The Game is on - BBC Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Chapter 6 - Decisions

DISCLAIMER: I do not own and have not created the following characters mentioned within this writing (apart from David)

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"So all in all he's like, the biggest criminal there is.."

"Precisely, were you not listening earlier?"

"I was but how come I've never heard or seen him on the news. I mean usually there is stuff showing off the crimal's skills, at least that's what I thought"

Sherlock groaned pinching the bridge of his nose before mumbling out to the ground "That is because he's clever. (y/n). Listen to my words, the man is a lunatic, a psychopath, a killer. A cunning killer who doesn't like to get his hands dirty which explains the part to him not being on the news"

"I thought you were the psychopath?"

"I'm a high functioning sociopath, there's a difference (y/n)."

"Not in my books there isn't"

Sherlock released a frustrated growl before pacing back and forth, an action which always made you feel anxious "(Y/N)! we don't have time to bicker like children, I need you to promise me that you won't go out with Jim. Give me your word that you won't see him, so I know that you're safe"

'Damn that was deep' Why did he care about my well being anyways? Since when did he even have 'feelings' Perhaps he's tired or something. You peered with a squinted gaze at the detective, observing his usual sharp and defined features. Eyes, still dazzling. Brows, frowning. Complexion, pale as a whiteboard. Cheeks, still beautifully sculpted. Lips... oh my. You stopped yourself from venturing any further around him as this man hosted too many features which could easily be passed as eye candy. You were staring at him most definitely, but you really didn't care, continuing to lean towards his heavy gaze you yearned to become lost in his eyes, those fascinatingly perfect set of eyes which always succeeded in making you writhe under their stare.

The showing of them seemed to end too soon however. Sherlock gradually closed his lids before releasing a discontent sigh "(y/n), promise me that you will not meet with Jim."

Something inside you collapsed, be it a wall or door, all you knew was that it had been obliterated. The sheer emotion which linked with this mans words was enough to make even the stoniest gargoyle turn on the waterworks. How does he do that? Where did he even learn to do that, did he take acting as a child or was he just very 'expressive'? Argh so many questions not enough answers. 'Oh yes he asked me a question..' You blinked away the slight glazing from your look before answering in a questioning tone.

"I promise?"

'Wait I wasn't going to take orders from my neighbour, sure he's ludicrously handsome in every way (as well as smart) but that wasn't going to stop me from doing what I wanted. He doesn't know me well enough for that. Well, on a social level rather than back-story considering the guy knew pretty much almost every fact about my life on the day we met.'

Before you could continue your inner debate you felt a warm hand upon your shoulder, jerking you slightly.

"Thank you (y/n)." The sudden gesture ultimately confused you beyond belief. This was the first time he had actually touched you from the act of niceness. Heh, niceness since when did I use the word 'niceness'? You stared dumbfounded at the pale hand covering up most of your shoulder, like it was something from a different planet all together.

Sherlock cleared his throat before hastily snatching his hand away almost as if he feared you might bite it off. He furrowed his brows before muttering quietly "Uhm, I think I'm going to take a quick stroll. Alone"