The Exception (sherlock x reader)

Chapter 11: The Woman

After Sherlock "called" the police by firing off one of the guns outside you and John went to investigate upstairs. You located the window which the Americans had used to enter the house.

"This is how they must've gotten in," John informed Sherlock as he entered the room with The Woman.

"Obviously," Sherlock commented and went to look around the room.

"There's a back door, you two might want to check it," the Woman told you and John as she entered the room. John agreed and walked back down stairs but you didn't. She gave you a look as if wondering why you didn't listen to her.

"I'm sure, John, can handle the back door," you replied indicating that you didn't trust her to leave her and Sherlock alone.

"(Y/n), I'm sure John wouldn't mind some extra help," Sherlock told you. Clearly wanting you to leave the room. You felt like your insides were burning as you turned on your heel and left the room, all the while muttering insults and profanity to the Woman.

It didn't take long of course to make sure the back door was secure, and you were back upstairs in the room in a minute. When you walked in the room Sherlock was on the floor flopping like a fish out of water, and the Woman was making her way over to the window.

"Sherlock!" You rushed over to him placed a hand behind his head to keep it from hitting the wooden floor. ""Hey, Sherlock look at me, ok, calm down." You kept telling him to relax to stop trying to get up but he wouldn't listen, and you weren't sure he could hear you. With one hand on his chest you were able to restrain him rather well. Even though he was stronger than you at this moment he couldn't even properly move his arms let alone fight against you.

"Don't worry he'll be fine. I've used that on loads of my friends. Just make sure he doesn't choke on his own vomit it makes for a very unattractive corpse. I guess I was wrong he knew exactly where to look."

"What? What do you mean?" John asked.

"The password," she replied as she sat in the open window sill of the bathroom," was my measurements." With that she fell backwards out of the window holding onto a rope to make her escape.

Getting Sherlock back to 221b was a difficult task and a hard thing to explain to a cab driver. You told the cabbie that he was going through a rough patch in his marriage and was using alcohol to help ease his troubles and that was why he was completely stoned at 11 in the morning. He didn't fully recuperate from whatever the Women gave him until the next day.

The three of you were seated in the living room, and Sherlock decided he wished to discuss the events that took place at the Woman's.

"Well, it was definitely on the interesting side of things," John said, and he was most definitely right about that.

"Yes, it was. The most interesting part was how I couldn't... Deduce her." This came to a shock to both you and John.

"Wait, you couldn't deduce, Irene, like you can't deduce (y/n)?"

"I couldn't deduce Irene, but right now, and while at her house I'm able to clearly deduce, (y/n)."

"What?" You asked finally saying something after being mute for the whole conversation.

"Yes, I can clearly deduce you considering your emotions are getting in the way of the "wall" you've created," Sherlock stated.

"Emotions? What emotions?"

"Your feelings about The Women, as you like to refer to her. Never once have you used her real name only her stage name clearly showing you don't like her. You also were rather cold towards her only making me more sure you don't like her, but why would you hate someone that deeply after only just meeting them? It's possible you were jealous of her appearance we all got a good look at her, and can all say she is not unattractive in any physical means, but you seem to have no  signs of lower self esteem, or confidence so that's out of the question. Jealousy is still the driving force behind your hatred toward her, and it was established before she drugged me, so the only reason it really seems to be is that you were jealous of how... Close she was to me. She was to close to me for even my liking, but this angered you to see her and me like that, and when we were upstairs you didn't even want to leave us alone, of course partially because you didn't trust her, but you don't like her because she was close to me, but ep why didn't you like that?" Before Sherlock could get another embarrising word out you stood and grabbed your coat off the back of the coach and stormed to the door.

"(Y/n)-"

"I'm going out to get milk." You interrupted John as you quickly left the apartment slamming the door behind you. You leaned your back against the wall at the top of the stairs and closed your eyes. You gulped down breaths trying to ease the tightness in your chest that had grown with each of Sherlocks words. He was right though and you knew that. You didn't like her being close to him like that, you didn't like when she insisted on being alone with him, you didn't like it when she drugged him, and you didn't like the way she looked at him. You didn't like her. You felt strange, not sad nor happy. You weren't sure how you felt. You opened your eyes and stood up straight. You wanted to get the knowledge that Sherlock now knew more about how you were feeling than you and bury in a dark place in the back of your mind for now, because you weren't going to dwell on this, not now, you were going to go get milk.