~ Falling Away With You ~ Sherlock - w/ reader insert

“GOOD DAY, SER”

“GOOD DAY.”

And with that, Sherlock stormed out of the room; the tail of his trench coat following swiftly behind him and with a slam of the door he paced down the flight of stairs. Apart from solving crimes for the Police, he had also been working alongside the Court Of Westminster’s Justification System; bringing in information from victims or those with accusations and finding more meaning to allegations and practically fathoms the issues fairly.

But today, the assignment given and resolved was not okay with Sherlock. A rape victim aged 17, had been accused of attacking the rapist beforehand, therefore causing the incident to happen. But Holmes delved deeper, found out that the rapist had been paid from a group to rape and kill the girl; and plant the murder as though her new boyfriend had done so. The victim however, wasn’t particularly an innocent party in this, but hadn’t caused extreme disruption. She had been blackmailing her last partner with ‘photographs’, threatened to call the police if he tried to do anything: thus, causing the rape and planned murder of the girl (which failed) to simply retrieve the photos.

However, after explaining this to one of the magistrates (The woman who Sherlock stood before earlier) told him that it was all a ruse, a trick of his. Holmes had explained as carefully as possible so the daft woman would have understood; but instead wanted none of it and insisted that Sherlock was some sort of Psychopath causing more drama than needed. This fused up the argument more, and after the woman had said “I do my Job as a living, I don’t care about the people who come in; I don’t care about what happens before or after. If it gets done properly then it means I’m getting paid, and you Mr Holmes can’t expect the mercy of the Court to simply kneel before you like you’re some kind of God just because you put big words into a sentence” the reply from Sherlock being the one of the ‘triple summersault’.

Holmes swept out of the door that lead to the Magistrates building; and fled in between oncoming crowds of people, until he reached a cafe. That was what he needed right now, a hot steaming cup of tea. Slipping inside, he readjusted the top button and collar of his crisp white shirt so his pale collarbones and neck showed fully: he slid off his coat and placed it over his left arm. He stepped in line behind a single file of people awaiting their beverage: picking up the occasional muffin in a sealed case along the way of the moving queue, examining its flavours and textures.

“How may I help you sir?” A young woman asked. A startled Sherlock leapt out of his skin, he didn’t notice that it was him whom was next to being served.

“Tea, approximately 70 degrees of water is to my touch, 1 white sugar-cube, a dash of milk, then stir it vigorously – don’t forget that part it’s very important - and could I have a slice of carrot cake...Please” Sherlock smiled at the end.

The woman, bewildered and confused, nodded; jotted down notes and swiftly swept away to the cake counter. Sherlock found he was comfortable beside a window; he looked around at the people inside, analysing some of their traits and reading a man’s mind to pass the time. Admiring the view of London distracted him from the same young woman delivering a tray of tea and cake to his rounded table.

“Here’s your order. I attempted to get it onto 70 degrees but decided to heat it at 80 so that by the time you started drinking it’d be around 70...What am I talking about?” The woman laughed to herself.

Holmes had made a quick study of her whilst she was laughing.

In her twenties: single, very few relationships (or few that have worked) natural makeup (brings out her cheekbones and sharp [colour] eyes) hygienic, a ringed tan line of left hand indicates engagement that never worked out, freckles suggesting outdoor work, cell phone in pocked (maybe expecting a phone call) soft [length] [colour] hair tied up (regularly washed and conditioned) sweetly aromatic (perhaps to show more youth)...