A Study in Pink [Reader Insert]

Blurhdeher Cupboardman

     Sherlock frowned, as if affronted, but then a small smile drew across his face. "Too true," he sighed, "But you aren't much better." You wondered what exactly he meant by that. "Shall we get dinner?" Sherlock suggested. 

     John smiled and nodded. "I'm starving." 

    "I know good Chinese, end of Baker Street," Sherlock stepped in, leading the way. "You can always tell a good Chinese by examining the bottom third of the doorhandle-"

     He stopped when he noticed yours and John's attention drawn to something ahead. Parked outside the college gates was the same black limo from Mycroft's hostage visit. "Sherlock, that's him," John whispered. "That's the man we told you about..."

     Sherlock looked up. "I know exactly who that is." He started walking toward Mycroft, who had just stepped out of the limo and was now walking toward his brother as well. They met in the gateway and regarded each other coldly.

     "So!" Mycroft greeted dryly. "Another case cracked. How very public spirited of you, although that's never really your motivation, is it?"

     "What are you doing here?" Sherlock spat. Wow. He really didn't like his brother. Jealousy was definitely a part of it. But Mycroft didn't feel the same way, no matter how he acted. Also, he was a terrible actor. Absolutely terrible.

     "As ever," Mycroft said with pain in his eyes, " I'm concerned about you."

     "Yes. I've been hearing about your concern," Sherlock muttered, casting a side glance you and John.  

     "Always so aggressive," you commented. "Did it ever occur to you, Sherlock, that you and Mycroft are on the same side?"

     "Oddly enough, no."

     "You two have more in common than you like to think. This petty feud you have is simply childish.

     "And you know how it always upset Mummy," added Mycroft.

     Sherlock scoffed, "I upset her? Me?"

     "Wait- wait, hold on." John was deeply puzzled. "Mummy? Who's Mummy?"

    "Their mother." You stated. "This is his brother."

     "What??" John's mouth gaped. "This is your brother??"

     "Of course he's my brother!" Sherlock replied with distaste, as if the very words on his tongue were too disgusting too tolerate. 

     John couldn't seem to be able to wrap his mind around the idea. "So, he's not... I dunno, a criminal mastermind?"

      "Close enough," Sherlock sneered hatefully.

     Mycroft folded his arms and rolled his eyes. "For goodness sake! I occupy a minor position in the British government."

     "You are the British government!" Sherlock argued. He turned to you and John. "When he's not too busy being the British Secret Service or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening, Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home- you know what it does to the traffic." He turned on his heel and stalked away, leaving you, John, and the eldest Holmes brother staring at one another. 

     "So...." John sucked his teeth. "When you say you're concerned about him, you actually are concerned about him?" 

     "Of course," you answered for Mycroft.

     "And it's actually, really, a childish feud?"

     "Oh, he's always been so resentful," Mycroft muttered with a sigh. You laughed and said, "I can imagine the Christmas dinners!"

     John nodded. "Yes. No. Gosh, no!" There was a short awkward silence, but then Mycroft said, "Well, John, you'd better catch up with Sherlock."

      "What about me?" you asked, while John asked the same question (replacing 'me' with 'her,' of course).

     Mycroft gave you a meaningful look. "I only want a quick word before you go on your way."

     You were confused, but nodded to John. After a reluctant "Good night" he left.

     Mycroft waited a second, letting John get some distance. You stood in expectant silence, your mind wandering off while the milliseconds passed. Had you remembered to take your meds this morning? Hmm....

     Mycroft said suddenly, "Right. So, I've got something for you." He reached into his coat and pulled out a black iPhone, possible an iPhone 4. He held it out for you, but you simply stared blankly.

     "I already have a phone," you told him. Mycroft narrowed his eyes. "Well, yes, obviously," he said, "But this is different. This is the phone that you shall contact me with- about Sherlock, among other things. He'll go through your other phone, but this one has fingerprint-scanning technology." He showed you the back of the phone, which had a little section that could fit a thumb. "Only you and I can open it. He won't be able to go looking through it."

    "Oh." You took the phone and inspected it, pushing your thumb against the back to test it out. The screen lit up, but you turned it off again and tried it with your index finger. It worked again, so you assumed that it would work with any finger, probably on either hand. "Handy."

      Mycroft cracked a smile. "I imagine so."

     You smiled back and tucked the phone into your pant pocket, then mock saluted to the Holmes brother. "See ya!" you called, and started walking away. 

     "Good night, (Y/N)!" he called back.

     You caught up with Sherlock and John down the street as Sherlock was saying the name "Moriarty."

      "Who's Moriarty?" you asked, falling in step with the two. "Who?" John asked.

      "Well, it's not a what," said Sherlock. "Have you ever heard of a Moriarty? It's a name, not an object."

     "Well, it's a very unique name!" John jumped to his own defense. "I've certainly never heard of someone with that sort of name. Sounds like a crackhead."

      "Speaking of which!" Sherlock glared at you as the three of you walked. "We need to talk about that drug bust business! That was not- it- it wasn't-"

      "Oh, please, can you fight about it later?" John interrupted tiredly. "We're supposed to celebrate now. We just took down a serial killer! And besides, I'm starving."

      Silence fell.  You three walked in silence along the sidewalk, until you muttered under your breath, "You're just jealous because your date is talking to someone else."

      "I heard that! I'm not his date!"

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I should say

that I'm going to be starting the next episode and I'll publish the first chapter soon.

     In case you were wondering, no, there was no rock-hard evidence of SherlockxReader. Okay, there was, but not much. That's because I plan to develop the relationship over the episodes. Okay, thanks for reading. Bye!