Sherlock x Reader Never Hurt You (SEQUEl)

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I lay on my back awake, I couldn't sleep after that counsellor guy  up. Sherlock was still sleeping next to me, his messy curls tangled in front of his face. I smiled to myself and watched him sleep, it may sound a bit creepy but what else could I do with this insomnia. I reached my hand out and ruffled his hair softly. He groaned and wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a smooched cuddle. I struggled against his grasp but ultimately failed in the end. I chuckled and closed my eyes, letting the cuddle happen. He murmured and kissed the top of my head.
"You awake?" I muttered.
"Hrmmurpshi" He replied.
"Yeah no.." I smiled and stayed where I was. A knock sounded on the door. I lifted my head a bit and looked at it. "What." I snapped.
"Sorry miss, I was just checking to see if you're okay." My counsellor called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah I'm fine. Go away." I glared at the door and curled back up next to Sherlock.
"Who's that?" He groaned.
"Sorry, that's my counsellor..." I whispered.
"Oh..." He knew my resentment towards the counsellor. I leaned forward and kissed him before sitting up.
"No... Lay back down.. You're keeping me warm.." Sherlock growled and reached for me. He pulled me down and snuggled me again.
"I need to go to work.." I muttered.
"Call in sick.." He kissed my arm.
"I can't call in sick." I blinked at him.
"Please...? I don't feel good." He lied. I laughed and rolled over to look at him.
"Fine, if I call in sick what will we do today?" I stared at him warmly.
"Lay in bed all day and cuddle? Be romantic?" Sherlock suggested, I chuckled and kissed his nose.
"That sounds nice.." I whispered. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand but quickly pulled the sheet up realizing I didn't have a top, I had a sports bra on instead. I called Lestrade and sniffed when he answered.
"Lestrade.. I can't come in today *cough*. I'm feeling really sick.. *COUGH*." I said in a raspy voice.
"Oh wow, not like you to get sick Y/N, okay I'll let Charles know." Lestrade answered before hanging up. Sherlock leaned over and kissed me, my eyes turned to him. He hugged me to him and kissed deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.
"You look so beautiful." He whispered and rolled back to my side, I blushed and smiled at him.
"You are the most handsome guy I've ever met.." I smiled at him.
-TimeSkip to an hour later-
I heard the door to the flat open. I was laying in bed in one of Sherlock's shirts.
"Hello?" John called. I stood up and walked out into the kitchen.
"Hey John.." I yawned and looked at him.
"Where's Sherlock?" He asked.
"In our room, he fell asleep again." I stretched and put a kettle on.
"Okay, are you two going steady?" John sat at the table.
"What do you mean by that?" I turned to him.
"I mean, like no fighting, just being in love.." John explained.
"Oh, yeah we're going steady then! We haven't fought much at all since we officially got together." I put an English muffin on a plate and sat across from him.
"That's good! So do you think you two will get married?" John asked, I inhaled my piece of English muffin and started choking. "Oh Jesus are you alright!?" John cried jumping up. I dislodged the muffin from my throat and swallowed.
"M-married?" I stammered, looking at him.
"Yeah? I mean you two are in love, you have pretty much been dating for two years, it's bound to happen!" John pointed out.
"You really think Sherlock wants to get married?" I stared questionably at John.
"If it's to you, then yes!" He nodded. I noticed my counsellor typing out of the corner of my eye, gritting my teeth I turned to look at him.
"What are you typing?" I asked, trying to hide my irritated tone.
"Just a report.." He replied anxiously. I growled and turned back to John.
"Do you know if he actually wants to marry me..?" I asked.
"I can talk to him about it." John smiled.
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that!" I smiled back and poured us both some tea. I heard a load groan, and a stumble. I glanced at Sherlock who was draped in a white sheet. He sat down at the table as well.
"Want some tea, Sherly?" I smirked at the look of death he gave me for calling him Sherly.
"Yes (L/F/N/N) (least favourite nick name)." He smiled evilly.
"Oh you-" I growled and poured his tea slowly.
"Oh yes, my brother will be stopping by later." Sherlock told me.
"Oh what a joy.." I groaned and seated myself again.
"Thank you Y/N..." I heard Mycroft at the door. I lifted my head to look at him.
"Welcome Mike." I grinned seeing the look of hatred on his face.
"Brother dearest, how are you?" Mycroft walked across the room.
"I'm quite fine Mycroft." Sherlock replied shortly.
"That's splendid. I see your little friend has moved in.. Permanently?" He glared at me.
"Yes I have." I took a bite of my English muffin.
"I would have preferred if you and John would have gotten together but fine.. I'll settle for the officer." Mycroft sighed.
"You don't have an opinion on who I love Mycroft." Sherlock snapped.
"Don't I?"
"No you don't." He stares coldly at Mycroft.
"I see." Mycroft peered around the room. Sherlock reached for my hand and stood.
"I promise you I will not leave her side, because I have chosen her." Sherlock retorted waiting for his brother's response, but all Mycroft did was nod.
"Fine.." Mycroft sighed.
"Wait.. Really?" I blinked at him.
"Yes. As long as you aren't annoying me all the time." Mycroft nodded.
"Deal." I smiled slightly.
"Now brother, can we discuss our case?" Mycroft asked stepping aside.
"Yes, right." Sherlock joined him as they conversed by the couch.
"Why aren't you at work?" John asked me.
"I called in sick.." I gave him a "I'm innocent" look.
"You bloody liar." He laughed. "You just wanted to stay home and make out with Sherlock all day." John smirked. I blushed and glared at him.
"John!!" I cried covering my red face.
"Well it's true!" John exclaimed, laughing.
"Maybe.." I murmured, chuckling.
"Do you want to marry Sherlock?" John said suddenly.
"What?" I looked at him, bewildered.
"I forgot to ask if you wanted to marry Sherlock.." He responded.
"Oh! Well of course!" I giggled. "I love him." I turned to face John.
"I know you do, I'll talk to Sherlock about it, put a good word in for you." John winked. I laughed a bit and nodded.
"Thanks John!" I smiled as he went to join the boys. I sat down and looked at my counsellor.
"Miss.(L/N), I'm just going into my office to hand in this report, I will be back in a little while!" Rory informed me.
"Okay. Hurry back!" I called sarcastically as he went out the door. I got a text from Kira.

Dinner tomorrow night? - K
I immediately responded.

Wouldn't miss it for the world! -(Y/N)

Haha see you tomorrow! - K

I smiled and closed my phone and looked at the boys. A normal slice of life, but something felt wrong, something felt bad. I stood and looked out the window to see a guy with a camera just walking away, a feeling of uneasiness spread through me.
That camera looked like it was pointed right at the flat.
"Sherlock, someone was just taking pictures of our flat.." I spoke up after a few seconds.
"What?" Sherlock turned to me.
"I saw a guy taking pictures.." I gazed warily into Sherlock's eyes.
"It's okay Y/N.. I'm sure it's nothing." I could see the jolt of anxiety in his eyes.
Please just let things stay normal...
I noticed Sherlock was still wearing a sheet so I grabbed him a shirt, and some pants.
"Put those on Sherly.." I threw them onto his head.
"No, I don't want to get dressed." He threw them back like a toddler.
"Trust me this isn't the first time this has happened." John whispered to me. I blinked and grabbed Sherlocks arm and dragged him into his room, I threw his clothes in and blocked  the door.
"Come out when your dressed!" I shouted before shutting it and standing guard. He grunted and started getting changed. I looked at John who was chuckling.
"Well, what are you doing today?" I asked John trying to make chat.
"Me and Mary are going for dinner at the place where I tried to propose to her.." John smiled.
"Oh how nice! Have fun!" I smiled back.
"But first me and Sherlock are going on a case check in." He sighed as Sherlock stepped out.
"You two be safe." I looked at both of them. John laughed and walked out the door. Sherlock threw his trench coat on and turned to me.
"Don't live the flat." He looked me directly in the eyes.
"W-what?" I stared back at him.
"Trust me. Just don't." Sherlock ordered.
"Sherlock what's going on?" I demanded.
"Mycroft make sure she doesn't leave the flat." Sherlock looked at Mycroft, who nodded solemnly. Sherlock walked out the door.
"Sherlock!" I yelled running after him, Mycroft grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside.
"I have agents outside this door making sure you can't go out. Don't even try." Mycroft growled and strode  back to the couch. Anxiety churned in my stomach, something was very wrong. My counsellor entered the flat, he sat down at his computer and started typing again.
"Mycroft what is going on!?" I snapped glaring daggers at him.
"It's none of your business, so listen to me, my brother, and everyone who is telling you this!" Mycroft shouted. I bit back a retort. I stormed back to my room and sat in bed. I glanced at the window, I slunk over to it and pulled it open slowly. I lifted myself onto the stairs on the outside. I began to climb down the steps when a bullet entered the wall in front of me.
"Back inside!" An agent barked aiming at my leg. I ran back up the steps and into the flat. I shut the window quickly and sat on the floor, shaking. My phone went off.
Do you trust me? -SH

Yes, despite the fact that one of your brother's friends just shot at me.. -Y/N

Then please listen to me, don't leave, it's important that you do just that.. -SH
I hesitated and sighed.

Okay.. -Y/N

To be continued....

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