You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Empty Hearse: Chapter 5

"What?" Molly asked, not hearing what Sherlock had just said.

"Hmm?" Sherlock looked up at her, walking around the desk to where you were standing. "Nothing." He quickly told her, lifting the skeleton's coat up slightly. You were so bringing that up to him later, you thought as you circled to the front of the desk, noting the things laid out in front of him. They didn't seem of much importance.

"This is gonna be your guys' new arrangement, is it?" Lestrade spoke to the two of you softly. Of course he was referencing Molly. You glanced up at her to see she was looking around the room, still jotting down notes.

"Just giving it a go." Sherlock explained, all his focus on the skeleton.

"Right. So, John?" Lestrade pushed further as he leaned over Sherlock's shoulder.

"He's not really in the picture anymore." Sherlock explained, straightening up as he stepped back from the skeleton, tucking his magnifying glass back into his coat pocket.

"They broke up." You joked quietly to Lestrade. "But don't worry, they're both just being petty. John'll be back soon enough." Lestrade cracked a smile at that and you turned to see Sherlock giving you a dark look. You gave him a wide grin.

A soft rumbling slowly began in the distance and you looked to the ceiling as the room slowly began shaking, causing debris to flour down onto the ground.

"Trains?" Molly asked as she picked up her pen, pausing from taking notes.

"Trains." Sherlock nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets. He squatted down scanning the skeleton again, intently. Molly walked past the two of you to give the skeleton a look herself. She stood on her tiptoes as she leaned over the skeleton, studying it's jaw bone.

"Male, 40 to 50." Sherlock walked up behind her and she flinched, stepping out of the way. "Oh, sorry, did you want to..."

"Uh, no, please, be my guest." Sherlock gestured for her to continue. You watched him as he shook his head to the side again. "Shut up!" He growled louder this time. Which earned him concerned looks from both Lestrade and Molly. You just chuckled as you watched him bend down, looking over the desk.

"It doesn't make sense." Molly spoke, standing back from the skeleton as she shook her head with a baffled look on her face.

"What doesn't?" Lestrade asked from his spot against the wall, watching the three of you work.

"This skeleton, it can't be any more than-"

"Six months old." You interrupted her, nodding as you already knew that. Your eyes panned to Sherlock as you heard a clicking noise and he reached into the desk, pulling out a dusty book. He blew it off, sending dust into the air before he turned it towards you. You scanned the title, raising your eyebrows. He tossed it onto the desk and Lestrade took a step forward, scanning it.

"'How I Did It by Jack the Ripper.'" He read with a confused look. You nodded looking down at it.

"That's impossible!" Molly exclaimed, not able to understand how the puzzle pieces fit together.

"Welcome to our world." Sherlock said as he began organizing through his tools. He mumbled as he packed them away, shaking his head. "I won't insult your intelligence by explaining it to you." He said as he finished putting his things up and headed towards the door.

"I will!" You spoke excitedly. "The corpse is six months old. It's dressed in a shoddy Victorian outfit from a museum. It's been displayed on a dummy for many years, in a case facing southeast, judging from the fading of the fabric." You placed your hands behind your back as you looked to Sherlock, knowing he'd want to add more.

"It was sold off in a fire damage sale... a week ago." He said distractedly as he pulled out his phone, showing it to Lestrade.

"So the whole thing was just a fake?" He asked in disappointment.

"Yes." Sherlock turned back towards the exit, already ducking through the bricks in the wall. You quickly followed behind him.

"Looked so promising..." Lestrade sighed, looking over the corpse with a frown.

"Facile." Sherlock called back, climbing up the stairs.

"Why would someone go to all that trouble?" Molly asked loudly.

"Why indeed, John." Sherlock replied, hurrying up the steps.

"You do miss him!" You pushed his shoulder as he opened the door to exit the house. He turned back to you with a glare, knowing you'd caught all his slip ups. "You can't even get his little comments out of your head, can you?" You laughed, following him outside.

"Shut up." He sighed, looking up and down the street.

"Fine, after you admit it." You grinned cheekily, crossing your arms at him. He groaned knowing you weren't going to give in any time soon.

"Sure, whatever, I miss him." He spoke quickly, just to get it over with.

"I didn't buy that." He groaned, turning away from you. "I'm just trying to annoy you." You smiled, wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"You're succeeding." He pouted.

"Then let's get your mind off of it; thought we could return this one to one of the clients." You pulled the hat that Sherlock had been wearing earlier from your pocket as you tossed it to him. He caught it looking down at it thoughtfully. It was better than nothing.