The Case of the Phantom (Sherlock x Reader)

Part 8: All I ask of you

A/N: Here you go my friends. There is only one more part to go but I still hope you like it. Enjoy it.

GIF IS NOT MINE!

Keywords:

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) = Your Name Your Last Name
(Y/H/S) = Your Hair Style
(Y/H/L) = Your Hair Legnth
(Y/H/C) = Your Hair Color
(Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color

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The whole day long, she red. Just as Sherlock entered the flat in the evening, she stopped. „Is it already that late?" she asked. The man looked at her, confused as he hang up his coat and signature hat. „Yes, my Dear. What were you doing the whole day?" he asked curious and sat beside her ,on the couch. She held up Johns book. „Just reading" her big smile grew bigger, when Sherlock rolled his eyes. „He isn't the best with names, really." her laughed echoed in the walls of baker street and Sherlock smiled a little. „Are you hungry?" he than asked out of the blue. Surprised by it, (Y/N) nodded. „Yes. I didn't eat much today." The man got up and took her hand in his.

„Would the Mademoiselle give me the honor, to accompany me to dinner?" he asked, like he did back in Paris, at the Masquerade. Smiling at the memory, (Y/N) held Sherlocks hand tight. She answered „There speaks a true British Gentleman." And Sherlock gave her one of his rare real smiles and let her down on the streets of London.
Both of them walked along side one another and looked at the darkening sky above.
They arrived at a fancy looking Restaurant and the people that worked there greeted both of the new visitors, with a smile. A young man, with brown hair and light beard, led them to a table near a window that showed the nightly sky of London City.

Both ordered their food and the waiter took of to tell the cook.
(Y/N) looked around the place a little. „It reminds me of Paris." She said, lowly only for Sherlock to hear and he looked into her eyes. „That's why I brought you here. I know you miss Paris." (Y/N) smiled at him and took his hand. „Thank you." He shook his head. „Don't thank me. I should thank you." She raised an eyebrow silently asking what he meant. „(Y/N). You are the only one in this world, who made me feel... things. Things, I thought, weren't possible for me to feel." The Woman smiled at him. „Your welcome." But Sherlock spoke up quickly. „Just don't tell Mycroft I said that. He would tease me till his death." She laughed at that and nodded.

The food arrived after a few more minutes and both ate quietly, in an comfortable way. It was a nice night, (Y/N) had to admit and Sherlock was sure, it would get even better when they finished.
When both of them finished and the waiter cleaned up, Sherlock nodded at him and the young man vanished, but came up quick, with a Violin in hand. (Y/N) was confused beyond anything. What has this man in mind this time? , she asked herself.
Spoken man, stood up and took the Violin from the waiter. Sherlock looked into her (Y/E/C) eyes and took a deep breath. „I wrote you something, in hope that you may could feel more of Paris again." And this, made the Woman smile a big smile. With no hesitation, he started to play the violin. A beautiful tune sounded through the whole room and everyone in the Restaurant stopped and listened.

Much to Sherlocks surprise (Y/N) started to sing in her melodic voice.

Say you'll love me every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summer time
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you

They locked eyes as they played their perfect duet, together. Warmth and happiness filled Sherlocks chest as he watched (Y/N) sing along to his music.