Sherlock Imagines

Blinding Love (Part 2)-Sherlock

After Sherlock and John had left you, your best friend came up from behind you. She poked you in the side and you jumped in fear, shrieking as you did so.

"Don't do that!" You said.

"Hey, it's fun." She defended herself. "So where were you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"You were supposed to meet me at the coffee shop, like we always do." She said.

"Oh, right. I'm sorry. I just-well I almost got hit by a car and-"

"You what?!" Your best friend interrupted you.

"Well it's not like I could see it!" You responded.

There was silence from your friend and you imagined she was rolling her eyes.

"It's not like I did get hit though!" You said. "Somebody pushed me out of the way." You said the last part with a slight smile.

Your friend chuckled, "Who was it?" She asked.

"There were two of them. One of them was Sherlock Holmes and the other was John Watson." You said.

"What?! You were saved by Sherlock Holmes and John Watson?!" She asked.

"Yeah. Why?" You asked, completely confused.

"Oh my goodness! Sherlock Holmes is so dreamy!" She said, starting to fangirl over him.

"Have you ever met him in person?" You asked.

"No. But I see him in some of the papers and I read John's blog." She explained.

"Ah, I understand." You said.

"Come on. Let's go get our coffee." She said.

You smiled and walked along with her.

"Wow, your day has been very packed so far." Your friend said.

You laughed, "Yes it has." You said.

But you had no idea of what would come.

***

The next day you waited at your house for your friend to come pick you up. You'd been up for at least an hour and been ready for half that time. You called her a couple times but she never answered. You sighed and decided to just leave. You went to the coffee shop but she never met you there either. You thought that you might check up on her. You knew the way to her house so you walked all the way there. You knocked on the door a couple times but received no answer. After a few more tries, you tried the door knob. You pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Hello?"  You called as you walked in.

You called her name every so often. As you walked further into the house you managed to trip over something. It wasn't uncommon since, well you know but your friend would never leave something right in the middle of the floor. You sat up and felt what you'd tripped over. There was fabric and something else. It took a minute to figure out what else you were touching and when you knew you gasped. You let your hands fly along the body that was lying here until your found the persons face. You ran your fingers along the face until there was a slight bump and something slimy coated the very tip of your finger. Your eyes widened and you gasped suddenly feeling sick to your stomach. You stood to your feet and backed away from the dead body.

"Oh no.  No, no, no."  You said over and over again.

After collecting yourself, you found your friends phone and called the police. You explained the situation and they immediately set out. You hung up the phone and just stood there. It wasn't long before you heard the sirens approaching and you hadn't even realized the tears that had cascaded down your cheeks. You heard voices from outside and some officers made their way inside.

"Hello?"  Someone called.

"Yes, I'm in here!"  You shouted from your spot.

You heard footsteps approaching and then they stopped.

"Where's the body?"  The man asked.

"Follow me."  You said.

You retraced your steps from when you had come into the house and soon your foot hit the body again but of course, you managed to trip again. You shrieked slightly but this time you never hit the ground. Someone had caught you. After you were standing again, the person that caught you recognized you.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice asked.

"Mr. Holmes?" You asked.

"Please, call me Sherlock." He said.

"If you insist." You said smiling.

There was then a silence and you cleared your throat. You pointed down at the ground and turned to the other man who was still behind you.

"Here's the body." You said.

"Yeah, okay. Sherlock go ahead." The man said.

There was silence and you were imagining Sherlock smiling. He started describing the body and you already knew that it was indeed your friend.

"The girl is in her late twenties. She recently got divorced. She currently has a job-"

"Working at a coffee shop. She had a dog but after the divorce the husband took the dog. Blah blah blah. Etcetera etcetera etcetera." You said.

"How did you know all that?" Sherlock asked, obviously baffled.

"This is my friend lying dead here!" You said.

"Oh. Oh!" Sherlock said understanding.

There were some more footsteps and the sound of someone panting.

"Sorry I'm late. I had to find someone to watch Rosie." John said.

He then noticed you as you turned to smile at him.

"Y/n?" He asked.

"Yes. Hello John." You greeted him.

"Hi. What're you doing here?" John asked.

You sighed, annoyed that you had to explain this again.

"I found my friend here dead." You said short and simple.

"Ah, okay." John said. "What have we got so far?"

"Nothing that I don't know already." You stated.

You heard Sherlock chuckle and John probably had a confused look. He shrugged and sighed.

"Well let's get to it." John said.

You smiled, "The game is on!"