When All The Lights Go Out ~~ Sherlock x Reader

T H R E E

After about 45 minutes of peaceful (and productive) working I was interrupted by yet another door slamming. Holy hell what the fuck is up with people? Why can't you just shut a door normally?
I'm going to yell at whoever did that to be quieter next time, I'm fucking done with that shit. I walked up the stairs and prepared myself for whatever would greet me in 221B. But that thought was quickly interrupted when I saw who was standing in front of me. Two HUGE bodyguards of sorts were confronting (a still naked) Sherlock. I meekly stepped back. Not about to deal with this shit, I had changed my mind from earlier.
"Y/N, do come in." I stopped dead in my tracks as Sherlock invited me in. Ah shit. Hesitating, I slowly walked in and took a seat as far away as I could from everybody.
After a moment of awkward silence one of the two men put a pile of clothes and shoes in front of Sherlock and said, "Please, Mr. Holmes. Where you're going, you'll want to be dressed."
Sherlock looked at him for a second and smirked, "Oh, I know exactly where I'm going. Y/N, you're coming too."
"Sir she isn't permitted to."
"Either she comes with me, or I don't go at all." I was shocked to say the very least. Why the was Sherlock wanting me to go with him to a secret location with two weird men. I sure as hell didn't want to go... that's a lie.
Sherlock picked up the pile of clothes and stood up, though he wasn't getting changed. He just held them in his arms and motioned for me to follow the two men who reluctantly let me come with them. I got up and slowly did as Sherlock was telling me to, though I was watching very closely to see what was really going on.
I was led outside into a black car which was pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. While I was watching Sherlock get in next to me I asked him where we were going.
"To The Buckingham Palace. John will meet us there." He said it so calmly, like it was normal to go there.
"I'm sorry, I think I misheard, THE Buckingham Palace?! Fucking hell... it's only my second day here. What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" I placed my head into my hands and then remembered that Sherlock was still naked... I glanced over through my fingers and started to blush. Why did the world make it so easy to get flustered?
"Sorry I was kinda bored and Ms. Hudson and John said that it would be nice of me to show you around, this is the best I can really do."
I stared at him through my fingers, my face still red. This man is unbelievable. Sure he's smart and whatever, but he has a mind that's like a mixture between a five year old and an edgy teenager.
"Extraordinary... how are you still not wearing clothes?"

~~~~ Time Skip ~~~~

I walked into the huge palace in awe. I've never been the tourist type, but this was something that I definitely would take pictures of. I felt like a princess. I twirled around while taking in all of the exquisite decorations. Then I realized that I was in a very sophisticated place... and there were probably cameras all around me taking footage of me acting like a seven year old as a naked man quietly followed behind me. Oops.
I couldn't help but start laughing at myself. And I kept giggling all the way to the set of couches that were in the middle of the place. I couldn't control myself, plopping down on the couch I finally started to calm down. Sherlock placed the pile of clothes he was carrying down on the table in front of us and sat down right next to me.
"I don't get it. What's so funny?" He turned his head the slightest bit like a puppy dog as he did so.
"I realized as I was spinning around that I must've looked completely ridiculous on the cameras, also not to mention the fact that I was being followed by a man wearing nothing but a bed sheet." I was feeling the heat form in my cheeks again as I awkwardly finished giggling to myself. We sat in silence, only a few inches apart.
John, my savior. Walking in he saw us and sat down next to Sherlock. I doubt he even noticed me, but he did free the tension. After a few moments he decided to break the silence.
"Are you wearing any pants?"
"No."
"Okay." They made eye contact and burst out laughing. I slightly chucked too, not wanting to intrude.
"At Buckingham Palace, fine. Oh, I'm seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray." After some more laughing we calmed down (though I was pretty calm to begin with, seeing that I was trying to be as quiet as possible) and John continued. "What are we doing here, Sherlock? Seriously, what?"
"I don't know."
"Are we here to see the queen?"
A man who I didn't recognize walked in and Sherlock made another comment which sent them both to the moon. I didn't understand so I just sat there observing the new man, who had an abnormally large nose.
"Oh would the two of you grow u--.... oh. I see we have another uninvited guest brother of mine. Care to explain?"
"Y/N? I didn't even see you there behind Sherlock and his big head, why are you here?" I laughed at his comment which got me a look from the one and only.
"Mycroft, meet Y/N," Sherlock pointed to me. "She is moving in to the flat underneath me. I'm surprised you didn't know and haven't already approached her. I was bored and brought her with me. Any problems?"
"I've been busy, doing leg work takes effort from me as you know. And yes, I do have a problem. Put your trousers on. We are about to be in front of high authority and it's bad enough that you already brought someone who wasn't allowed." Mycroft handed Sherlock the pile of clothes from the table, which he quickly turned down.
"Brother, aren't you the highest authority? And I was in the middle of a case."
"What, the hiker and the backfire? I glanced at the police report. Bit obvious, surely?"
"Transparent"
"So why are you complaining, you have a new client who could use your help."
"And my client is...."
" Illustrious ... In the extreme. And remaining – I have to inform you – entirely anonymous." A new man walked in. John and Mycroft (as I now know him), both stood up to greet him. I couldn't give a shit and I guess neither could Sherlock, for he didn't stand up either.
As everyone greeted each other I watched, but then I suddenly heard someone whisper in my ear. "Don't engage with my brother, if he asks you to get in a car with him or to him, ignore it." I nodded, a little pink in the cheeks by how close he was.
"Ah Mr. Holmes the younger, you look taller in your photographs."
"I take the precaution of a good coat and a short friend." He stood up and approached his brother, "Mycroft, I don't do anonymous clients. I'm used to mystery at one end of my cases. Both ends is too much work. Good morning."
He started walking away and I was ready to follow him (I never wanted to stay longer than I had to) but Mycroft stepped on an end of his sheet and it started to fall off his body. I covered my face to avoid seeing, but peered through my fingers after a few moments out of curiosity, a bit too relieved that it hadn't completely fallen off of him.
"This is a matter of national importance. Grow up."
"Get off my sheet!"
"Oh please don't... I have the feeling that it's going to fall if you do." I quickly took my hands down and instead covered my face with a pillow, I could tell that everybody was watching me.
"What if I don't Sherlock?" Mycroft turned back to the matter at hand.
"I'll walk away." I squawked and put the pillow (and my face with it) in my lap. I heard John laugh at me as I did so.
"Sherlock, I don't think that your new friend over there would be very appreciative that! But you know that I'll let you."
"Boys, please. Not here." John sounded stern, but even though I was still buried in my pillow, I could tell he found my situation amusing.
"Who. Is. My. Client?"
"Take a look at where you're standing and make a deduction. You are to be engaged by the highest in the land. Now for God's sake ... Put your clothes on!" Sherlock gave out an exasperated sigh but agreed.
"Y/N, you can take your head out of the pillow now" John put his hand on my back.
"I don't wanna." I could tell my face was still red.
"I see my brother has found yet another immature friend."
I shot my head up from my pillow feeling suddenly furious. "Excuse me? First, you do not have the right to tell me who I am or judge me based on your brothers choices. Second, I barely even know him, I only met him yesterday. And third, I happen to get flustered very easily, and I do not like showing it to the world. So I am sorry if that is what you classify as immature, but you were the one who was just fighting with Sherlock to put his pants on, you threatened him by standing on a sheet and you told him that you would let him walk away naked in The Buckingham Palace. Now that sounds immature to me, now doesn't it." After realizing that everyone in the room (including Sherlock and his employer) was staring at me I meekly apologized. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I guess it's too late now.
"Y/N, why did you apologize? You put my brother and his huge nose in his place. Please do calm down though as I get the rest of the case assignment from this man over here." He pointed at his employer. I nodded and clutched the pillow in my hands as I sat in silence.

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