The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Your P.O.V.

You took off the heels that were actually killing your feet, and hung up your coat.

'So anyways, what are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy to see you.' You asked him while walking to the kitchen, filling the kettle with water and setting it on the pit so you could have a tea before getting to bed.

'Oh uh, Lestrade got mad at me, completely unnecessary, and I had to leave the van. I just wanted to check up on you before you went to sleep.' He said, and you noticed that it was a big, fat, lie. You smirked a bit after you'd turned around, making sure he wouldn't see it.

We're just too used to each others company, I guess, I don't mind. I like having him around, honestly.

'So are you staying?' You asked him casually, walking over to your suitcase and opening it up.

'Well, I would very much like so, but I didn't bring any pyjamas with me.' He excused himself, and without looking you took one of his pyjama pants out of the suitcase and threw it over your shoulders towards him.

'Why on earth's name did you bring my clothes with you?' He asked you, stunned, and you shrugged.

'They're really comfortable.' You answered, grabbing an old shirt for yourself and making your way to the bathroom.

'So you steal them?' He asked offended, but you had already locked yourself in the bathroom to change.

'I'd prefer you to use the word borrow.' You said with a smile plastered on your face as you took off your dress. You were considering to take off your bra too, but then decided to keep it on. Sherlock would notice within a split second. You shrugged on your oversized T-shirt that stopped mid thigh. You stepped out of the bathroom and saw how Sherlock was about to pull on his own shirt but froze when he saw that you saw him.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHmyGowdHe'SNoTwearInGAFucKiNgShiRT

HIS BODY SWEET JESUS MARIA AND JOSEF
GOD DOES EXIST
DAAAAAAmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Let's just say you mentally freaked out, however, you had been learning from him how to control your emotions, and you were able to shrug it of with a smile while walking over to the king-size bed, throwing yourself on it and getting the TV's remote.

All right sister, calm your tits down, breathe. BREATHE.

'Aren't you going to wear pants?' He asked you, and you noticed there was something off about him, he wasn't acting Sherock-y.

'Sherlock, what's up?' You asked him concerned. You were sitting on the left side of the bed and looked to your right to see him standing there in his grey shirt and plaid pyjama pants, it was cute. But he had a frown on his face, and looked worried, that had rarely happened when he wasn't on a case.

'I'm not sure...' he mumbled, and you patted on the spot besides you.

'Talk to me, and we'll figure it out, that's why I'm here for, right?' You said to him with a smile on your face, being the most supportive you could possibly be. You wanted him to be less afraid of his own emotions, for his own sake though, you'd never want to actually change him.

'Why do you tolerate me?' He asked you, there wasn't sadness in his voice though, just curiosity, and your heart broke.

He has friends, but so many people treat him so awful. He has a massive ego and at the same time he has none at all.

'Tolerate you? What do you mean?' You scoffed, not going to answer to a bullshit question.

'You are certainly aware what I'm asking you, (Y/N). I'm a narcissistic arsehole and probably the worst roommate in the world, you could live with anyone you'd like to, why do you stick around?' He said curtly, no emotions in his voice.