BBC: Sherlock x Reader

To Be Or Not To Be | Part Two |

"Got a case, what are you doing here?" The blond asked, looking genuinely relieved to see her and scanned her form with raised brows, "You look nice, got a date?" He joked, his voice teasing.

"Yes, actually," Y/n said, feeling a bit offended, because why else would she be in a nice dress outside a restaurant she was well making her way into? She's certainly not looking for buttons and safety pins. John faltered, his blue eyes softening and he grimaced, realising that his jest had unintentionally riled her.

"Sorry..." He glanced over his shoulder at Sherlock, and Y/n was making it her business to ignore his presence. "Uh, well, I hope you have fun. I've been trying to get on to you, you know.." he said turning back to her, a strange look in his eyes, as though he knew something she didn't.

"Yeah I know, sorry, I just needed a moment." - Or a couple months- She shrugs, and then pointedly glanced at her watch. A few minutes again and she'd be late, "Look, I'll give you a call...sometime... I'll be late if I stay out here chatting,"

"Oh yeah, sure. You have fun," John smiled, and to be honest, she missed John. He was someone she could actually talk to without feeling stupid at times or make a fool of herself, and he actually laughed at her dumb jokes.

She would call him later, or perhaps in the morning if everything goes well, she promised herself. Because, like she said, John didn't deserve the silent treatment, too. But like her mum always says: Peter pays for Paul; but that doesn't matter.

She left John and turned towards the restaurant and for the life of her couldn't understand why she glanced Sherlock's way. He was watching her of course, looking as he always did, with that long coat of his, his dark curls wind tossed but still immaculate in their form and as always, watching her a little too closely for her liking.

She had almost flipped him off, but kept her childish rebuttal at bay; she was an adult. And if he didn't want her girlish feelings then she'd give it to someone who would appreciate it.

She felt herself relax once inside, the reception area alone was something to marvel at. Cream coloured tiles with dark patterns on them in an intricate design, a dark reception booth with a beautiful woman behind it who smiled at her when she entered.

"Uh..Hi," Y/n smiled, approaching the woman, "Reservation for..." Shit, she just realized she hadn't asked the man for his name or even bugged Emma about it, how foolish was that? Y/n inwardly panicked, shuffling on her feet.

"Oh don't worry, he told us you'd be here, you can relax," The woman laughed, a sound Y/n found quite calming and she did relaxed, shaking off her nerves.

She must admit that seeing Sherlock outside had rattled her and she was trying her best not to let it show that it bothered her that he hadn't approached her himself to at least say 'Hi' for God's sake. Never mind that she wanted nothing to do with him and any words out of his mouth would end up with her clocking him.

The woman slipped from behind the counter, and waited for her by an open doorway where Y/n could faintly hear the chatter of people. She followed the woman as she led her through the restaurant, and she was right, she could see the street from inside.

The place was beautiful, and it looked expensive, like it was one of those places where there was that you break it you buy it policy and that alone made Y/n keep her arms at her sides. She allowed her eyes to wander though, there weren't many people in, most of them were with others - a group of people off in one corner at a large circular booth laughing together and a few couples scattered about. There was a bar tucked against a wall, lined with wines and spirits, and a blond bartender dressed in black who winked at her when she caught his eye.