The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader)

Sherlock's P.O.V.

It was a late afternoon, Sherlock had spent his time pacing around the apartment and muttering ideas and theories out loud. Sometimes he would sit down and try to work everything out in silence, but he would find himself agitated again.

I don't know what this means.

Finally, he gave up and grabbed his phone, dialling John's number.

'John, It's Sherlock.' Sherlock said curtly, he wanted to go on right away but John reacted too quickly.

'Did you actually introduce yourself on the phone?' John asked, completely surprised and caught off guard.

'Yes-' Sherlock already wanted to start talking to John, but John was too shaken up.

'No wait a second Sherlock- MARY! YOU KNOW WHAT SHERLOCK DID? HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF ON THE PHONE! YES- JOHN, IT'S SHERLOCK. JUST LIKE THAT.' John had already started laughing while yelling at his wife what kind of miracle had happened today.

'John, pull yourself together.' Sherlock said, knowing that he had probably deserved this.

'Yes, yes, of course, sorry Sherlock. Why are you calling?' John asked, a bit out of breath.

'I need your help with something.' Sherlock said, a bit embarrassed actually.

He's probably wondering now why I didn't text him like I usually do, let's see if he can figure out himself what's happening.

'Oh... Is it something about (Y/N)?' He asked Sherlock and he smirked a bit.

Ah John, how I love it when you think, you are really bright sometimes.

'Yes, a bit of an emergency. Can you visit me in Bakerstreet?' Sherlock asked nicely, but it honestly took all his nerves not to just order John around.

'Yes of course, I'll be there in a second...' He trailed off and stayed silent.

...He's waiting for me to say goodbye, bloody moron.

'Don't push it, John.' Sherlock said grumpily and hang up.

Sherlock had laid her in her bed, provided her with some water and an aspirin, for the obvious headache the next day, and he had left. He knew it would be considered creepy if he had stuck around. Well, that was just an excuse to leave, because he knew she would be furious at him for asking her everything when she was drunk, if she remembered it at all.

John arrived faster than Sherlock had initially expected.

'What can I do for you?' John asked Sherlock as he hung up his coat and looked around the apartment.

'Close your eyes.' Sherlock ordered him, and John's excited face fell.

'I swear to god Sherlock if you have tricked me with naming (Y/N) I'll break your bloody nose.' John said grumpily, but he closed his eyes anyway.

'I haven't "tricked" you, I was at her apartment yesterday.' Sherlock said as he quickly grabbed the painting and put it on the wall where Ellie's painting once had hung.

'Yesterday? What happened?' John asked alarmed, now curious what has happened in the time he had been away from Bakerstreet.

'Nothing really, I broke in, she got mad, we bought coffee, we gamed, she got drunk, I brought her to bed, I left.' Sherlock said evenly, caring more at that moment if it was hanging straight.

'I wouldn't call that nothing.' John scoffed, as he got grabbed by the shoulders and led to a place straight in front of the painting, just a few meters in front of it.