I had a request from my friend for a Johnlock fanfiction with her in it and it turned out pretty well so I decided to publish it! I hope you enjoy!
Also, I do not own Sherlock or any of it's characters. (As much as I'd like to)
Sherlock made his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen wearing only a sheet after a long night with John. He looked very comical; his hair sticking out in random places and his eyes all droopy like he hadn't properly woken up yet. He fixed himself up a cup of tea and walked into the living room to meet a rather amused John, laughing at the state of Sherlock.
"Was I really that good?" John said, smirking. Sherlock frowned, confused at this comment.
"What?" John chuckled.
"It seems like I've worn you out because of last night." Sherlock winked playfully at John before getting out of his seat to kiss John and just as they were about to, they heard someone clear their throat at the door. Both men looked to the direction of the sound and Sherlock straightened himself out, a slight blush forming on his cheeks making it unbelievably hard for John not to giggle at this. They both saw a girl at the doorway; she had dyed red dark hair, a baggy t-shirt with "Gryffindor" written on it in the style of a sports shirt. She was wearing black jeans with converse and she looked about 14 or 15 but small for her age, her expression was a mix of shock and embarrassment at what she had just witnessed with her face drained of all colour.
"Oh... um... the lady downstairs just told me to come up... sorry, I'll leave if I'm interrupting." She spoke with a slightly shaky voice, clearing her throat again at the end and fiddling with her clothes as she spoke.
"No need. You're a client. I'm guessing something bad has happened, you're showing all the signs of anxiety. Fiddling with your clothes, you keep clearing your throat, wide pupils and your face is completely white as if you've seen a ghost. If it was a murder then you wouldn't be this worried so it's not that but someone is in danger, you saw it with your own eyes. You're panicked and you're sweating slightly so you've been running on adrenaline. Most likely from a kidnapper so someone your age who you were with has been kidnapped, why someone your age? A kidnapper isn't stupid enough to snatch a child who was with a parent so conclusion: You were with someone your age and they got kidnapped right in front of you, most likely forced into a car so you run for dear life to us for help. And please don't go away, I'm desperate for a case." The girl didn't say anything, she just stood there with her eyes wide in shock and her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, she soon managed to talk after about ten seconds.
"Y-yes, you're right. My friend, Ruby, was pulled into a car by two men. I can tell you what the car was but I can't remember the registration... sorry." John smiled warmly at her.
"Don't worry, its fine, what's your name?"
"Emily. So, can you help?" She said, looking hopeful. Sherlock smiled and bounced over to her, putting both of his hands on her shoulders.
"Of course, Emily." He said with a grin but the only reply he got was a face of pure shock. Sherlock frowned in confusion. "What?" He said. Emily only gulped and looked him up and down so Sherlock did the same only to realize that he managed to lose his sheet that covered his body in his excitement. "Oh..." Was all he could say as John was in fits of laughter behind him.
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