You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Hounds of Baskerville: Chapter 7

"You do?" Barrymore asked, gazing at Dr. Frankland.

"Yeah. I'm getting a little slow on faces but Mr. Holmes here isn't someone I'd expect to show up in this place." The major gaze rested on Sherlock as Dr. Franklannd continued. You were starting to grow anxious over what this man was about to say.

"Ah, well..." Sherlock started. Dr. Frankland must've recognized Sherlock from the papers. You didn't think it would clear anything up if he said that Sherlock was Mycroft's brother, in fact it might just make it worse.

"Good to see you again, Mycroft." Dr. Frankland outstretched his hand to Sherlock and you let out a breath of relief. Thank god he went along with it. Sherlock shook his hand and Dr. Frankland smiled, turning back to the Major. "I had the honor of meeting Mr. Holmes at the W.H.O convention in... Brussels, was it?" Sherlock's eyes darted towards Major Barrymore to see if he was buying it. He seemed to be at the moment, you watched Sherlock closely awaiting his response.

"Vienna." He corrected, looking calm despite all three of you almost getting caught.

"Vienna, that's it." Frankland turned back to the Major, explaining the situation. "This is Mr. Mycroft Homles, Major. There's obviously been a mistake." The major looked at Sherlock awhile before he turned to Lyons, who went back and shut the alarms off.

"On your head be it, Doctor Frankland." Barrymore said a bit intensely, staring up at him.

"I'll show them out, Corporal." Dr. Frankland smiled and you all went towards the exit which was now opening as you quickly walked through without Barrymore or Lyons following behind. You wondered why Dr. Frankland had covered your butts. He could get in some huge trouble if they found out the truth; fired, most likely. He'd definitely known who you actually were, so you figured he was interested in what you were doing here.

Sherlock continued his quick pace towards the car as you and John followed, John gave you a look that showed he was still worried about getting caught. You were sure you'd just gotten away with it, they wouldn't bother coming back to change their minds after Barrymore had threatened Dr. Frankland.

"Thank you." Sherlock simply said as he continued on his way. You knew something was up when Dr. Frankland continued to follow the three of you out.

"This is about Henry Knight, isn't it?" He asked, catching up with you to walk by your side. You sighed, so this is what it was all about. He knew Henry. None of you answered his questions, of course. He didn't need any reason to know what the three of you were doing here. The less he knew, the better. "I thought so. I knew he wanted help, but I didn't know he was going to contact Sherlock Holmes! And Y/n Y/l/n. Wow." You turned to see him grinning ear to ear, fantastic. He was a fan. "Oh, don't worry. I know who you really are. I'm never off your website. Thought you'd be wearing the hat, though." You held in your smile successfully, unlike John. Who had a huge grin plastered across his face, Sherlock didn't quite like that. He gave you both a dark glare. You gave him a shrug, telling him you didn't smile, but of course he knew better than that. He could read right through you.

"That wasn't my hat." Sherlock told him grumpily, adjusting his coat.

"I hardly recognize him without the hat!" He exclaimed, turning to you and John still with his cheery smile. You again bit your lip to hold in a smile, making sure to poke more fun at Sherlock later about the hat. It was kind of fun making him angry.

"It wasn't my hat." Sherlock again told him, looking off into the distance at the many soldiers working around the base.

"I love the blog too, Doctor Watson." Dr. Frankland told John as he shoved his hands into his lab coat's pockets. So this guy was a huge fan, if he looked at Sherlock's website AND John's blog. You were thankful he at least got you out of the sticky situation you were all in.

"Oh, cheers." John smiled as you continued to pace, he was at least attempting to hold back some of his pride.

"The, er, the Pink thing..." He began listing off his favorite posts of John's. John just nodded along as he spoke. "...and the one about the Aluminium crutch!" You gazed around as the three of you walked along in a mere moment of silence. "And Dr. Y/l/n! I heard rumors there may be a book in the works?" You raised your eyebrows at that, you hadn't told anyone about that. You had been writing a little, but not for a while now. Too much had stalled your creative flow, plus you were always busy solving cases with Sherlock.

"Where did you-" You began to ask, but Sherlock cut you off, per usual.

"You know Henry Knight?" Sherlock stepped in front of Dr. Frankland and you all stopped as Sherlock interrogated him on his knowledge of Henry.

"Well, I knew his dad better. He had all sorts of mad theories about this place. Still, he was a good friend." Dr. Frankland nodded.

You looked at Sherlock with a curious look, wanting to know a bit more about Henry's father and his relations with the doctor. Dr. Frankland gazed behind him and you saw Major Barrymore standing outside Baskerville, watching you all very intensely. What a creep... you thought as he stood staring you all down.

"Listen, I can't really talk now. Here's my, er, cell number. If I could help with Henry, give me a call." Dr. Frankland fished around in his breast pocket, before handing a small card over to Sherlock with his details on it.

"I never did ask, Dr. Frankland. What exactly is it that you do here?" Sherlock simply asked, you looked to the Doctor, curious as well.

"Oh, Mr. Holmes, I would love to tell you - but then, of course I'd have to kill you!" He grinned as he let out a light hearted chuckle. Sherlock, of course, didn't laugh. You crossed your arms, still not really sure what to think of this man.

"That would be tremendously ambitious of you." Sherlock stared at him as his smile quickly faded and he shrugged, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Tell us about Dr. Stapleton." You leaned closer to Sherlock to get a better view of the doctor's face as his eyes darted towards you as you spoke.

"Never speak ill of a colleague." Dr. Frankland shook his head with a sort of sad smile. You took a step closer to him, studying his features. He could tell what you were doing, but if he was a fan, he had to know what you and Sherlock could do.

"Yet you'd speak well of one." You stepped back, keeping your protective posture as you watched him.

"...which you seem to be clearly omitting to." Sherlock added.

"I do seem to be, don't I?" Frankland gave a small, mysterious smile to you and Sherlock and you shook your head at him. What game was he playing?

"I'll be in touch." Sherlock told him as he raised Dr. Frankland's card towards him, showing that he would, in fact, be in touch.

"Anytime." Dr. Frankland responded as you, Sherlock, and John quickly turned away to make it to the car. Sherlock tucked the card into his coat as the three of you walked in a horizontal line back towards the Jeep.

"So?" John asked, giving Sherlock a sideways glance as you walked.

"So?" Sherlock repeated, not seeing what John wanted to hear.

"What was all that about the rabbit?" Rather than answering John's question, Sherlock smiled flipping up his coat's collar and adjusting his jacket around his body. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Oh, please, can we not do this, this time?" John precisely read your thoughts as you made your way to the passenger's side of the Jeep and he made his way to the back, stopping to look at Sherlock with an annoyed look.

"Do what?" Sherlock asked, acting confused as he gazed at John.

"You being all mysterious with your... cheekbones and turning your coat collar up so you look cool."

John continued to the Jeep and opened the door to get in as Sherlock pondered this. "... I don't do that." He responded, not seeming so sure.

"Yes you do." John replied, hoping in the back. Sherlock looked to you for backup and you shrugged.

"Doesn't take the best deducer in London to figure that one out, Sherlock." You smiled at his confused and somewhat annoyed look as you jumped in the Jeep, ready to leave.