The Lying Detective (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

Chapter 2: Not a Trick, It's A Plan

PRESENT DAY

After explaining to John on what happened while all of you went back inside, John stares at you and Mrs Hudoson as his therapist goes to her laptop. "Did you call the police?" He asked. "Of course I didn't call the police; I'm not a civilian!" Your aunt said as you roll your eyes.

"Culverton Smith?" His therapist asked you.

"Yeah." You replied.

"This, I think, is relevant from this morning." She said and she shows you three the blog about how Sherlock has accused Culverton as a serial killer.

"Christ, Sherlock on Twitter. He really has lost it." John mutters.

Anger flared inside of you as you glare over at John. "Don't you dare make jokes, don't you dare!" You growled as your aunt said. "We were terrified!" John was taken aback by your sudden anger, usually you were very calm but now you seemed to get angry very easily now.

"You need to see him, John. You need to help him!" Your aunt said.

"No." John said, flatly.

"He needs you! (Y/N) needs you! She needs your help!" Mrs Hudson begs.

"Somebody else! Not me, not now." John said as he turns away from the two of you.

That really angered you as you march over to John and got into his face and said, in a threatening tone. "Now, you just listen to me for once in your stupid life! I know Mary's dead and I know your heart is broken, but if Sherlock Holmes dies too, who will you have then?!"

John stares at you as you pause then shouted. "Because I tell you something, John Hamish Watson, you will NOT have us!" And you stormed out of the room and out towards the front door.

"(Y/N)!" Mrs Hudson cried out as she follows you outside.

John looks over to the doorway and sees Mary standing there. She nods as if signaling him to follow the two of you, he sighs and does as she asked.

You walked out on the lawn as the anger suddenly turned into fear and sadness and tears start falling out your eyes. You walk up to the car and folded your arms over on the roof of the car and begin to cry. You aunt comes up beside you and rubs your back, comforting you, as John walk up to you two.

"Have you spoken to Mycroft? Molly? Anyone?" He asked.

"They don't matter, you do." You said.

Your aunt turns to John and said. "Would you just see him? Please, John? Or just take a look at him as a doctor! I know you'd change your mind if you did."

John looks between Mrs Hudson's pleading face to your shaking, crying form then said. "Yeah, look, okay, maybe. If I get a chance."

You unfold your arms and turn around to face him as your aunt a asked. "You promise?"

"I'll try if I'm in the area." John replied.

"Promise us?" You asked, shakily.

"I promise." John said.

"Thank you." You and your aunt said and the both of you walk over to the trunk of the car.

John looks at you two in confusion when your aunt opens the trunk to reveal Sherlock Holmes lying inside of the trunk, looking up at the two women fearfully, shaking and handcuffed.
"Well? On you go: examine him." Mrs Hudson said with a smile.

"You two are out of control! I asked for a cup of tea!" Sherlock said as all four of you walk back into the house and he grabs a vase of flowers, from a near by table, and removes the flowers. "How did you two get him in the boot?" John asked.