You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Lying Detective: Chapter 3

"Hospital?" John questioned. You were unaware of the hospital thing as well, but you'd deal with it as it came. Sherlock looked like he hadn't really known about it either, so perhaps it was a last minute thing that Smith wanted to happen... That didn't seem like a good idea.

"Culverton's doing a visit. The kids would love to meet you both. I think he sort of promised." Cornelia grinned, clasping her hands together as she looked up at Sherlock.

"Oh, okay." Sherlock nodded, beginning to walk away. He took your hand as he went, pulling you along with him. You were slightly surprised he hadn't just left you behind but smiled slightly as he pulled you away. Even drugged Sherlock sometimes had a heart.

Sherlock held out his hand for you as you squatted down to shimmy into the limousine that was sitting out front waiting to take you to the hospital. You took your time scooting to the far side of the limo, before sighing as you strapped your seatbelt on. Sherlock climbed in after you, pulling a phone from his pocket and rapidly typing on it. You squinted your eyes at it, knowing it wasn't his own. After looking at it for a minute, you released a long breath.

"So, that's why we came here." He hummed a reply, continuing to type. He'd stolen Smith's phone! Now that was funny.

"So who is it you're texting?" Sherlock was silent and you sighed, of course he'd make you figure it out yourself. You thought for a moment before you came to a conclusion. "Faith, right. The daughter." You nodded. That would make sense from what Sherlock had told you about her.

Soon, John finally came to join the two of you- he'd been escorted out by Corenila. He scooted in next to Sherlock, closing the door behind himself.

"So... what are we doing here? What's the point?" He shook his head, still not getting it. Oh, John, how you envied his simple mind.

"I needed a hug." Sherlock spoke, still typing on the phone. He had a rather long message he needed to send. Or a well thought out one.

You jumped slightly as someone rapped on John's window with their knuckles. You looked over to see Smith and you outwardly groaned as John rolled down the window for him to speak. What did he want now?

"What do you think, Mr Holmes? 'Cereal' killer." He grinned, ducking slightly through the window. You had to audibly hold back your scoff of disgust.

"It's funny 'cause it's true!" Sherlock chuckled, not looking at Smith- his attention focused on Smith's phone. Smith didn't seem to notice yet that it was his phone Sherlock had in his hands.

"See you at the hospital." Smith started to walk away and Sherlock looked up from the phone, calling out to him.

"Oh, you can have this back now."

At that, Smith stopped. You could hear the sound of a text being sent as Smith walked back towards the limo.

"Have what back?" How had he not noticed his phone was missing? Sherlock had had it the entire time you'd been there.

"Thanks for the hug." Sherlock smiled as he leaned across John to hold the phone out for Smith. He took it with a frown. "Oh, I sent and deleted a text. You might get a reply but I doubt it." Sherlock settled back into his seat and you tried to act like you weren't part of this conversation as you looked out the opposite window.

"It's password protected." Smith spoke, glancing down at his phone before looking back up at Sherlock.

"Please!" Sherlock looked at Smith, of course it'd be simple for Sherlock to guess a password. He'd become dangerously good at that.

"We're going to have endless fun, aren't we? Me and the Holmes family." Smith chuckled, and you turned to look at him with a death glare. You weren't playing his little games and he wasn't going to pull you into the danger. He wouldn't. But he could sure as hell mess with you just as much by messing with Sherlock. That was your weak point.