Sherlock x reader The Consulting "queen" Detective

A Game of Deductions

Morning?

My eyes fluttered open, the rare sight of sunlight close to blinding me, the room was filled with the smell of tobacco ash and that stupid clue cologne.

Sherlock's room...

A smirk made its way onto my lips as i sat up, that man was so easily deducible it was hilarious...

Wait....

"Sherlock's room?! What the bloody ell' am i doing in his room?!" My mind began to race as i searched around the room for that prick. Of course to my luck, he wasn't their, or at least in his room. I trudged out to the kitchen, nope, the living area? Nope. He left me at his flat by my self, not even explaining anyth---

My attention fell to a note on his cluttered desk, clearly written today and addressed to me...
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(Y/N),
This is very important, im going out... I need you to get milk...its important trust me.

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I gave a shout of frustration as i threw something at the smiley face on the wall "Sherlock dear? Are you alright?" "Its not Sherlock, Mrs.Hudson!" "Oh (Y/N)!! How have you been!" I heard Mrs.Hudson's footsteps up the stairs "Swell... You know... Just planning to murder Sherlock Bloody Holmes!" "Oh dear, my i forgot! Sherlock told me that if I were to see you today that you need to look for his book, now i dont know what that means but he seemed serious about it." I grabbed Mrs.Hudson's shoulders and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Thank you! I really needed that!" I began to aggressively search Sherly Temple's book self until i found what i was looking for...

'The Complete Sherlock Holmes' of course Sherlock would be so narcissistic as to pick a book so close to him it was frightening. Mycroft's and Sherlock's parents must be huge fans of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, though i highly doubt that he was talking about the Sherlock I know... It is coincidental that he knows someone named John Watson, who married a Mary, along with knowing a James Moriarty... Hmmm...

I was snapped out of my thought with a signature of... Benedict Cumberbatch?? Ive heard that name before...

Oh! Bendy-dick Cum-on-my-baps guy! I remember when i got to meet him with Mother and William. He was a very handsome and nice man, he even kinda looks like Sherly.

Enough with getting off track...

"Ah ha! 23rd Main St. Flat 3!" I grabbed one of sherlock's many scarfs and ran out the door making sure to cover my face against both the cold breeze and paparazzi... Somehow they knew i was the queen's daughter... And no way in ell' im letting rumors start that im 'Sherlock's Royal Shagging Buddy' no way!

I ran as fast i could to the flat, the door unlocked and that stupid clue cologne once again filling up my nose, Sherlock must be in here. I walked in calling for Sherlock only for my voice to be stopped.

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By... Lips?! Cupid bow lips! The smell of tobacco of the culprit. Dark curly hair, gloved hands, fair skin... This was Sherlock?!

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"Let's play A Game of Deductions... (Y/N)