Haunted Holmes ? Sherlock x Reader

"Got A Name?"

"S-Sorry..." I mumble, before quickly trying to make my way past the male figure.

"Just a minute..." The man sings, grabbing my arm and pulling me back to my original spot.

I stare at him blankly.

"Got a name?"

I roll my eyes and yank my arm out of his grip, before attempting to walk away again, but get pulled again, more roughly this time.

"Let's have some fun." He smiles, holding me tightly.

A little idea pops in my head, and I smile.

He chuckles, before dragging me out the store.

I keep quiet and stare at Sherlock Holmes, who begins to walk after me, a small smirk playing my lips as the man drags me away.

"I'd love to have fun with you." I tell him, as he takes me to an alley behind the store.

"Really?" He asks, licking his lips and eyeing me up and down. I was still in my robe after all.

"Sure...but can you help me get my child back? He's been kidnapped by those weirdos in that car." I point.

"No problem, sexy..." He strokes my hair, before heading to the car I was previously in.

He punches John Watson down, kicking him a bit , before snatching both children, glancing over at me.

"Which one is it?" He yells out.

"The boy." I yell back.

Placing the girl back in the car, he walks back over to me with William in his arms.

I beam when I get William in my arms, as Sherlock rushes to help John.

"My place?" He asks.

"Oh, I'd be delighted." I smirk.

We get in his Mazda (car) and I buckle William up in the back seat. He was still asleep.

The man was already in the drivers seat, I was about to get inside, but I had a better idea.

I walk over to his window and he rolls it down so we can talk.

"Got a cigarette?" I ask, with a smile.

He grins and steps out of the car.

"Here." He hands me one, and lights it, before lighting my own.

I inhale the enticing smoke, and exhale, spectating Sherlock Holmes struggles to help his dear Watson.

"Got a name?" He asks.

I go deep in my thoughts. One name stands out from the rest, and it's not my own.

"Elusa." I lie.

"Majestic." He replies, exhaling.

I notice Sherlock begin to walk over.

"I agree." I say quickly, pressing the tip of my cigarette on his clavicle, and then hitting his pelvis with my knee, causing him to groan in pain.

Pressing my cigarette deeper into his clavicle, I burn his skin and his groans evolve into screams.

"Thank you for the Mazda..." I whisper softly, slipping his wallet out of his pocket as he slumps to the floor in pain.

I get in the car and attempt start it as soon as I can.

The stupid car was out of gas.

I see Mary drive the car I was previously in, towards a nearby hospital for John.