The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Chapter 2: Meeting the Holmes's

'Wrong.' She said and Sherlock turned to her, a dangerous glimmer in his eyes.

There's always something.

'Which part?' He asked her, now really intrigued.

'Boyfriend part and reason for moving to London.' She said with a small smile, and Sherlock made a mental note that she had an odd reaction.

'Stand up.' Sherlock said, while at the same time sitting down in his chair, turning it facing his new apprentice. She stood up and he let his gaze slide over her, she didn't seem to be bothered in the least.

That's how you should be, careless for other people's opinion, good.

He noticed how clean she was, overall she was impeccable, no stray hairs laid on her shoulders, and it looked like the clothes she was wearing were completely new, no small stains or rips. That could be because she was in forensics, and she knew how much leaving the smallest clue behind could influence a scene, but she hadn't been accustomed to that for such a long time, she had just gotten her first job in this field. And her condition had to do with someone, someone had inflicted this on her...

Ah, interesting.

'You wanted to be a forensics major for quite a long time, but you couldn't be... because you had to care for someone, probably with a terminal illness. After they had passed away you decided to finish up your studies, and move to London because of the job offer.' He said, and she nodded. Finally, he wasn't used on getting it right on the second try

'Do you mind me asking who it was?' John asked carefully, and she smiled sadly, shaking her head.

'My sister, Congenital Muscular Dystrophy, her muscle tissue disappeared until her organs couldn't function anymore. It was slow and painful, and it took longer then expected.' She told John, her voice was steady and professional. That indicated that she had still a great amount of emotion to deal with, but she preferred not to share it with anyone, this girl wasn't so annoying.

'And she wasn't in the hospital?' John asked curiously, he had heard from the disease but never had he met someone who had witnessed it, his doctor instincts were kicking in.

She isn't annoying now, but if I treat her badly she will become frustrating very soon, she's obviously too stubborn for her own good. I'll make her tea.

Sherlock quickly stood up, walking to the kitchen and setting up a kettle of tea, he had recently learned how to make it after he was told that the morning tea didn't make itself.

'No, she was too stubborn. The doctors knew she wouldn't make it for a long time and she didn't want any medication to slow her down in her few years of life, she was quite special, always happy with the time that was given to her. However, in her last year she was bedridden, and I was her personal nurse.' Sherlock heard her say from the living room, he noticed that you didn't sound upset, or bothered while saying it, so you were a caring person.

Maybe she'll survive me...

'That must've been hard on you.' John said, but before (Y/N) could answer Sherlock walked back.

He walked over to her with the cup of tea in his hand, he had just prepared it like she had asked John earlier. He extended his arm towards her, motioning for her to take the tea from him. She looked at him surprised, but as she saw his intense look at her she took the tea, realising it was exactly what she needed.

She hasn't said thank you like an ordinary person would, but she noticed it, so it is enough.

'Not that hard, I've heard her ranting for years how blessed I should feel with a true angel next to me, even for a short period of time.' She grinned and Sherlock frowned.