You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Blind Banker: Chapter 14

"If she's still alive." John stated, following slightly behind Sherlock, and you behind John. You couldn't help but maybe almost feel bad for Soo Lin... you weren't sure what it was you felt anymore. You hoped she was alive, she was the only way you'd be able to find out about the smuggling business.

"Sherlock!" A voice called out. The three of you stopped, looking to your left to see a man jogging towards the three of you. You soon identified him as Raz, Sherlock's expert street artist. You weren't sure how he'd found you, but you weren't really worried about that. He must've found something of importance.

"Oh, look who it is." John said in annoyance as Raz now made it over to the three of you. He panted, breath sailing through the crisp and cold air

"I found something you'll like." Raz grinned as you and Sherlock were immediately engrossed by his words. John looked annoyed with Raz, but followed you as Raz raced off to show you this mysterious thing you were going to like. You knew already he'd found something to do with your ciphers.

The three of you soon made it to a bridge where Raz was practically running to show you what he wanted you all to see. His enthusiasm clearly showing.

John finally spoke up, not sounding very amused. "Tuesday morning, all you gotta do is show up and say the bag was yours." He said, grumpily. His tense walking stance clearly showing his anger.

"Oh, forget your court date, John! I'll get you out of it if you just shut up!" You bellowed, rolling your eyes. He was really starting to get on your nerves.

"Really?" He asked, glancing at you looking rather surprised, slowing down a bit. Which let Sherlock and Raz gain distance from you quickly.

"Yes! I know people! Now just hurry!" You groaned, running to catch back up with Sherlock and Raz.

Raz confidently led the three of you into some sort of underground bike and skating tunnel. Many kids were biking around and attempting to do tricks on ramps. The thing that mainly caught your interest was all the graffiti. The place was littered with so much of it, that there was graffiti over other graffiti. You weren't surprised, it was clearly a place teens seemed to hang out in.

"Want to hide a tree then the forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say?" Sherlock asked as the three of you marched through the kids biking around you. "People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message."

"It's almost too perfect." You pursed your lips, shaking your head as you continued to follow Raz.

You continued to walk, but Raz held up a finger pointing at something in front of you and saying, "There, I spotted it earlier." You followed his finger to see where he was pointing. At first glance you would just see a large bone in the shape of a lightning bolt, but the trained eye could make out a bit of yellow spray paint that was peaking out on the sides. It definitely looked like it used to be some sort of cipher.

"They've been here." You muttered studying it intently. You walked up to it, running your fingers over it as you thought.

"That's the exact same paint?" Sherlock motioned towards the cipher, looking over at Raz.

"Yeah." He nodded confidently, and you believed him. He really was an expert on this stuff. Plus, going by the looks of it, the paint was identical.

"If we're going to decipher this code, we're going to need to look for more evidence." Sherlock stated, looking between you and John. You nodded in agreement, wondering where you may find more evidence.

"We should search the area." You suggested and Sherlock nodded in agreement. The three of you left Raz behind, after John, surprisingly, thanked him, and you headed outside to look for anything else.

"Okay, let's all split up and if we find anything call the others." Sherlock told you and John before he clicked on a flashlight and disappeared into the darkness.

"Well, good luck." You offered to John before you also clicked on your flashlight and headed the opposite way of Sherlock. You shined your light everywhere, particularly focusing on anything that could easily be spray painted.

After a bit of searching you were walking along the train tracks, when you spotted drops of bright yellow paint, leading in a trail. You followed the paint and it eventually led to a large brick wall. You shined up your light to see what was on the large brick wall. Upon it was tons and tons of ciphers in the same paint used before. You gasped, carefully taking it all in and memorizing it.

You then snatched your phone from your pocket dialing Sherlock's number. He didn't answer. You called again, and when he didn't answer you groaned, running off to find him. As you were searching for Sherlock you came across John. He looked concerned when he saw you sprinting and you gasped, "Sherlock!" before running past him and continuing to search. John followed you and you soon found Sherlock not too far away.

"Follow." You panted before taking off in the other direction. John and Sherlock followed you as you made it to the brick wall from before, but this time it was coated in black paint. Confused, you stared at it, trying to catch your breath.

"I... it was right here. A whole wall of ciphers! They must've painted over it!" You groaned, watching as some of the black paint dripped down the wall. You'd been stupid to leave the area, of course they'd cover it! They didn't want anyone figuring out their code.

"Somebody didn't want me to see it." Sherlock said, studying the surrounding area. He then quickly turned to you, launching himself at you. You attempted to take a step back, but he grabbed your cheeks in his gloved hands, staring you straight in the eyes. He slowly began to spin you in a circle and you gave him a weird look.

"Sherlock, what are you-" You began confused but Sherlock quickly cut you off.

"Shh! Y/n, concentrate! I need you to concentrate! Close your eyes!" He demanded, his face inches away from yours.

"What?! Why? What are you doing?" You asked again, feeling a bit nervous as Sherlock pulled your face closer to his. He really didn't know what personal space was, did he? "John, help me out here." John just laughed, not intervening.

"I need you to maximize your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?" He asked, moving his hands to your shoulders as he continued to spin you in a slow circle.

"Yes." You nodded, raising your eyebrows at him. Did you not tell him you had a photographic memory? You did tell him, he probably deleted that information to provide more room in his brain.

"Can you remember it?" He tilted his head at you, his blue eyes piercing yours.

"Yes! Of course I can!" You exclaimed, glancing to John for help. He looked confused but still held a grin on his face. You rolled your eyes at him. Thanks for the help, you thought.

"Can you remember the pattern?" Sherlock continued to spin you and you nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yes!"

"How much can you remember it?"

"Sherlock, don't worry I-"

"Because the average human memory on visual matters is only-"

"62% accurate, I know! And I remember it all." You told him. He stopped spinning you to stare at you.

"Really?" He asked a little unbelievably. You smacked his hands away as you pulled yourself out of his grip and away from his face.

"Sherlock! I have a photographic memory! How else do you think I'm so good at solving cases! I can write the entire thing down for you. Besides, I'm anything but normal! You know that." You crossed your arms at him and he stared back nodding.

"Oh, yes that would make sense. Forgot about that. Now, let's get back to the flat so you can finish that drawing." Sherlock turned, heading away and you sighed following behind next to John.