Sherlock Preferences

Sherlock Holmes Imagine

"It's rather...suspicious." His eyes, which were as of a few seconds ago on you with boredom shining in them, narrowed. You could almost see the tiny flicker of his eyes dancing around your body, picking up little key bits of information. You looked down at yourself, finding nothing too revealing, but apparently you missed many things.

Sherlock grinned to himself, figuring you out before you could hardly begin to figure out him. You were rather interesting yourself, having no significant other and keeping multiple jobs to keep yourself living a good life. Still, you managed to go out and about every day, looking for someone to finally catch your eye and give you what you wanted.

"But what could I do to you, a grown man that's much taller than me?" You laughed lightly, as if your statement was boffola. "I dare say nothing besides a paper cut."

"But those are always the worst cuts, aren't they." Little things can be ignored, but eventually they'll start building up and you won't be able to stop the problem from hitting you right in the face.

"You're knowledgeable." You put a hand to your chin, thinking as your eyes searched him up and down. Not some sort of high-ranking government official, not that you could pick up anyway, so he must be some other branch that required brains and not so much brawn. Then again, he was wearing a large coat; maybe he was brawny. You'd have to figure that out later, as right now you needed to cut the suspicions.

"Well I must be off. Have a wonderful day Sherlock." You nodded

"Goodbye." He replied brusquely. As you walked away, you let a small smile creep onto your face. That went well, and if you were correct, Sherlock would be visiting you very very soon. 

You watched him for a little while longer, spying him go into a building. When he didn't come back out, and you saw him in a room with his coat off and searching through some books, you concluded it was his home. Everything was already set for the kidnapping tonight, you had called one of your friends to do the work for you. They were loyal, so you had no trouble getting them to do it.

Though you may have comminatory actions, you truly meant no harm to come to him. If he was going to be with you, live a lovely life by your side, you wanted him to be happy. You were what would make him happy, he just had to see that. All you had to do was give him time, let him roam free, but make sure he comes back to you.

Finding you had watched him enough, you blew a kiss at his frame outlined against the window by a lamp behind him and found your way home. Now you played the waiting game, waiting for tonight to come, the moon to hit its peak in the sky, and for Sherlock to be here with you.

It wasn't too long until a large man came, holding Sherlock in his grasp. Your requested male was out cold, just like your friend had promised he'd be, and the large-set kidnapper set him down in a chair you had already set up for your guest, tying him afterwards. The man looked at you, you nodded, and he lumbered off. You didn't have long to think about how the man managed to get Sherlockーhe looked like he couldn't move fast on his feetーas Sherlock started waking up.

"Welcome!" You said automatically, making him snap his head up. It took him a moment to fully wake up, but once he was determined good in your mind, you put your hands on your hips.

"(Y/N), you must let me go." He pleaded. His plea made you freeze, definitely not imagining that. Sure you thought he might cry, yell, scream, but not plead with such heart-wrenching guilt. It made you uncomfortable.

"Why?" Your voice lost its welcomely vibe, instead replaced with seriousness that sounded almost foreign to you. You had never been too serious, not without some unserious reason behind it, but his tone made the situation consequential.

"People are going to be murdered tonight, I have to stop Toby Pot." He sounded almost mad, like he wanted to exact justice so terribly bad.

"Murder? Why?"

"I can explain later, just let me go." His tone got rid of the pleading and replaced it with a backbone of power, like he knew you were beginning to understand so he promised to elaborate later so you'd listen to him.

"You'll come back?" You raised a single brow, becoming more pleased with your choice. He was proving himself to be quite a catch, but if you tossed him back into the sea, would he still return?

"If you don't kidnap me again." He said. His face was fairly blank, showing no signs of deceit or trustworthiness, so you'd be taking a risk if you released him. You thought to yourself a while, contemplating your options. He could lie, never return, move away, get a new identity, even fake his own death to stay away from you. He could send people after you so you'd never be able to have him again.

He might come back, but have a police squad waiting to arrest you at your next meeting, making sure you'd be the last of his worries. You doubt the police would listen to you, especially if he had close connections with them (you thought he might considering he was going to stop a murder, but you've been wrong before). But he could also be telling the truth and come back to you, return to someone who wanted and loved him. Wouldn't that just be a fairy-tale ending? You snorted at the silly thought.

"I'll let you go." You walked up to him, untied the terribly done knot the hunky man had made and stepped back. "I'll be waiting for you here." Sherlock removed himself from the chair quickly, stood up, and rushed towards the exit...but paused. He turned to look back at you, standing where you had been since allowing him leave, hands clasped together and hanging in front of you. His initial thoughts had been correct, steer clear of any encounter with you if possible.

However, his thoughts might've been off (not wrong of course, they just didn't gain quite the whole truth). Maybe there was a side to you he should return for. You smiled and waved. He felt a small smile try to appear but he stopped it short; he needed to focus on stopping Toby, then he could set his mind on you. He was a puzzle, sure, but you were one as wellーand you were going to be figured out before he came back.