Sherlock One shots and Imagines

Matchmaker Holmes - Clarkie x Sherlock x Reader

Who doesn't love Clarkie; so, I thought I would write him a little something. And given that he doesn't have a first name, I have given him one......Cyril. Hope you enjoy.

Misses Hudson blew the hair away from her face in frustration, as she heard the knock on the front door. She not sure how Sherlock had managed to block the drains yet again; but thinking about it, she didn't want to know.

"(Y/n)......would you be a dear and get that for me.......?"

"Of course, Aunt Martha.........." The younger woman called back, checking her hair in the mirror, before making her way out of her aunt's rooms and to the front door. A bright smile gracing her lips, as she saw the back of a police constable.

"Good morning.........." A slight giggle leaving (Y/n)'s lips, as the police man quickly turned on his heels. A rather pretty pink hue rising in his cheeks, as he fumbled with taking the custodian helmet from his head.

"Hello........" The constable finally replied with a strange squeak in his voice that made (Y/n) giggle again. He just standing there, looking at her; it now (Y/n)'s turn to feel a warmth rise in her cheeks, as his mouth just hung open.

"Hello......." (Y/n) told him. Her greeting not seeming to shake him from his strange daze.

She had to admit that he was quite handsome, with dark strawberry blonde hair, and a rather pleasing moustache. His features soft and eyes, gentle. (Y/n) sure that he had come to see Mister Holmes; but unless she could get anything more from him than 'Hello' and a dumbstruck expression, she would never know.

"Constable..........? Constable..........?" The second constable seeming to wake something in him. The policeman shaking his head, before looking between her and the door.

"I, er......my apologies miss; but this is 221B Baker Street, isn't it.......?" Clarkie asked, wondering if he had somehow made his way down the wrong street. This certainly not what he had expected to see when he had knocked on the door. The sound of the young woman's laughter, making the already warm blush on his cheek, feel like it was on fire.

"It is. I presume that you are here to see Mister Holmes, Constable.........?"

"Clark, miss. Constable Cyril Clark........" He told her. Pushing back his shoulders and raising himself to his full height; trying to look as impressive as possible.

Whoever this was, she was beautiful. And as much as he liked Misses Hudson, he wasn't going to complain about the sight before him. Clarkie doing his best to not look like he was letting his eyes wander her rather pretty figure, as she stood in the doorway.

"It is nice to meet you, Constable Cyril Clark. Now, perhaps I should take you up.......unless you would like to stay on the doorstep........?" That beautiful smile once more making its way onto her lips, as she stepped out of the way, and allowed him to enter the house. He sure that he must look like a lost puppy, as he followed her up the stairs. His own smile never leaving his lips, as she opened the door, when they both heard Sherlock call out.

"(Y/n)......" Sherlock greeted as she and the constable entered the room. A knowing smirk making its way onto the consulting detectives face, as he watched the police officer's eyes linger on Misses Hudson's niece.

"You wouldn't be a dear would you, and go and make some tea........? I am sure that Constable Clark could do with a cup......" The younger Holmes continued. Both men watching as she left the room, before Sherlock quickly shut the door behind her.

"Clarkie, sit.........."

"But Mister Holmes.....what........?"

"We have five minutes at the most before she's back. And if you want to make a good impression on her, we are going to need every minute we have. (Y/n) is not just any girl......" Sherlock holding up his hand as Clarkie was about to ask why he would be interested in impressing the quite beautiful young woman.

"Please. I do not have to be me to see that our dear (Y/n) has caught your eye. And before you say that you have been sent here for something important by Lestrade, I think you will find that the jewel that Lord Buxton is missing was given to the young footman in his employ by his own daughter. The two are planning to run away together to America, I believe......." Sherlock explained, moving his violin from his chair, before taking a seat.

"Now, (Y/n) is Misses Hudson's niece. The daughter and only child of her younger brother Horace, who is the vicar in a village called Little Milton.......perhaps you should take some notes......" Sherlock pointed out. The constable nodding, before pulling out his black notebook from his pocket, and licking the end of his pencil.

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"Now she is here for another few months; so, next time you come, I recommend a posey of peonies, dark pink ones. It would be a good start........" Holmes managed to add, afore there was a knock on the door. Clarkie quickly pushing his notebook back into his pocket before (Y/n) made her way into the room carry a tea tray. The vicar's daughter smiling at the constable, as she placed the tray on the only clean surface that she could find, then poured the two men a cup. A blush coming to her cheeks, as Clarkie's fingers touched hers. Sherlock sure that when the policeman had gone, he would have to sit (Y/n) down and tell her everything about Clarkie she needed to know, before John got back and told him that he shouldn't interfere; then sat in his chair and smiled behind his copy of the morning's Times, as his friend continued to play matchmaker. Sherlock just hoping that when wedding bells rang, he would get an invitation from the happy couple.