The Science of Sentiment (Sherlock x reader)✅

221B Baker Street

Y/n's POV

I walked out of Downing Street for the fifth time this week. I can't believe he is making me work with 'partners'. A shiver of disgust goes down my spine as I continued to walk the main road to catch a taxi. I stared straight ahead and noticed a women throwing male clothes out the window of the fourth floor.

I though to myself 'Well I guess she found out about the affair, finally. Its been going on for two months'

I got to the main street and held up to fingers to hail a taxi. Instantly a cabbie pulled over and I got into the back seat and said "221B Baker street"

I sat back while the cabbie turned around and started driving in the direction of the 'famous consulting detective' I looked down at my black converse and black skinny jeans (Or whatever you want I just chose this) and then to my lap where the most important information in the entire world sat. I gripped onto it tighter as a precaution, while more as security. If I lost this information the whole world would go through hell. I looked up and out the window to see we've arrived.

The cabbie turns around and says "That'd be £20" I handed him a £20 note and get out of the taxi. I walk to the black door and use the knocker , as the doorbell was ripped out of the wall. The tenant doesn't like to be disturbed obviously. An old lady answers the door.

"Oh, Hello dear are you here to see Sherlock." She asked very sweetly.

"Unfortunately, Hold on. Used to be an exotic dancer, bad hip from abuse. Most likely a husband. A deceased husband to be exact, and your late husband used to be a drug dealer, explaining the abuse, but there is one other thing. Hmm, you have a date tonight! Oh have fun, even though he has a wife. May I come in?"

"And I thought for once we may actually have some normal company. Come in. He's upstairs"

"Thank you Ms..."I stopped unsure of what to call her.

"Mrs. Hudson, landlady"

"Thank you Mrs. Hudson. I shall be attending to Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson now. Excuse me" I went upstairs to a room labeled 221B and knocked on the door until I heard a faint "Come in"

I open the door to a large open area covered in dust and papers. There is a couch as soon as I walk in and a desk off to the side pushed against the wall next to a window. I turn to my left a little bit and see two chairs facing each other and a fireplace with a mantel above. Plus there are two bookshelves to the sides of the fireplace. I turn left again to see a kitchen covered in lab equipment and a hallway leading to what I suppose are other rooms and a bathroom.

I see that there are two men sitting in the two chairs that are facing each other. The one on the left has blonde sandy hair and a matching jumper. The man on the right is wearing black suit pants and a white shirt, his hair is black and has curls.

I step forward and open my mouth to speak when the black haired one interrupts me.

"No" I assume he is Mr. Holmes as Dr. Watson is supposed to be the nice one.

"Sherlock listen and shut up." The sandy haired one said "Sherlock, I don't care what you have deduced, listen to her"

"Fine" They both turn to face me.

I open my mouth and say "Hello Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson. I have a proposition for you both and I am not going to lie, it will be dangerous"

Mr. Holmes looked over at Dr. Watson and said "Now do you see why I said 'No'"

"That still doesn't mean you can be rude."

"Excuse me" I spoke up. "You honestly don't have to do it I was forced here for this case because they said I need partners. Which I don't even need they just though I was getting too cold. So if you both just say 'No' that'd be great and I'll be on my way"