Sherlock x Reader (x John?)

In Desperate Need

You needed help! You were desperate and there was only one person you knew of that would help you. You had heard of him from the news, had even read the blog that his companion wrote, he seemed to be your only option now.

You nervously stood outside of 221B and knocked on the door playing with your fingers as you tried to keep yourself distracted by something. A lovely older lady answered the door before she called up to the boys above. The sound of footfalls on the stairs rumbled quickly and a short man with sandy blonde hair came down smiling softly to you. He nodded and thanked the lady, calling her Mrs Hudson, before she scurried to her room and the man waved for you to go upstairs.

The smaller man brought you up to the flat and opened the door for you calling for that very unusual detective with his fascinating ability. You had come dressed casually, a hoodie and a pair of jeans with boots, and had your bag with you with photos of who you wanted Sherlock to track. The man had been an ex and the way your relationship had ended wasn't very good. It had been with plenty of shouting, things broken and doors slammed. It was very scary for you, very nerve racking and you now felt like something more was happening.

"Sherlock, we have a possible case." The smaller man called out to wherever his friend was. "Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Water?"

You shook your head slowly and he nodded smiling a little as you sat down on the sofa and faced him. You heard a baritone voice call through to wait for a moment before the man you had wanted to see stepped out. He walked over and sat down in the chair before those bright eyes scanned over your body slowly. A soft hum left his throat and his hands pressed under his chin in that praying-like form as he thought.

"So how is it we can help you?" He spoke calmly and softly sitting back ready to listen.

"Well it started with my boyfriend...well ex...we...when we broke up it was very scary, very wild, and I'm a little scared of what's been happening lately. I...I feel like there's someone watching me, like there's someone following me all the time. I know it might sound crazy but my ex...he warned that he'd get back at me, that he wouldn't let anyone else have me." You opened your bag and took out some photos from work. "I asked work to see if I could see if I was losing my head, and well...this.." You took out stills from the CCTV and it showed you with the same man close by that you had circled each time.

When Sherlock saw the work he smirked a little before looking back to you going straight faced once again. He put the pictures back down on the table and sat forwards in the chair looking over you again before he seemed to look puzzled and confused. He hummed and tried to figure you out, to find out who you were yet he just couldn't seem to put the pieces of the puzzle that was you together.

"Clever, not many would've noticed the connection, so what is it you want us to do? You know you are not crazy and that you're being followed, so what do you expect us to do?" Sherlock's voice was a little sharp as he didn't like that he couldn't solve you.

"He's always been close but I've not been able to catch him following me and the police won't do anything because they say there's no proof it's me he's following. I'm scared of the threat and what this guy might do to me." The fear was obvious in your voice and your hands even shook a little. "My ex...he would mean every word, I know what he's like, he doesn't ever make an idle threat."

Your words seem to sink and and Sherlock looked to John. He took the pictures and the photo you had brought of you and your ex. He then stepped over and looked out the window parting the curtains slightly to see the man in your pictures driving a taxi that was parked down the road. He smirked a little as he thought.

"If you're willing to wait here we can sort this all out. John we're going out. Stay here, we won't be long." Sherlock grabbed his coat and John followed quickly behind leaving you in the apartment.

You felt awkward being in a strangers flat, alone, you had barely gone anywhere. You had only gone work and home since feeling like someone was watching you. You had tried not to be anywhere alone and your apartment had always had someone around, be it neighbour, friend or room-mate. There was always someone around you when you were home but now you were somewhere you didn't know, alone with no one to be there to hear your screams if something happened.

Stop thinking like that. Nothing's going to happen to you. You muttered to yourself as you looked around the flat. You paced quietly and bit your lip as you thought. Suddenly you heard the door open. You paused and heard footfalls up the stairs as if someone were creeping into the building. You paused and looked over to the door stepping back away from the door slowly ad round the corner where you saw a strange experiment set up. You tried to keep yourself quiet as you heard someone step into the flat.

"Come out little birdy, I just wish to play~" The French accent wasn't one you recognised but you were terrified of who it might be. "You know there is no one here to protect you so just come out. Let me get this job over and done with."

You heard the man creep slowly through the house and you just walked back slowly and cautiously. You backed up through the kitchen and backed into a door shutting yourself in the bedroom you pressed your back against slamming the door.

"Ah little flower! Come out an play." He called out heading to the door and tried to open it. "Let me in little dove, the kitten's claws are getting dull without being used."

You tried to keep your weight against the door only to find that he simply pushed it open. It was almost as if your weight was nothing against the door. He grabbed you as soon as he saw you and pinned you against the nearest wall he could. He held you down against it pressing you hard into it so that you couldn't move at all. This was what you feared would happen, had been the whole reason you came to Sherlock, and yet it was that that had become your downfall.

He pulled a knife out of his belt and traced the blade tip along your spine smirking as he took in your smell. It scared you knowing this could be the end, could be the last thing you ever felt. You closed you eyes, shaking, hoping and praying that Sherlock and his companion came home soon and found you alive and with this maniac on your back. Suddenly there was the rushed sound of people running and you felt the weight lifted off your back, heard the sound of someone reading someone's rights.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders and a blanket placed over your body as someone ushered you back to the sofa you had sat on before. You looked up to see John smiling softly to you and keeping the blanket over your body. You watched as police took the man out of the room in handcuffs before Sherlock walked over putting a cup of tea in front of you.

"I hear this helps calm people down, although no scientific proof, I thought it might help you seeing how shaken you are." Sherlock spoke before going over to his chair sitting down.

"You left me, you left me..." You muttered it softly not looking to the tea.

"He wasn't going to reveal himself otherwise. We came back didn't we? We had to do something to make the guy reveal himself and that was the only way we could do it." His tone was straight and almost monotonous.

"You did it deliberately?! You jerk! I was absolutely terrified. You didn't think to warn me? To tell me what you were going to do?!" You words seemed to surprise him.

"Would you have done it if I had?" Sherlock's tone was a little sharp but he didn't even look at you.

"If it meant I could live without looking over my shoulder then I'd have done it! I'd have been useful not just some bait!" Sherlock looked to you surprised at your reply and laughed a little.

"You are unusual. I highly doubt you mean those words you say but never mind. What's done is done, you'll just have to deal with the positive results."

You looked to him confused and angry before sighing ad reached out sipping the tea. John looked between the two of you confused and surprised. He hummed softly before the pictures were placed in front of you. You finished the tea and smiled a little rubbing your neck nervously.

"Yeah, thank you, I wasn't just crazy. I knew he would do something." You shook your head slowly before Sherlock walked back over to you.

"I just did the job I was asked of, it killed my boredom for a short time at least." He nodded and laughed softly.

"Great, my life and death eased your boredom." You laughed softly shaking your head slowly.

"You really aren't like anyone else, why can't I...?" He stopped himself before he could finish the sentence. "Well your case is solved, you can go back and live your normal, boring life, with your normal boring job."

You sighed softly and smiled to him before quickly going over and hugging Sherlock. You quietly thanked him once again and told him you owed him your life meaning if he needed you for anything he could call on you. You doubted he would need anything from you seeing as he had John but you hoped he would think about it. You gave John a hug as well and looked out the window sighing softly. You made your way down the stairs with John not too far behind as he escorted you out.

"Thank you, to both of you once again, I hope his boredom doesn't bring you too much trouble." You and John laughed softly together feeling a little more at ease knowing you weren't being hunted.

"Have a safe journey home." John smiled to you before looking out as you hailed a cab and disappeared into the night.

When he came back up to the flat he saw Sherlock looking frustrated and puzzled as he perched his fingers beneath his chin in thought. It seemed Sherlock knew John was there without looking and frowned softly.

"I couldn't read her John, I looked at her and drew a blank, just who is she." Sherlock looked to his partner with a mixture of frustration, anger and confusion. "Just who was she, I haven't had this since...since Moriarty."