Carry Me Home (ShelockxReader)

You stood in the area outside Mrs. Hudson’s door staring in the mirror. You fidgeted with the bottom of your dress trying to smooth out any wrinkles in the black fabric. After it was smoothed you then ran your hands up and down the long lace sleeves trying to make the fabric lay straight. Even then you couldn’t stop yourself from fidgeting because something still felt off. The hem fell just above your knee and it felt weird not having the usual feel of jeans against your legs. You were only wearing the dress because you were taking Mrs. Hudson out to dinner and she wanted to go to this new fancy Italian restaurant. A place like that required certain attire.

“Mrs. Hudson are you almost ready?” You called over your shoulder as you stepped into your red stilettos.

“Oh yes just one second dear!” She called as you heard her rummaging through a jewelry box. You turned back to the mirror again taking in your appearance when Sherlock and John came bounding down the stairs.

“Ah there you are (y/n). Come along we have a case,” Sherlock said as he grabbed your arm and began pulling you out the door.

“But Sherlock Mrs. Hudson and I were just leaving!”

“But there are murders (y/n)! Much more important than dinner,” Sherlock said as he continued walking out.

“Oh don’t bother trying to fight with him (y/n). We all know that won’t get you anywhere. We can always go another day dear!” Mrs. Hudson called as you were finally dragged out of the door.

“This had better be good Sherlock,” you said as you climbed in the taxi after John.

“Of course it’s good otherwise I wouldn’t be bothering with it.”

“Here take a look at these (y/n),” John said as he handed you his phone. “It’s just some pictures of the other murders from the case.” You began looking at the photos as Sherlock began throwing out theories at John. The first picture showed a man laying face down, his back covered in numerous stab wounds. The second showed a man that had been impaled with a thin sword which, according to the notes, was covered in some sort of poison.  The last showed a woman that had been smothered in her own bed.

“Well this all looks awesome,” you said as you handed the phone back to John. “This guy’s even worse than the usual cases.”

“That’s what makes it so fun!” Sherlock exclaimed as the taxi stopped at the crime scene.

“You are ridiculous Sherlock,” you said as he helped you out the cab.

“You really are quite ridiculous,” John stated as he began walking beside you.

“Oh hush up both of you we can discuss this later. There are more important things at hand.”

The three of you walked past all the crime scene tape and made your way up to the fourth floor of the apartment building. Sherlock led the way into the room where the most recent victim was found.

“You guys took your time,” Lestrade said as you entered the room. When you saw Donovan and Anderson whispering behind Lestrade you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“….is that a head? On the floor?” John asked as he watched Sherlock kneel down beside the decapitated body.

“Oh yeah, bit violent this one,” Lestrade as he took a bite of the sandwich he was eating. After John got over the initial shock he began wandering the room looking for clues.

“(y/n) you look nice,” Lestrade said as he turned to you.

“Nice enough to get a bite of that sandwich?” You asked. Lestrade nodded and handed you the food.

“You sure that’s a good idea inspector?” Donovan asked. “You don’t know where that mouth’s been.”

“Oh but we all know where yours has been don’t we? By the way Anderson how’s the wife? Gone again for work I presume since Sally is wearing the same outfit from yesterday,” you said as you handed Lestrade back his sandwich. You heard John and Sherlock trying to stifle their laughs.

“Donovan, Anderson out. Now,” Lestrade demanded.

“Why me? I didn’t do anything,” Anderson whined.

“Exactly you’re not doing anything to help so you might as well leave too,” Lestrade replied. They both angrily left and scowled at you on the way out. You turned to talk to Lestrade when Sherlock stood up with a huff.

“This doesn’t make sense the murders don’t connect at all.”

“Well, I don’t know about motive wise,” you said. “But the way they were killed is connected.”

“How so?” John asked.

“Well they’re all Shakespearian deaths. Like okay the first guy, stabbed in the back a billion times just like Caesar.  The second guy was stabbed with a poison sword like Hamlet. The lady was smothered like Othello’s wife. And this guy was decapitated like Macbeth,” you explained. They all looked at you in confusion. “Hey I did my high school reading okay?”

“But that still doesn’t…..oh. Oh! ” Sherlock exclaimed and he began running around looking for more clues. You began walking out knowing that he would know who the murderer was by the time you reached the first floor. You were correct and had been standing outside for only a minute when Sherlock and John wandered out of the building.

“Another case cracked boys?” You asked as you crossed your arms, noticing that it was getting cold out.

“Oh yes it was all quite obvious after your observations. It was some man obsessed with Shakespeare who was angry that the Shakespearean exhibit at his favorite museum was getting taken out. The victims were all on the council that voted to get rid of it and he felt they needed to pay for it,” Sherlock quickly explained.

“How poetic,” you said giving them a half smile.

“Shall I call a cab then?” John asked pulling out his phone.

“No need,” Sherlock said, “we’re not that far from the flat. It will be quicker if we walk.”

“But Sherlock my shoes aren’t meant to walk along cracked sidewalks.”

“Well you should have thought about that before you wore them to a case (y/n).”

“I wasn’t wearing them for a case I was wearing them for dinner!”

“Don’t whine. I’ve seen you run perfectly fine in shoes taller than that you’ll be fine, now come on.”

“It’s not as easy as it looks,” you grumbled as John took your arm pulling you up to walk in step beside Sherlock.

“(y/n) you’re freezing! Here take my jacket.”

“Thank you John,” you said as you pulled his jacket on, instantly growing warmer. You weren’t sure but you thought that you saw Sherlock frown in disapproval. At the next corner Sherlock took a random left turn that led to a brick road.

“Sherlock why did you bring us this way? It would have been better if we kept going straight for a few blocks,” John stated sounding confused.

“This just seemed like a better way is all,” Sherlock coolly responded.

“You do realize this is only going to make it much more difficult for me to walk, right?” You said looking down at your feet, not seeing the smirk that appeared on Sherlock’s face. The three of you walked in silence and you began looking up and, instead of watching your feet, became distracted by the stars.  This caused you to take an improper step and your left heel to get caught in between two bricks. You gasped in pain as your ankle twisted and you began to fall but Sherlock caught you before you hit the ground.

“(y/n) are you alright? Sherlock set her down so I can look at her,” John said as his doctor instincts kicked in.

“It’s just a sprained ankle John”, Sherlock said as he set you down. John then took your ankle in his hands and began moving it this way and that with you wincing in pain no matter where he moved it.

“He’s right it’s just a sprain. A very bad sprain but it will heal once you ice it and stay off it for a few days. You’re not going to be able to walk the rest of the way though,” John explained as he began moving to pick you up.

“No it’s fine John I’ll do that,” Sherlock said as he put your arms around his neck so he could pick you up. John looked at him in surprise for a moment before he shook his head.

“Alright let’s just uh, get home before something worse happens. And I’ll lead the rest of the way,” John stated as he began walking in front of you two.

“You did this on purpose,” you said looking up Sherlock.

“What ever could you mean (y/n)? If I recall you’re the one that fell.”

“Only after you led me down a brick path fully aware that my shoes couldn’t handle it.”

“Don’t blame me for your inability to walk like a normal person,” he sighed. “My coat’s warmer by the way,” he added softly, almost like he didn’t want you to hear. You smiled and laid your head against his chest.

“Next time you want me to wear your coat or walk with you please just tell me instead of making me injure myself.” He just laughed and continued to follow John. After thinking it over he felt kind of bad for injuring you. But he knew you were going to force him to take care of you since it was his fault so it would all work out. He didn’t even mind that he would have to care for you because being able to walk with you in his arms was worth all the hassle he was going to have to endure.