Sherlock Holmes x Reader|| Outsmarting
“Anderson, don’t talk out loud. You lower the IQ of the whole street when you talk.” A deep voice said as I walked into the crime scene in an abandoned building.
“Excuse me, but could you shut up. We don’t need sarcasm when we’re trying to solve a murder.” I sassed, walking into the room with my heels clicking against the wood floors; crouching down next to what seemed like a murder of Professor Umbridge.
“It’s not that hard really, all you have to do is observe and then you have a case solved.” The curly haired, high cheek boned, deep voiced man said to me, looking over at me from the other side of the dead woman.
“Pink everything, cheating, in the rain, fresh makeup, late 20’s, plenty of money, takes ring off often, and no signs of murder. No signs of heavy mud or dirt and her luggage is missing. The cabbie did it and case solved."I said, knowing I just deduced this woman and narrowed everything down in 7 seconds flat.
They all looked at me dumbfounded as I had a shit eating grin on my face, "What? Have I got something on my face?”
“You just solved this case in 7 seconds when Sherlock does it in 10.” A short, grey haired man said, still looking as if I just killed someone.
“9.5 seconds, and how did you do that?” The curly haired man, Sherlock, said as he still looked at me shockedly.
I shrugged and stood up, brushing off my skirt as I nodded to the 4 men in the room before walking out.
“Oh and Sherlock, I expect a call from you.” I said, winking at him.
“Miss! Wait!” I heard the voice of the shorter man call after me. I stopped, twirling on my heel as I looked at him with a sweet smile.
“What can I do for you…?” I asked.
“John, and would you mind staying for a while? Lestrade would like you to stick around.” John said, smiling at the end.
“Are you sure it isn’t for Sherlock? Because I think he was taking a fancy to me. He did have dilated pupils, increased pulse, and he was getting flustered. So please, inform me, is it for Sherlock?” I said, smirking at the end before walking back up the stairs and back to where Sherlock was still sitting speechless.
“I still haven’t gotten your name!” John yelled up the stairs as I heard his footsteps.
“Y/L/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” I said, squatting next to Sherlock as I looked at him with a slight smirk still plastered on my face. He still was sitting flabbergasted so I did what I thought would surely get his attention, I kissed him. He was still frozen for the first 2 seconds then he started kissing back. Before it could escalate too far John had coughed, signaling for us to save it for later.
“Well I don’t know about you, but I believe Mrs. Y/N has solved the case and you have a cabbie to find.” Sherlock said, grabbing my hand and marching out of the door with me in tow. Once we got to 221B and upstairs lets just say John would have been better off staying somewhere else.