Warnings: People going missing, Sherlock is drunk
Mabye he does fanices you??
You were making a new recipe in the new bakery you had opened when you heard the bell ring. Walks in is a very tall man. Hair black and slightly curly at the end. He was dressed in a trench coat with his cane and top hat. He walks up to the counter and states.
"Hello madam, could I have your assistance in procuring a dessert for my younger sister, Enola. She loves sweets, and I would be grateful if you could recommend a confectioner who might offer a suitable delicacy.
“Good day to you too sir, umm let me think” you are thinking about a good dessert leaving the man a bit embarrassed. “ A chocolate marshmallow cake would be the most suitable for your sister” you say. “Then I'll take that.” the man replies. You wrap up the cake in a sage colored box neatly put into a pink and yellow bag with a ribbon tining the handles together.
“That would be 5 pounds Mr. Holmes” you say hand out waiting for your payment. He kinda just stared at you for a moment. When he snapped out of his trance he handed you the money and he walked out of the door.
That was just one of the many interactions you had. After that day he came in everyday asking for your opinion on anything he could think of about sweets. And when he finally ran out of questions to ask you he offered his help anytime he walked in. It was as if he practically worked there.
But hey you weren’t complaining. You needed the extra help as being a one man band. So now anytime Sherlock walked in he would immediately walk behind the counter and help with what he usually did. Taking orders, Cleaning up a bit, Flirting with you from time to time you know just the usual stuff he did.
Sometimes he would forget he is also a normal citizen because sometimes he could be a tad bit rude and make customers walk out. You understood why he was like this but it could get annoying but you learned to live with it. I mean you really didn’t want to let him go. It was good too have company. And you had to admit you had the tiniest crush on him who wouldn’t?
But one day he just didn’t show up. You were worried and wrote him a letter to get no response back. So a week later with no message from sherlock, while the bakery was closed you walked to Enola’s business to see if she knew her brother's whereabouts. You had never actually met her in person but maybe Sherlock had mentioned you once or twice. You really hoped he did so you would sound like a complete physio.
You opened the door to see enola at her desk reading something about Dr. John Watson was missing. You knew who that was from Sherlock. It was his partner in crime but Sherlock never told you he went missing. You were even more worried now and walked up to Enola.
"Excuse me, Miss Enola Holmes, but I am inquiring about the whereabouts of your brother, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. I'm Y/n Y/l/n and he hasn’t been showing up to the bakery he helps me with.” You say. Enola stands up right away putting away the newspaper she was just reading."Ah, I know who you are. Yes He speaks of you often, you know. I'm afraid I don't know his current whereabouts, but I'm sure he would be thrilled to see you again. Perhaps I can help you find him?"
You blushed a bit. He speaks of you?! It was shocking for the most part but you responded saying “That would be most appreciated thank you Enola”. “Oh no problem let’s walk to his house first” Enola said thinking about the first place she could imagine him at. As the two of you walked in, Enola finally spoke up “You know Sherlock fancies you very much”. You immediately stopped walking.
In retaliation you said “ You're off one’s chump Enola, He would never have feelings for me.” . “Are you sure about that? Any time i’m around him he always has to mention you like a trillion times” Enola says, trying to convince you. You just laugh and continue walking wondering to yourself if Sherlock actually has feelings for you.
But no Enola was just trying to wake the snakes that had to be it. But anyways a couple minutes go by and as you’re almost at his house a drunk guy bumps into you. You apologize many times then once he sees your face he gives you a tight hug. “Sherlock?!” you say in surprise. “Ahh yes my lover i haven't seen you in forever”
Right then and there you push him off and slap him across his face angry that this is what he has been doing this whole time while you had been worried sick. “What is wrong with your Sherlock?! If written messages walked around town for you and a well later you come up out of nowhere drunk calling me your lover and saying you haven’t seen me in forever?! Probably because you weren’t even bothered to say hello or let me know if you were ok or not!” You were just telling him letting the angry out that had funded out of nowhere.
You were just so angry with the fact that he didn’t let you know he was ok rather than just get drunk until he didn’t know what he was saying. “But Y/n- I I did respond to your- Oh i think i’m going to throw up”. His words were slurred and he was stumbling as he talked to you. You were mad but didn’t want to leave him like this and you didn’t want to keep Enola from work so you told her it was ok to leave and you would deal with sherlock.
Enola told you the rest of the directions to Sherlock’s house so you walked up to the door and asked Sherlock for his keys. “Sherlock, where are your keys?” you asked. Sherlock still drink said “ Ill only tell youu for a kiss” . Looking at him with his hair a mess, cheeks flushed, half conscious you couldn’t take him seriously just gave him a quick pack on the cheek but he had turned his head causing you to kiss him on the lips.
Sherlock tried to deepen the kiss by putting his hand behind your neck but you had to stop. So you pulled away. You were blushing so much but he finally handed over the keys with a cheekish grin. You headed him into the very messy house. You didn’t bother it and looked for what you thought was his bedroom.
When you found it he flopped onto the bed falling asleep right away. You went to his kitchen right away to make something turn when he woke up then wrote a note to him……
I hope this letter finds you well. I must confess that I have been quite worried about you these past few days. You are such a brilliant detective, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you.
I understand that you are drunk but when you wake up, please know that there are cookies waiting for you on your table, just the way you like them. I hope they will bring a smile to your face and remind you that I appreciate you.
Please take care of yourself Sherlock. I need you at the bakery and miss your presence even if I'm a bit mad at you.
….. The next morning he walked Sherlock’s back to his neatly put up self. He walked up behind the counter to where you were while the bakery was about to open. “Y/n umm i wanted to apologize for yesterday's events. And I am truly sorry for not speaking to you in the past week. It's just-”. He sighs trying to find the right words. “My partner Watson has gone missing and i’ve been worried trying to find him and-”. Right then and there you give him a tight hug.
“You don’t have to explain anything Sherlock just thank you for coming in today” You say still hugging him tight . “Thank you Y/n Y/l/n, I love you”. He whispered the last part to himself not wanting you to hear how he really feels about you. Maybe he does fancies you, you think too yourself.
