Requests/Plot: Reader was also a consulting detective. Maybe with the prompt "I'd feel much better if you'd let me walk take you home" with Sherlock wanting to make sure that the reader is okay after finishing a tough case? And "You came all the way here for me?" and 'Fingertips brushing hair from your face.' Requested By: Anon "Ace" and a second Anon.
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x GN!Reader
Warnings: Brief mention of violence and hospitals.
Words: 1.3k
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
Elementary Taglist: None; let me know if you want to be added
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You eyed the officers at the door as you shoved the rest of your stuff into a bag. You had been in the hospital for three days, and the officers hadn't once left your door. You knew there had been a possibility of a partner in your most recent case, and now this just confirmed it.
You winced a bit as you sat down in a nearby chair to pull on your shoes. Your mind wandered to Sherlock, wondering if he had any clues to who the partner was. You knew the killer that had been arrested wasn't the type to talk, so Sherlock would have to figure it out on his own.
As if your thoughts summoned him, you look up to see Sherlock step into the room. He held his arms behind his back as he looked around, finally meeting your eyes. "I heard you were going home today."
You smiled softly. "Yes. Any luck with the partner?"
You saw Sherlock wrinkle his nose as he looked around the room again. "Not at the moment, but I'm close." He said softly, and you could tell it was bothering him, not knowing.
"I'm sure you'll catch him." You said with a sigh as you stood up.
You saw Sherlock's eyes look you up and down, and you knew what had happened was playing through his mind. The killer, who you thought was working alone at the time, had suck up on you on your search of his apartment. You fought him rather brutally until Sherlock and Bell showed up to help you.
"Are you sure you should be going home? You still look a bit..." he trailed off as he motioned at you vaguely.
You let out a soft laugh. "I'm fine, just a bit bruised and sore, there's no real reason to keep me here."
Sherlock turned and walked to the window. You watched him curiously, noting how fidgety he appeared to be. "Are you alright Sherlock?"
Turning, he met your eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Closing it, he walked up to you and bounced on the balls of his feet. "I'm...frustrated. That the partner is eluding me so well. But...I'd feel much better if you'd let me take you home"
You watched him for a moment, "You don't think the partner will come after me do you?"
Sherlock looked down at his feet, before meeting your eyes again. "I don't know." You noted the seriousness in his tone.
"It would be easier if he did though, wouldn't it?" You asked, not really thinking about what you said.
Sherlock cocked his head lightly. "I'm not here in hopes of catching him, I-" he seemed to grow more flustered as he spoke. "Well, as hard as it might be to believe, I am only here to make sure you get home safely. I do not want the partner to come for you, no matter how easy that might make it to find him."
"So, you came all the way here for me?" You asked softly, knowing that Sherlock lived on the other side of the city.
He nodded once. "Yes. I did."
You couldn't ignore the swelling you seemed to feel in your chest, or the heat that rose up your neck. Not wanting him to notice, you spun around, and grabbed you bag, ignoring the soreness of your body. "Well then, I don't see why I shouldn't let you take me home."
Turning back, you handed your bag to Sherlock, which he took quickly before turning to leave. You smiled softly at the thought of him caring about you this much as you followed him.
The drive back to your apartment was filled with discussion about the case and the partner, and who they could be. You knew Sherlock was frustrated, but you could also tell there was something else bothering him.
As you got into your apartment, you watched as Sherlock quickly walked through, checking every room before he came back. "All clear?" You asked, only mildly serious.
Sherlock nodded as he looked at the locks on your doors. "You should look into getting better security, I could pick these in my sleep."
"Noted." You said softly as you watched him check your windows. "Sherlock." Not reacting, you spoke louder. "Sherlock."
Turning at the sound of your raised voice, he watched you closely as you walked up to him.
"What is bothering you so much? It's not just that you don't know who the partner is. Is it- are you...worried about me?"
"You seem surprised by the prospect."
"Well, you've not really shown this much concern for me before, at least not this noticeably."
"Yes, well..." He let out a huff of air, seemingly unsure of what to say. "I may- I may blame myself, for what happened to you."
"Why?" You asked with a concerned frown.
"I told you to check the apartment. Alone. I was not thinking of your safety as much as I should have been, and you got hurt. I will not neglect to keep you safe this time."
"So it's not that you are worried, its that you feel guilty? Sherlock we were doing our job. Getting hurt tends to happen sometimes. It wasn't your fault. None of us knew he was going to be there. I don't blame you, so you shouldn't either."
"But I do." His voice was louder as emotion became a bit more obvious in his face. His eyes paused on your cheek, where a bruise was still evident.
You felt your body freeze as he reached up, his fingers hovering over your face where the bruise was, before he moved a strand of lose hair from your face, his fingers grazing your skin softly as he did so.
Seemingly realizing what he was doing, he pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. "I will find the partner. I will."
You smiled softly, and spoke in a soft voice. "I know you will."
His eyes slowly moved to meet yours. "I wont let them hurt you again." His voice was almost a whisper.
"I believe you."
"I-" He began, but stopped, unsure if he should speak.
"What is is Sherlock?"
He crinkled his nose as he thought, before he swallowed, and met your eyes. "I find that... I have- that my...feelings towards you are changing, and have been for some time. And I'm not quite sure...what to do with them."
You took a deep breath, as you tried to steady your heart. "It's alright to feel Sherlock. And whatever you decide to do with your feelings...I'll still be here."
"And if I decide to....embrace them?" He asked softly.
"I wont reject you, if that's what you are afraid of."
He bounced lightly on his feet as he thought in silence for a moment. "I have thought for quite some time that you had feelings for me, but I wasn't positive if maybe I was just projecting."
"You weren't." You admitted.
He nodded his head as he locked his eyes with yours. Taking a step closer, you held your breath, his face not far from yours. His eyes grazed over your features, as he brought his hand up, and again, gently caressed your face. "Then I will...embrace them. I want to."
As various emotions seemed to rocket through you, you nodded your head softly, and smiled at him.
His lips quirked up a bit, as he slowly leaned forward. His lips hovered in front of yours for a moment, brushing ever so lightly, before he leaned in completely. His hand cupped the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, embracing the feelings he had once pushed away.
For the moments, the thoughts of the case, of the partner, were gone from your minds. But Sherlock's determination to keep you safe would remain, well past the closing of this case.
xx End xx
I think I hate this. lmao. idk, I just had a lot of trouble getting it down into words. But I hope you guys like it <3
