Despite the slightly chilly weather, bright rays of sunshine pierced the clear blue skies over thier heads. The trio was striding casually through Trafalgar Square, the walk being made more pleasant by the nice weather.
In front of them stood the proud beige stones of the National Gallery with its carved pillars, majestic dome and flanqued steps. People were sitting on those steps, chatting and eating, enjoying the sunny day. Pigeons cooed and flew out of the trio's path, gone to look for scraps elsewhere.
"The world's run on codes and ciphers. From the million-pound security system at the bank, to the PIN machine you took exception to, cryptography inhabits our every waking moment." Sherlock stated
"Yes, okay, but ..."
"... but it's all computer-generated: electronic codes, electronic ciphering methods."
"Yes, however this is different, right? It's probably some sort of ancient device. Modern code-breaking methods won't solve it." Y/n asked the detective who nodded in agreement.
"Where exactly are we headed?" John questionned
"I need to ask some advice."
John and Y/n gasped at the same time "What?! Sorry?!"
Sherlock stopped in his tracks to give them dirty looks before starting his dynamic walk back towards the National Gallery.
"You both heard me perfectly. I'm not saying it again."
"You need advice?" Y/n scoffed, unused to the confident, know it all detective to need advice for once. Well, he didn't really ask for advice. He asked for the opinion or 'outside view' as he liked to put it.
"On painting, yes. I need to talk to an expert."
"Mhm..."
Originally, Y/n and John thought they were headed for the National Gallery. However, near the entrance, Sherlock made them take a sharp turn towards the rear of the building. Even though she was confused, Y/n swallowed her original doubts and mindlessly followed Sherlock.
There, behind the usually pristine building, was a young man doing graffiti. It took everything for Y/n to not bound and arrest him for desecrating the building. He was spray-stencilling onto a grey metal exit door the image of a policeman holding a rifle in his hands. However, the policeman had a pig's snout in place of a nose.
"Sherlock." she hissed, nudging him.
"I know Y/n but the case remember?" he whispered back as they continued walking over to the young man, who seemed unbothered in the least.
"Fine but do I get to arrest him later? He cannot do stuff like that!" Y/n continued, outraged and dying to pull out her badge and manacles.
"Y/n..."
She raised an eyebrow and the detective felt like leaning in her favour. Sure, he's never been one to side with the angels but perhaps in this case, he should. She was right, in some way.
With one of his cans, the young man sprayed his tag, "RAZ", below the image before adding the finishing touches on his artwork.
"Part of a new exhibition." He spoke, still spraying the door. Y/n couldn't hold back a large scoff and crossed her arms at the 'artist.' "I call it Urban Bloodlust Frenzy."
"How poetic." Y/n says drily. Sherlock shot her a warning glance since he needed the information. She was dedicated and just, upholding the law but in this case, he needed her to lay it back, until he had the information at least.
YOU ARE READING
SOCIOPATH'S ROMANCE // Sherlock Holmes x Reader
FanfictionY/n Baxter's life has always been full of unexpected and dangerous twists and turns. Her neighbour in 221b won't make that any different. Especially if there are sentiments involved. I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the works of Ar...
