Soooooo, I really needed to do this and I can't stop myself and there are a lot of supportive people out there, and I just want to say thanks for everything. This is Reader x Sherlock if you didn't read the description. There might be a a few trigger warnings... Actually A LOT of trigger warnings.. So, just enjoy..
If you didn't bother to read that: 99 TRIGGER WARNINGS ON THE WALL, 99 TRIGGER WARNINGS
[P/C] = Preferred Colour
You ran down the streets of London, the cold air chilling you to the bone. Under your long [P/C] trench coat was a belt with an empty holster. You had your SIG-Sauer P226R drawn and your hand with it pointed behind you as you ran forward. Your [H/L] [H/C] hair was dripping with sweat. On your lips was a slightly psychotic smile, but you weren't a psychopath, at least, if people did there research they wouldn't call you one. No, you were a highly functioning sociopath.
The game was on and excitement filled you [E/C] eyes. Your smile stayed as the adrenaline kept pumping through your veins making you run faster, think better (if that were possible), and react quicker. It was pushing you on seeing as you were being pursued by some very angry criminals. You may have infiltrated their base and stole the information you needed. The papers were folded nicely in the top pocket of your [P/C] trench coat.
You turned a sharp corner and ran into a hard object. "Do watch where you're going next time.." you heard a deep voice say in a slightly offhand way. He looked down to see your panting figure smiling up at him. His brow furrowed as he began to look you up and down and he noticed you were doing the same to him. Shouts began sounding and you ran into an alley just to your left. The tall man leaned against the wall as if nothing happened and the men ran past. You turned and began walking away, "Pleasure doing business with you Mister Holmes." you said as you raised your hand in a small wave. You realized how alike you dressed. He raised an eyebrow appearing impressed.
"And who might you be?" he asked in a voice of interest.
"Someone you'll be seeing around." you said still walking away with a smirk on your face and the gun in your hand. You pointed the gun at the sky and shot it several times. "The police will be here in a few minutes." you shouted back to him, "Just tell them you solved the case!" He stood there, flabbergasted, as you walked away. He was interested. He couldn't read you at all, but you could read him. And what you saw, you liked.
He watched you until you disappeared around a corner. For a few moments he was tempted to chase after you, but he fought that urge. Too many questions were chasing each other around in his head, like How did you know him? Why couldn't he read you? and Who were you? Thoughts still were swirling in the consulting detective's brain when the police arrived. Lestrade stepped out of the car to see Sherlock still staring at the corner where you turned.
"Sherlock!" Lestrade shouted at the detective, "We heard there were gunshots fired over here! What in Hell's name happened?"
"I've solved the case, as always." he said in a bored voice to Lestrade. Lestrade looked shocked. He was at a loss for words. "Wh-What?" he stuttered, "W-We've been working on that case for weeks!"
"You're welcome." said Sherlock, "They ran ahead," he said pointing the direction they ran with his gun, "They're gonna be cut off down a dead end in an alley if you hurry."
"Thanks Sherlock!" he shouted as he told everyone what happened and where to go. Sherlock stood there a few moments after the police left, then started making his way back to 221B to tell John about this strange night. (Even if John wasn't there.)
So I kinda realized I've been doing SuperWhoLock, and I want to do tons more, and I will once I get this one dona and another Supernatural and Doctor Who fic done... :-P Then I'm doing a requested Homestuck Reader x Cronus. :-D Thanks so much for all this!