Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock x reader

It was freezing in your flat. The heater had turned off during the night, and a window was open. You crawled out of bed, wanting nothing other than to go back to sleep. But Lestrade had called you in early, saying that he needed you. So you reluctantly got ready.

About an hour later, you were at the morgue, examining the victim. As you talked to Lestrade, you didn't noticed two people enter the morgue.

"He died of asphyxiation, from a person, most likely a male by the size of the bruise, who was shorter than him, based on the angle. They must've been strong, though, as he was lifted into that dumpster. It must've been someone he knew, as there were no signs of a break in at his home. So you need to find a short, strong male with a connection to the victim."

As you were saying this, Lestrade was looking at the men who had came in.

"I told you she/he was good."

You turned and saw the men, and you went to introduce yourself.

"I'm y/n y/l/n, I work at Scotland Yard."

The one man introduced himself as John Watson, and the other hadn't said anything, his eyes scanning over you. He didn't say anything until John had nudged his side.

"Oh. I'm Sherlock Holmes."

The rest of the day, you were on his mind as he tried to figure out who you were.