chapter 2: The case begins

(YN) : your name (LN) : last name (HC) : hair colour (EC) : eye colour (PN) : pet name (FP) : favourite pet (RFN) : random female name (RLN) : random last name (FC) : favourite colour

Sherlock's POV

 My eyes wandered around her house, but i always had one eye on her. She motioned for me and John to take a seat which was covered in many pillows and cushions which looked handmade by her or by a distant relative. Her (EC) eyes looked ravishing in this lighting but i had to keep my mind on the case at hand. This girl was distracting me from the case... how? John looked at me curiously and definately wasnt pleased that we travelled from 221b all the way to the other side of London and even though we took a taxi, we still somehow got drenched to the skin. "So Miss (LN), what were your connections with the victim and when did you see her last?" John questioned her since he knew i was thinking and i scolded him when he distracted me from thinking. Just like that stupid Anderson. The young woman twiddled her fingers as she retraced her memories to the last time she was in contact with (RFN) (RLN).

"Well, i spoke to her last about 2 weeks ago and she didnt look like her usual perky self!" She spoke worriedly about her deceased friend.

"I thought that it was maybe something to do with her boyfriend but everytime i asked her about him, she instantly changed the subject." 

Her (HL) (HC) covered most of her face as she drooped her head down, dropping her gaze from ours. "The school day ended and she told me she would lock everything up and told me to leave my spare key to the classroom with her, so i did not knowing that would be the last time i spoke with her." she lifted her head to reveal her (EC) eyes were laced in the tears she held back. She must have truly had a good friendship with her like mine and John's. though John was my only friend i felt something i haven't felt in a long time. not since the day i learned that caring wasn't an advantage. Thanks to dear Mycroft. i felt... Empathy. SNAP OUT OF IT! I'M SHERLOCK HOLMES FOR CHRIST SAKE!

I quickly deduced things in the room to destroy that feeling of empathy i had for this girl. Like how John's jumper had stains on it from when a crabby gentleman, who worked for a lawsuit. Spilled his Starbucks Coffee all over John and quickly mumbled a few curses and then stormed off.

"Did you know that her boyfriend had started becoming abusive and violent towards her?" i asked questionably.

"No i didn't, she never really wanted to talk about him very much and i always wondered if something was up with him but never had the courage to ask." Miss (FN) said shyly. Low in confidence. Yet she's a teacher. Intriguing.

Your POV

The two men in my living-room were sitting on your sofa that was angled straight at your armchair. The dark charcoal haired man supposedly named Sherlock Holmes and his companion John Watson were starting to ask you questions about (RFN) (RLN) and the thought of your friend and colleauge dead brought a watery substance to your (EC) eyes but you kept them back. These people are here to try and find the monster that did this to (RFN) (RLN). They brought up the idea of her boyfriend becoming abusive and asked if you knew of this fact and you plainly replied with a no but then remembered how you always had a suspicious feeling about her and her boyfriend but kept those theories in the back of your mind. "Miss (LN)?" you were brought back from your quick trip down memory lane by the voice of Sherlock Holmes' companion, John Watson.

"Oh sorry, um please call me (FN), only my students call me that!" you said calmly. this awakened a smile within Sherlock's stern face, small dimples shown where the smile/smirk awakened. "Well (FN), if any news arises about your friend then you and her family will be contacted immediately and if you remember anything else about the event then please make your way to our address and we will discuss the things you may have remembered." Sherlock rised from his seat, dusting and pulling up his collar upon his coat and making it almost shape his face completely. And showing off his deep cheekbones. John took this as a sign from Sherlock and stood up from his seat on the sofa.

You arose from your armchair to lead the detectives to the door. John exited first and before Sherlock could leave the frame of my door, he took your hand into his and laid a soft kiss to my knuckles. Your face grew hotter. "Remember (FN), if you remember anything else come to our address and discuss it with us." He gently let go of your hand, you were too frozen in shock to react. The two exited your flat and went to go hail a taxi for themselves. You softly pushed the door to and wandered back to your living-room where (PN) was huddled in the space where the mysterious Sherlock Holmes sat only a few minutes ago. (PN) jumped up and ran up to you with something in its mouth. it looked like...a napkin? You took it from (PN)'s small mouth and examined it. it read...

                                                            Sherlock Holmes

                                        Address: 221b Baker St, Westminister, London

Your heart fluttered at the sight as you sunk into your armchair thinking about the strange and mysterious, Sherlock Holmes...

Sherlocks POV

As the taxi pulled up onto the pavement, i thought about my feeling of empathy i felt back there. did it really happen? did i feel something for  another human being. Me and John exited the taxi and wandered up the stairs towards our flat. The smell of Speedy's cafe could be faintly scented in the air because of Mrs.Hudson opening the windows probably after they left. I sat myself down in my chair and thought deeply about the case. The door to 221B Baker St was closed which meant John was out of the flat for a short period of time. I grabbed my gun and shot at the wall 3 or 4 times and that is when i heard  Mrs.Hudson yelling at me to stop shooting my gun at her walls. My mind was filled with mixed emotions, emotions i thought i never had, thoughts i never knew were possible for me to feel. As i shot my final bullet at the wall, i thought of (FN). I smirked once again.I spoke quietly...

"So, the case begins."

A.N. Hi my little tacos and cupcakes. its been a really long time since i uploaded the first chapter to this Sherlock x Reader so i guess some of you deserved a second chapter. So here it is. I feel as if this is almost filler for when the big moments appear in the future chapters which i am planning at this minute and time. hope you enjoyed it!  ~AgentLlamaSocks341  xxx