The Empty Hearse (Sherlock x Female!Reader)

'Wow, that was some dream!' You think as you slowly start to wake up. You move your hand and felt a man's chest. 'Wait...what?' You thought and you move your hand around until you heard a sharp intake of a breath.

Your eyes snapped open and you look up and see Sherlock. 'Oh my God....it wasn't a dream!' You thought then you smiled.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" You asked him.

"No....I was in Serbia the other day and I was beaten and tortured...I guess I'm still bruised from that night." He said.

"How did you get out of that?" You asked.

"I told my torturer that he's wife was cheating on him with his neighbor and Mycroft was there." Sherlock said.

You sit up, holding the sheet to cover your chest, and asked. "You mean to tell me Mycroft was there through the whole time you were getting beaten and didn't interfere?" Sherlock nods and you let out an exasperated sigh and laid back down.

"You thought that last night was a dream." He said.

You look up at him and said. "What?"  

"Just a moment ago, you thought last night was a dream. When you moved your hand you had a confused look on your face and when I took that breath your eyes snapped open in surprise." He said.

"Well not a whole lot of people get to say that their dead boyfriend came back from the dead." You said and Sherlock chuckles. You stayed cuddled up to him for a few minutes until he spoke up.

"Ready to get to work?" He asked.

"Oh, God yes!" You said and the both of you get up from the bed, shower and dressed.

You and him went into the sitting room, peered at the wall behind the sofa, stepped on the sofa and started to pin up maps, notes, paperworks and pictures and the two of you went to work.

"All very interesting, Sherlock, but the terror alert has been raised to Critical." Mycroft said. The eldest Holmes decided to drop by this morning to check on Sherlock.

The brothers were sitting opposite each other in front of the unlit fire and you were sitting at the end of the table joining in the game. "Boring."  Sherlock said to his brother.
"Your move." Mycroft said to him. Sherlock glances down towards the table.

"We have solid information. An attack is coming." Mycroft said.

"Solid information. A secret terrorist organization's planning an attack--that's what secret terrorist organizations do, isn't it? It's their version of golf." You replied.

"An agent gave his life to tell us that." Mycroft said, angrily.

"Oh, well, perhaps he shouldn't have done. He was obviously just trying to show off." Sherlock said as he makes a move.

"None of these markers of yours is behaving in any way suspiciously?" Mycroft asked.

"Your move, love. No, Mycroft, but you have to trust me. I'll find the answer. It'll be in an odd phrase in an online blog, or an unexpected trip to the countryside, or a misplaced Lonely Hearts ad." Sherlock said as you glance down at the board and make a move.

"Your move, Mycroft." You said. Mycroft glances down briefly before raising his eyes to Sherlock.

"I've given the Prime Minister my personal assurance you're on the case." He said.

"I am on the case. The three of us are on the case. Look at us right now." Sherlock said as Mycroft makes a move and the Operation game makes a loud buzz.