Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

Kidnapped [A Sherlock Imagine] (2/5)

Y/N and Mrs. Hudson finally came back after spending almost two hours in the market. Y/N placed the bags on the counter with a grunt. Angry at that fact that she had to make three trips to carry the groceries from the market and John and Sherlock haven't lift a finger to help her. Instead, their noses were practically buried in computer for a case.

And there was no way in hell that should would ask Mrs. Hudson to carry the bags up the stairs with her.

"Oh no thank you, I can totally walk almost twenty bags full of food up a flight of steps." Y/N says sarcastically.

"Well that's great darling, I knew you could do it." Sherlock says, not looking up from the computer screen.

"You bloody cocks," Y/N snarks.

She turns the corner to walk back downstairs to grab a smaller fridge for Sherlock to keep his... severed limbs and God knows what else.

She stops in my tracks when she sees a man in dark clothing walking up the steps whilst carrying the miniature fridge like it was nothing. Her heart began to race when she stared into his midnight gray eyes as he walked closer.

"Who are you?" She asks once he reached the top of the stairs.

"The name's Luke... I was going for my evening run when Mrs. Hudson stopped me to help you carry some things. After what she did for me, I was more than happy to help her out with something- or rather her friend." He says while eyeing Y/N.

Little did Y/N know that Sherlock stopped typing and looked toward the man who was talking to her.

"You don't mind if I set it on the counter, would you?" Luke asks Y/N.

"No! That wouldn't be a problem at all." She says.

Luke sets the miniature fridge package on the counter before turning back to her.

"Thank you, you didn't have to do that." Y/N says softly.

"I'm glad I did, or else, how would I have met a gorgeous woman like yourself?" He states smoothly.

Y/N rolls her eyes but doesn't couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

"I'm afraid I didn't properly introduce myself.. the name's Luke Fogarty, fitness trainer and entrepreneur." He says, extending his hand to her.

"Y/N Y/L/N, lawyer and low key street dancer." She says, taking his hand into hers.

He presses a warm kiss on the back of her hand, triggering a wave of heat rolling through her body.

"It's a pleasure," he says.

They both stare at each other and Sherlock stares at them. John notices this and clears his throat loud enough for all of them to hear. Y/N and Luke snap out of it and Y/N pulls away from him. Sherlock slowly strides over behind Y/N when Luke says:

"Hope to see you around,"

"Same to you," Y/N says.

"Well you best be on your way," Sherlock says, putting his hands on his pockets.

"Eh, I know you.. You're Sherlock Holmes, it's a pleasure to meet you mate.." Luke says as he extends his hand to Sherlock.

Sherlock merely glances at his hand before staring at Luke right in his eyes. Clearly Sherlock was making his deduction about Luke like no other.

"How's your wife treating you?" Sherlock asks, making Luke's eyes widen as he drops his hand.

"Sherlock," Y/N warns.