BBC Sherlock Oneshots and Imagines

You were more than ready for today to be over.

You needed a nap.

You needed a good cry.

You needed a hug.

The blonde ended up taking the last pastry, and the barista said there were no more, you’d have to wait thirty more minutes to get one. You waved a hand in the air, telling her to forget about it (You had a hoard of ice cream at home, you’d try that instead) and took your coffee.

You looked at the door. A group of men in business suits and sunglasses all gathered in front of the entrance, meaning it was going to be almost impossible for you to get out. Great.

You found a chair in the corner of the cafe, deicing to sit there until the crowd died down enough so you might actually be able to get through. You debated on pushing them all. You wanted to, but you didn’t want to make a scene either. That wouldn’t help anything, so you watched them, waiting for them to move and order their coffee.

“Waiting for someone?” You jumped, not expecting the smooth, low voice to come from over your shoulder.

You turned, seeing the man who spoke. He was Irish, as his accent suggested, dark hair slicked back, and he was dressed in a nice suit. He smiled at you, briefly.

You shook your head. “No, just waiting on the crowd to die down.”

He nodded, walking around the table, and gesturing to the chair across from you.

“May I have a seat?”

You knew it was dangerous to interact with strangers, but you were in a crowded coffee shop, what could go wrong?

“Of course.”

He took a  seat, putting his arms on the table in front of you and leaning forward.

It was a slightly awkward silence. You sipped your coffee a couple of times, waiting for him to start the conversation, but he never did. He only sat with you, watching the people around you, occasionally turning his gaze towards you as you took another sip of coffee. It was almost still too hot to enjoy, but you didn’t know what else to do.

Your phone going off was you saving grace, or so you thought. A text would be a nice distraction, but instead it only added to your day.

Your family was planning on coming in for the weekend, staying with you and seeing all of London’s sights. Instead, they decided they couldn’t have too many issues at home. They couldn’t afford to leave for the weekend.

You dropped your phone on the table and sighed.

“Bad news?” He asked.

“Yes, kind of.” Part of you knew you shouldn’t, but another part of you, the larger part, simple didn’t care. “I’ve had an awful day,  I made one little mistake at work and my boss yells at me like it’s the end of the world, work is hell anyway, then that happened and all my coworkers heard it and they started treating me like I had the plague, I was up to my eyelids in paperwork, none of them would help me, they just sat around the water fountain and gossiped.” You were running out of breath, and he was listening intently as you kept going. “Then this was supposed to be a nice treat for myself, but it’s crowded, someone took the last pastry that I really, really wanted and there weren’t going to be any more until half and hour later, so I said forget it because I didn’t think i was going to be here, but now I cant get out and I should have just gone ahead and bought a pastry, but now if I go get one now, it’ll take thirty minutes for me to get up there and by the time I do they’ll be gone again, and my family was supposed to come into town, I bought tickets and cleared my schedule for them.” You had no idea why you were telling a stranger all of this, but it felt great. You felt like, with every complaint, a weight was being lifted, little by little. “I even declined a date from a really cute, nice guy from work that I really, really liked, and now they’re not coming.” Towards the end of your rant, your voice got softer and he leaned in closer to be able to hear you. “And I’m telling you all this and you don’t even know my name.” You stuck a hand out over the table. “Y/f/n.”

He smiled, grabbing your hand and shaking it. “Jim.” he responded. “And it sounds like your day can only get better from here.”

“Or worse.” You mumbled. “I still have to walk home and it looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Let me call you a cab then.” He offered. “My treat, whenever you’re ready to leave.”

He smiled a little at the offer, and you weren’t going to turn it down. “Thanks.” You let out a deep breath. “It would make this nap come much faster. That’s what I need. A nap and a hug.” You voiced your needs with no intentions, yet Jim stood from the table, finding an empty space beside it, holding out his arms.

Against your better judgement, you stood and wrapped your arms around his torso as his went around your shoulders. For a moment, it felt nice and almost familiar. You fit together perfectly and you really didn’t want to let go, especially when he started swaying a little. You swore you would have fallen asleep if a pan from the back of the cafe didn’t fall, causing helf of the cafe (you included) to jump.

You released your hold on Jim and he did the same, stepping back from eachother.

“You know, you really should be careful.” He warned you. Your brows furrowed.

“Why?”

“There are pickpockets everywhere.”

A sly grin spread across his face as he handed you a waller-your wallet. You stood there, gapping at it, taking it back quickly as he chuckled and you couldn’t help a laugh yourself. He gave it back, you weren’t mad, but you checked your other pockets just to be sure.

“How did you do that?” You asked, realising nothing else was missing from your person.

“Magic.” He responded. “Let me call you that cab.” He took his phone and dialed the number. You looked down at your wallet, then looked inside it, making sure all of your cash was still there. It was, thankfully, along with a slip of paper. You took it out, seeing Jim’s name written on it, along with a phone number. You shoved it back in your wallet, trying to hide a smile.

“It’s on it’s way.” he noticed you putting the paper back in your wallet and smiled. “Call me sometime. It sounds like you’re free this weekend.”

You smiled, intrigued by him, and you nodded. “I’m sure I could pencil you in somewhere.”