You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Blind Banker: Chapter 1

Although the negative attention didn't bother you, you didn't feel like getting in a fight at a damned supermarket. 'Sorry!' You mouthed to the man behind you, who just rolled his eyes. That was commonly a sign of non-verbal passive-aggressiveness. Maybe this man needed a little beating around. You could definitely take him down.

Whoa, okay, Y/N. Let's not overthink this, you thought. It's just a grumpy, idiot human. You sometimes attempted to be nice after you clearly further irritated him and you'd gotten negative feedback. This is why you rarely tried anymore... but why had this man's actions make you feel... off? Whatever, you thought. You didn't want to think of the likely possibility of what it meant so you turned your attention back to John.

"Do you have any cash, Y/N?" John glanced desperately at you and you shook your head, biting your lip.

"I left it at my flat. Didn't think I'd be coming." You stated, shrugging apologetically at him. At that statement John seemed to deflate, his anger rising.

"Card not authorised." The machine said again and John shook his head, very annoyed at this point.

"Keep it. Keep that." John grumbled, waving his hand at the machine before starting to walk away and towards the store's exit.

"But John, the groceries!" You yelled, running after him. Even though John was angry, those were perfectly good groceries you were leaving behind!

"I need cash! And apparently a new credit card!" John yelled, continuing to walk out of the store. You sighed, taking one last look back at all the items you spent loads of time gathering, before you followed John from the shop, and back to 221B Baker Street. What a waste of your time and very inconvenient. You'd make sure you wouldn't go shopping with John again.

You arrived back at the flat, unfortunately, empty-handed. Sherlock sat just where the two of you had left him before you'd left. Sitting in his chair, reading a book. His right leg was crossed over his left and his arms propped up on the sides of the chair, the book held close to his face. But you noticed the place looked a bit different, some things were slightly moved from when you'd left.

For example, the kitchen table was slightly crooked before you left, the chairs around it not entirely pushed in. Now, it was straightened up, the chairs pushed in. There were newspapers scattered around the floor and coffee table, that were now in a messy stack on Sherlock's desk. You noticed a couple other minor things, also. Like how the corner of the rug was folded over, as if someone had tripped over it and how Sherlock's chair was at a slightly different angle than before...

It looked to you as if someone hurriedly tried to tidy up a bit, you knew it couldn't have been Mrs Hudson. Sherlock never cleaned, so that meant something had gone down at the flat while you were gone. You studied Sherlock, something had happened and he hadn't even let you know. He'd just ditched you, making you go through the horrible process of shopping with a very impatient John. You'd take this out with him later.

"You two took your time." Sherlock stated, not looking up from his book. You glanced around the flat, studying it further. You wanted to piece together what had happened here.

"Yeah, we didn't get the shopping." John told Sherlock, scanning the flat, still irritated about the whole 'shopping situation'. He huffed, rolling his shoulders as he stepped from foot to foot.

"What? Why not?" Sherlock now looked up from his book, looking over the two of you, a confused look held upon his features. His eyes stopped upon John, for he had noticed his irritated actions. Your eyes went to Sherlock and you dropped the whole slightly askew flat situation to tell him what had happened at the store.

"John, he um, had a row at the shop. With a chip and PIN machine. Another reason emotion is on the losing side. Now I don't have my groceries. Very inconvenient." You stated as Sherlock listened, his eyes then flashed to a still very angry John.

"You..." Sherlock stopped thinking for a moment. "You had a row with a machine?" Sherlock inquired, furrowing his eyebrows quizzically at John.

"Sort of. It sat there and I shouted abuse. Have you got any cash? Y/N didn't bring hers." John nodded back at you monotone.

"Take my card." Sherlock nodded towards the kitchen table, a small smile playing on his lips. John started for the kitchen where Sherlock's wallet sat upon the kitchen table. Before he reached the kitchen he stopped in its archway, turning back to Sherlock. You subtly continued to glance around the flat.

"You could always go yourself, you know, and Y/N would agree, she suggested it to me herself today. Besides, you've been sitting there all morning. You haven't even moved since Y/N and I left." Sherlock flipped a page in his book, looking suspicious. He avoided eye contact as John said this. You assumed only you had caught that and John hadn't. It looked to you as if he was recalling something that had recently happened. He was replaying the scenario in his mind.

John turned, walking back to the table, scooping up Sherlock's wallet digging through it to look for Sherlock's card. "And what happened to that case you were offered, the Jaria diamond?" John asked, still flipping through Sherlock's wallet.

"Not interested." Sherlock, quickly closed his book, locking eyes with you as he casually pushed a sword farther under his chair with his foot. How had you not noticed that before? You squinted at him crossing your arms over your chest, he had already finished the Jaria diamond case. Without you! He gave you a look that told you not to tell John, and you hesitantly agreed. "I sent them a message." He then said, crossing his ankles and tucking his feet under the chair. Sent them a 'message' you thought ironically. You would've thought it was boring since Sherlock hadn't called you, but the sword said otherwise. You'd missed out on a fun case.

In the kitchen, John seemed to notice a scratch on the table and he sighed rubbing at it with his finger. "Holmes..." He muttered, shaking his head before turning away. He tucked Sherlock's wallet into his coat, then walked towards the door to again leave the flat. You and Sherlock watched him closely, Sherlock a bit worried John might notice what had earlier happened. "Coming?" John turned to you before he exited the flat.

"Sorry, I'll pass this time." You stated, wanting Sherlock to explain what had happened. John sighed before leaving the flat.

"Don't forget milk!" You yelled to him as you heard his feet descend down the stairs. You heard him grumble a reply as he slammed the door behind him and left. At the sound of the door closing you hurried over to Sherlock, sitting on the arm of his chair. He grinned at you, already knowing what you wanted to hear, so he immediately started to explain the entire case to you in detail.