#elementary joan

Her comment made you lower your gaze, numbly. The police car drove off as you saw him through the window. His gaze still clear on you. Grimacing joyfully at his achievements. At his achievement of having deceived you.

Unable to look more at him, you turned your head away. Eyes closing to withhold your tears. Tears for how ridiculous and ashamed you felt. Ashamed that he had found a way to get close. Too close. You thought you knew him. It all started out as a helpless neighbour. Then it became familiars to friends.

He had woven a way in your life without knowing his true intentions of background. Unaware of the fact that he was out for a reckoning. Sizzling like a snake just to find a moment to strike. Countless of other women he had already kidnapped and tortured. If it wasn’t for Sherlock, you might have been next.

Wiping your cheeks, Joan moved her head up from your little movement. – “I’m alright.” – you reminded her once more. Turning around as your gaze fell upon him. Sherlock Holmes. Something unreadable in his expression.

It made Joan look between the two of you. Taking a deep breath, he approached you. Curling up a saddened smile, you readied yourself for an embrace. Arms already  opening a bit till they lowered. Struck by another reality.

Sherlock’s expression hardened as he removed his hand from his pocket. – “I can’t believe you!” – he called out, making you flutter taken back by his words. – “Have you truly become that blind by a guy? So blind that you couldn’t even deduct his intentions.” – he shouted out, waving his hand around in accusations.

“If it wasn’t for me smelling his intentions from a mile away, you’d be looking a lot less nice as you do now!” – his words firing at you like bullets. – “Sherlock.” – Joan said seeing how this was not helping right now.

Sherlock threw his hand up to her for silence. – “Well it was almost over, you know.” – Sherlock began once more. – “O-our little family unit. You, me, Joan!” – he shuddered out. Lip quivering that tiny bit as you noticed the change in his eyes. More saddened than ever. – “I know.” – you responded lowly, batting your gaze down.

Sherlock shifted the weight on his feet. – “We’re supposed to be partners!” – his words shouting at you. Blaming you for not noticing it. For not telling him. For not seeking comfort. – “I know.” – was the only response you could give him. – “I can’t believe you have been this stupid, Y/n!” – his final words making you swallow hard.

Lifting your head up with tears in your eyes. – “Yes, I have been stupid!” – you shouted back. – “I am the things you accuse me off. Stupid, blind, clueless and I should be ashamed of myself, but believe me Sherlock I am!”

Joan stared with wide eyes back at you. Then at Sherlock, seeing him tense his jaw. Trying to hide his true emotions. – “I…I can’t be around someone this clueless.” – he mumbled to himself, turning away to pinch his nose bridge. – “Don’t say that.” – Joan said touching

Sherlock by his arm, but he just shrugged her touch away. Sniffing loud, you searched your pockets, trying to withhold a sob. Sherlock turned his head curious hearing the dangling of keys. Eyes slightly widening when you held your keys up.

The keys to the apartment you shared. – “Then don’t.” – you spoke taking a step forwards. Slapping your keys in his hand. Urging him to take them. The keys nearly falling out of his hand, making him stumble to keep a hold of them before dropping to the ground.

“Y/n… please… Sherlock didn’t meant it…” – her head went with a glare at him. – “Did you Sherlock?” – keeping her glare on him to think before he speaks. – “I did.” – he responded without a second thought. Joan closed her eyes with a heavy sigh.

You knew enough, turning on your heel. Taking off in the night, leaving your once known partners alone. Joan came up to his face, making him jump out of his skin. – “You know not everything is about you, you know that right?” – she told him.

“Because congratulations Holmes, you just broke up our little family unit as you so love to call it.” – Joan left with those words, giving him something to think about. Sherlock stared a bit into the distance before following her back to the apartment.

Joan sighed loud at the scenery. Sherlock sitting in silence, staring at the dangling keys between his fingers. Your keys. – “Stop being stubborn and call her back.” – Joan told him, having enough of his contemplating. – “No…” – Sherlock muttered out, not tearing his gaze away from the keys.

It made Joan sigh even louder to let him know how ridiculous he was being. – “You are being ridiculous.” – she said, throwing a shirt at him. It made him jump up. – “I am not!” – he shouted back. Expression stern and grumpily. Having heard something he didn’t like.

With a huff, he pulled his shirt a bit more down, taking his leave. Joan rolled her eyes at him. Sherlock slowed his pace nearing your door. Touching the cuffs on his sleeve to occupy himself thoughtfully. Brows slightly furrowed, contemplating about you. Something missing ever since you left.

Clearing his throat, he moved further, going towards his room. Closing the door behind him. Pulling his chair back as he came sitting at his desk. Pulling the folder a bit closer to him. Reading the first few lines of the police report with a smile. – “Y/n would love this.” – he spoke to himself.

When he caught himself smiling, he quickly cleared his throat. Letting his smile falter. – “It was not I that got themselves manipulated.” – he scoffed out, crossing his arms. Puffing loud, he tried to make himself feel better by acting a bit cocky. That something like that would’ve never happened with him.

When the sun was setting knocked Joan at his door. – “What do you want for diner?” – she asked on the other side of the door. Sherlock got up, opening the door. – “What does Y/n want?” – he blurted out as his eyes suddenly widened. Joan quirked her brow up.

“I…I…I mean whatever you want.” – he quickly tried to recover, but Joan was already smiling. – “Just call her. You missing her is starting to get a bit annoying.” – she gave him a little shove to get it in his head. Sherlock cleared his throat. – “I…I don’t miss her.” – he responded.

“Uh-hu.” – Joan said unbelieving. – “So constantly looking at her door, beginning a conversation to her when she is not here is not missing her?” – she explained further, needing him to understand just how much he missed he. – “I..I don’t do that.” – Sherlock called out, his voice going a pitch higher.

“Your voice pitched.” – Joan pointed out. – “It… it did not.” – he deepened his voice with a little clearance. Joan rolled with her eyes, taking out her phone. – “Call her!” – making it clear to him.

Sherlock swallowed nervously when Joan shoved her phone closer to him. He shakingly accepted it. – “Be honest with her, Sherlock.” – she finished, taking her leave. Sherlock stared down at the phone before dialling your number. Waiting for your answer. “Hello Joan.” Hearing your voice made him close his eyes with a warm sigh. – “Hello Y/n.” – he spoke.

There was a silence at the other end as he knew you were caught by surprise. – “I…I’d like to see you if you allow me.” – he continued, hoping you would agree. Another pause, making him fear the worst. – “Fine…” – you agreed with soft sigh. Sherlock asked you to come to the apartment. Joan took her leave, wanting to give the two of you some privacy.

Sherlock waited patiently for you. Taking a deep breath when the door opened. Curling up a tiny smile at the sight of you. – “You wanted to see me.” – you said stepping closer to him. – “Yes… and I very much like you to listen to me.” – he began. – “Sherlock, I think I have enough of your blaming.” – you interrupted him.

“No-no-no wait, listen to me Y/n.” – he quickly jumped in, not wanting you to leave. You gestured at him to continue, crossing your arms. – “I… I know I tend to make things all about me. Speak before I think. I shouldn’t have acted that way. I should’ve comforted you instead.” – he went further, nervously fumbling with his hands.

“We both know that isn’t like you.” – you responded, turning away from him. Sherlock moved forwards, grabbing you by your elbow to keep you in place. – “I was a dick. I tend to say the wrong things whenever I don’t know how to deal with it.” – he called out, pulling you towards him. – “I’ve been wrong again, wrong. I…I’m sorry…” – he let out taking you by your other elbow as well.

Staring deeply at you. – “I…I… Joan wants me to admit that I have missed you… and to be truthful I have. I have missed you Y/n. Very much.” – you blinked surprised when he pushed a stray of hair behind your ear. – “I’m sorry…please forgive me and come back… for I can’t fantom not having you by my side.” – he breathed out letting his touch go down your cheek to your chin.

Shuddering out a breath at his touch. Sherlock took another step closer to you. – “Please… come home.” – he wanted nothing more. You curled up a smile, touching his shoulder as you brought your head closer to him. Leaving a caring kiss against his cheek. Leaning a bit back, your gaze got caught with his. His breath hot on yours. Gaze falling lower with a yearning. Sucking in a breath, you felt compelled. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. Kissing you deeply.

Breaking the kiss off, Sherlock took a step back with a clearance of his throat. – “Not a word to Joan about this.” – he said making you laugh loud.

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