes to his mind palace to think. A few minutes later the sound of John’s raised voice makes his yell out, “For god sakes John I’m trying to think here!” He sits up to see her setting across from John obviously he had missed something while he was thinking.    “Uncle John look, everything’s okay now; I left and I made sure he can’t find me. Tomorrow I will get a new phone and then figure out what to do about a job.” “Why didn’t you tell me before?” “I was protecting you, James is one of the most brilliant men I have ever met and he’s also a psychopath. He has no qualms with murdering someone and the last person I wanted him to hurt was you. You are all the family I have left and I will die before I see someone hurt you.” John sighs as he walks over and wraps his arms around her holding her tight to his chest as he says, “I’m sorry, we’ll get through this. He’ll never find you; I won’t let him hurt you again.” “Thank you Uncle John.”

    Sherlock’s brain starts race at the thought of who she was talking about, and the thought that this James character may have been the one that put the scars on her back made his anger rise.  “Are you wearing Sherlock’s PJ’s?” He hears John say and is about to say something when he hears her say, “Um no of course not, these are mine and even if they were his, he’s definitely not getting them back.” Sherlock smirks as he looks over at the wall containing reports and photos for the investigation. _______ walks into the living room and sits down next to him on the couch.

    He lifts an eyebrow as he says, “You do realize there are two other chairs,” “I do I just thought the couch looked more comfy.” His face tries to smirk but he quickly changes the subject as he says, “I see they fit you,” She smiles deviously as she says, “They do actually and they are really soft.” “You’re not keeping them.” “Oh I am, unless you want to tell Uncle John you walked into the bathroom while I was in the shower.” “I will,” “Oh I bet you won’t; I can see it on your face, tea?” She says as she hands him her cup of tea.   Sherlock eyes the cup before taking it from her and setting it down on the coffee table says, “Are you going to hog the biscuits?” She looks down at the biscuits in her hand and says, “You know I am, besides its better for you to think on an empty stomach.”

    This caused a slight smirk to cover his lips and she smiles as she looks over at his wall to see a bunch of papers and pictures tacked to it and instantly become intrigued. Sherlock watches as she stands and walks over to the wall and says, “Is this the case you are working on right now?” He bounds over to stand next to her as he says, “It is, what do you think?” She smiles as she reads through all the evidence quickly and then smiles as she says, “I have a theory,” He looks down at her as he says, “And?” “But I’m not sure I would have to see the bodies,” Sherlock instantly reaches down and grabbing her  hand drags her toward the door as he yells over his shoulder to John, “Back in a few John don’t wait up,” “Wait where are we going?” She says as she tries to keep up with him. “To the morgue,” “Um can I at least change clothes first?” “No time!” “Sherlock, you can’t just take ______.” John says as he reaches the bottom of the staircase. “Can’t I?” Sherlock says as he pulls her out of the front door and into a cab, leaving John standing there dumbfounded.

    Sherlock fiddles with his phone as he keeps a close eye on ______. He could tell that her flight had definitely taken a toll on her making her tired. When she fell asleep he didn’t think to wake her. When they arrived at the hospital he pays the cabbie for the ride then opens the door and looking back at her says, “Come on ______!” She startles at his voice and after a quick stretch climbs out of the cab and follows closely behind him. He quickly leads her to the morgue where Molly was waiting patiently for them. “Hello Sherlock, who’s this?” Molly says as she follows him toward the freezer. “_______ Watson, Molly Hooper and vice versa.” Sherlock says giving her John’s last name out of habit but when he turns to correct himself she was already reaching her hand out to Molly and saying, “It’s nice to meet you Ms. Hooper.” She smiles as she says, “Watson? Oh you’re a relative of John’s?” “Yeah, he’s my uncle.” “Well it’s nice to meet you _______.” “Ahem!” Sherlock clears his throat to get her attention as he stands next to the dead woman’s body.  

    “________,” he says as he points to the body. She takes a deep breath as she walks over and starts to deduce everything from the woman’s body before asking to see the other four victims. “So?” He asks when she steps back a smile covering her face. “It was the dry cleaner.” Sherlock face becomes interested as he says, “And how did you come to that conclusion?” She smirks as she pulls her coat off and tossing it on a chair points to the wound on one of the victims throats and says, “The puncture wound here is about two centimeters from a major artery and the other victims have identical wounds all perfectly two centimeters from the artery, which means that the murderer had to be a professional or at least have had special training. Now from what I saw on your wall all the victims only knew one person with enough previous experience to have pulled this off perfectly. Hence I said the Dry Cleaner.” He smirks as he nods slightly and lifting his cell phone up quickly sends a text to DI Lestrade.

    It was the drycleaner. - SH

    “Wow, ______ that was amazing!” Molly says as she walks over to ______ and leaning down next to the body starts to double check her findings. “What was his motive though?” Molly says and _______ bites her lip as she thinks. Sherlock hides a smirk as he watches very closely to ______’s actions, she was proving to be very helpful maybe having her around wouldn’t be too bad after all.  A few moments pass before she smiles brightly and says out loud, “Oh that was brilliant,” “Um what was?” She reaches over and kisses Molly making Sherlock raise an eyebrow at her in surprise, “He thought he could get away with it but no he messed up, why did he mess up? Cause he got greedy that’s why,” “Um please,” She glances back to see Molly looking completely flushed and her face turns red as she says, “Oh I’m sorry about that sometimes my mind runs away from me, he murdered these four for money, obviously a man with his talents was hired by someone to do them in; but who that is I haven’t the faintest idea.”

    “I’m impressed,” Sherlock says and she smirks as she says, “What that I’m brilliant, please it was just simple deduction and a beautiful mix of observation. Thank you Molly I hope you see you again, oh and sorry for the kiss I hope I didn’t scare you?” She shakes her head quickly as a smile crosses her lips, “Don’t worry about it, it was nice to meet you ______.” ________ smiles as she says, “Likewise, well I’m heading back.” _____ grabs her coat and quickly heads out into the night leaving Sherlock behind standing in the morgue. “She seems lovely Sherlock, John must be so proud.” Molly says as she starts to put the bodies back into the freezer. “I assure you he is, thank you Molly.” Sherlock says as he turns and quickly makes his way out of the Hospital and looks around for _______.

    He spots her a few hundred feet ahead of him so he silently follows her to make sure she doesn’t get mugged. “What are you doing?” She says as she stops and turns to look at him. “Heading home the same as you,” He says as he keeps walking making her fall into step beside him. As they walk through the city he glances over to see her start to shiver and instantly regrets not letting her change before he pulled her out into the cold night. Sherlock grabs her arm making her stop dead in her tracks as he pulls his scarf off his neck and wraps it around her neck before he quickly starts walking again. He smirks to himself as he walks away leaving her standing there confused before she quickly turns and follows after him.

    “I have a question, one that I haven’t been able to figure out; well about you anyway.” ______ says making him raise an eyebrow as he says, “What is it?” “Why did you just stand there when I was naked in the bathroom; Or rather why did you open the door in the first place?” He stops walking so abruptly that she ends up walking into him. “I didn’t know you were in there.” He says clearing his face of any emotion that might give away the wrong intention. “Uh huh, then why bring me your own clothes?” “You hadn’t brought any from your flat and yours were clearly soaked.” “I could’ve wrapped a towel around myself and ran downstairs before anyone saw me,” A light flush of pink fill his cheeks as he remembers her naked body but quickly regains his composer as the thought of the scars comes back into his mind. “Oh what’s the matter Sherlock, it’s not like you haven’t seen a naked woman’s body before. I read John’s blog.”

    He smirks as he starts to walk again this time walking in step with her. It didn’t take you that much longer to reach the flat. As the two of you walk through the door she turns to him and says, “Um will you tell John that I’m tired and went to bed?” He nods and without another word she bounds off down the stairs to her flat. Sherlock quickly pulls his coat off and after draping on the hook bounds up the stairs and into his flat where he sees John sitting at the table reading a newspaper. “Where’s _______?” John says as he looks up to see that she isn’t with him. “She’s downstairs, obviously exhausted from jet lag.” John nods as he folds the newspaper and setting it on the table looks up into his friends eyes and says, “Sherlock how much of my conversation with ________ did you hear?” Sherlock sighs as he starts pulling the paperwork and pictures down from his wall, “I was working on the case so naturally I hadn’t heard anything.” “Did you figure it out?” John says as he notices Sherlock tossing the documents into the trash. “Yes, as I always do.” “Good, um back to what I was saying about ______; what do you think I should do?” Sherlock rolls his eyes as he walks over to the couch and plopping down on it says, “Tell me everything, leave out no details.”

    Sherlock ponders every possible thought as to who this James character could be as John explains his conversation with ______. “I think you should let it go, if ______ wanted to go after him I have no doubt she would.” “I can’t just let it go!” John yells out a little louder than he had meant to. “Sorry, I just don’t-” “Why not get her name changed? She already relocated to London and obviously he has no knowledge of her relationship with you, why not change her last name from _______ to Watson?” “That’s actually a good idea; I’ll run it by her tomorrow. Thanks Sherlock,” “That’s what I’m here for, Oh and John could you find me another case?” John sighs as he says, “Sure,” Sherlock stares up at the ceiling as he makes a mental note to find out more about this James.