Sherlock preferences/one shots (request closed)

The rubber of the pure white gloves snapped against my skin as I pulled them up with ease. Smiling brightly I waved to my dear friend Molly Hooper as I passed her in the hall. As I continued along the hall my mind wandered to the famous detective Sherlock Holmes. I personally had never met him in person but Molly sure does talk about him a lot. I feel as if I've known this man with the way she continuously rants on and on about the elusive mystery man. Sure I love Molly she's a great friend and I could never replace her but god it's one man there most definitely will be others don't get yourself so hung up with just one. My mental monologue was cut short as I entered the lab with a quiet huff. Immediately my eyes fell upon two unknown figures, my mind racing to put the pieces together. When it did which couldn't have taken five seconds a smirk formed on my lips. This was the famous Sherlock Holmes and his darling companion John Watson. Quietly I made my way over to my work station. The smirk on my lips never faded as I took in the distinct features of both men. Sherlock was short than I had expected but still stood tall. The black blazer he had on hugged his well built frame with flattery. His black hair hung in tight curls, some falling down onto to his pale skin illuminating his icy gray eyes. John was reasonably shorter than Sherlock standing slightly lopes sided to try to peer over Sherlock's shoulder to see just what he was up to. "Hello there", I called waving to John who had looked up to meet my eyes. After a moment he returned the gesture kindheartedly introducing himself and Sherlock to me. I smiled brightly at the men. It didn't take me long to have delved into the case they were working on with them. (A/N: real quick Ima use this case cause its easy for me hehe) "Who do you trust but not know? Well that's easy its like a riddle!", I exclaimed my face lighting up in a bright smile. "Well get on with it", Sherlock yelled after a few minutes. "Oh oh right well wouldn't it be a cabbie, I mean we never really know who they are yet we entrust them with our lives", I explained, trying to read their faces. John pondered for a moment before nodding wildly. Sherlock seemed to weigh the odds a little longer. After a minute he exclaimed, "Brilliant!", and rushed out of the mourge. John called apologies to me as he ran out the door after him. With a warm smile I waved him off shaking my head. That certainly wasn't the last time Sherlock accepted my help with a case. It had become quite the frequent occurrence, and I had even been invited to his flat on more than one occasion. Today infact is one of them, though there seems to be the absence of a case on this particular day. Ascending up the creaky steps of 221b seemed all to familiar to me. "Sherlock?", I called as I reached the top of the steps. I heard some sort o muffled grunt from behind the door in response. "Im going to take that as a come in.", I said before swinging he door open. Sherlock looked in my direction before springing out of his chair. He walked up really close to me and took my hand. "I was correct your hopelessly in love with me.", Sherlock announced looking into my eyes. "Its a good thing I know you love me too", I said running my fingers down his cheek before leaning up so our lips could meet.

A/N: Guess who hasn't updated in like a month? Oh right thats me...... Haha I am really sorry guys I can't belive how many reads I have right now I love every single one of you. Please request lovlies!!! Byeeee