Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

Kidnapped [A Sherlock Imagine] (1/5)

I lay on the couch with playing Puzzledom my phone with my legs propped up on the arm rest of the couch.

"Bloody hell," I hear John say under his breath.

"Problem?" I say, still not looking up from my phone.

"I'm officially stumped on this case.. Who the hell is Moriarty?" he says as he sits on the couch across from me.

"But luckily, I'm not the only one who's stumped." John adds in a hushed tone as he shields his mouth with his hand.

"I can still hear you, you know. You have a horrible perception of whispering." Sherlock says with his full attention towards a wall with scattered papers tacked to it.

He rests his elbows on the arm stretched across his stomach. He lets out a big sigh, which should have indicated the fact that he was going to take a break. But instead, he whips out his switch blade and stab the wall with anger.

"Sherlock!" John says.

Sherlock continues to stab the wall and all of the commotion pulled me out of concentration with my game and I died.

"Erg, Sherlock! You distracted me and made me lose my game!" I whine.

"Really? He's stabbing the bloody wall and all you have to say is that he distracted you from your game?" John says with disbelief.

"That is completely normal behavior," I say, motioning to Sherlock, who now moved from stabbing the wall to stabbing a pile of papers from another unsolved case.

"Normal behavior- How is that normal behavior?" John snaps.

"You didn't let me finish. That is completely normal behavior for Sherlock. He's not the best at communicating his emotions, so he just stabs things. You're lucky that he isn't bored, or else he'll be shooting these walls, not stabbing it." I say.

"Well if you know him so well, then could you please tell him to stop." He says.

I roll my eyes at him before I stand up from the couch.

"One thing you should also know before becoming his partner in crime is to never get in the way of his emotional/non-emotional release. He may look like a twig, but he is stronger than he looks." I say.

I approach Sherlock and watch as he brings his stabbing to a halt. He breathes heavily as he places his hands on his hips and stared down at the ground.

"Stabbing things won't solve this case. But do you know what will?" I ask in a soft voice as I crouch down to look him in the eyes.

"What?" He says lowly.

"Food."

"Oh, dull.." he says.

He rolls his eyes at me before plopping himself in my spot on the couch and taking my phone into his hands.

"When was the last time you ate, eh?" I ask.

He resumes playing my game on my phone and I slap the phone out of his hands. He glares up at me with his sterling blue eyes but I do not shift under his gaze one bit.

"When?" I repeat.

"Erm.. five days, give or take?" He says.

"Oh for Christ's sake Sherlock," I say.

"You know that I don't eat while I'm on a job. It slows me down." He explains.

"Does the cuppa that Mrs. Hudson gave me count?" He adds as I walk towards the kitchen.

I send him a glare over my shoulder, making him smirk. I open the fridge to see absolutely nothing besides a rotting apple and something large and red in a plastic bag. Knowing Sherlock, it's probable better that I didn't ask.

I move to the cabinets and no lie, a moth flew out of it. I open all of the cabinets and only saw a pack of stale crackers and an expired can of soup.

"Are you bloody kidding, Sher?" I say, closing all the cabinets.

"'Sher'?" John repeats with amusement.

"Just for the record, how long have you been friends?" John asks.

"We're not friends," Sherlock and I say in unison.

"Ah, so you're an item?" He asks.

"No," Sherlock and I say.

"Then what are you?" John asks.

"It's.. complicated." I say.

"As I was saying, why do you have nothing in your fridge?" I ask.

"Because I normally don't have to buy anything, Mrs. Hudson-"

"Is not your housekeeper." I interrupt.

"Oh really?" Sherlock says.

"Yes."

"Well, I beg to differ." Sherlock says with a cocky grin.

"Then why does she wake up early in the morning to make us tea and tidy up the place while we're gone?" John asks.

"Because she is an older woman who gets bored and wants to do things out of courtesy. Men.. always taking us women for granted." I say whilst shaking my head.

I grab my burgundy coat and button myself up.

"Oh, leaving so soon dear? Sherlock, What did you do this time?" Mrs. Hudson asks as she walks into the flat.

"I'm going to the market so I can make these gentleman a proper meal. Something they haven't experienced in a while." I say as I put on my scarf, then my gloves.

"Do you guys have any idea of what you guys want in your cabinets and your fridge?" I ask the two men.

"Nope,"

"No idea,"

"Very well then.. Mrs. Hudson, since you clearly know this flat better than those you live in it, would you mind accompanying me to the market? Get some fresh air and showing these perplexed men what a few minutes are like without women." I say, guiding Mrs. Hudson out of the door.

"And just do you think will happen to us while you're gone?" Sherlock asks as he stands from

I stop mid step and approached him. He set back his shoulders so he appears taller and I slide my phone out of his hands.

"Crash and burn," I say softly.

He stares down at me with slight adoration in his eyes, a look that can be mistaken for lust. But if you haven't noticed by now, Sherlock Holmes isn't quite like other men. Before he could do anything, I walked out of the door and went on my merry way to the market.

Third Person's P.O.V.:

"So you two are dating?" John asks when she leaves.

Sherlock merely smiles before walking back to the wall where he stabbed.