Sherlock Imagines

A Smart Match (Part 1)-Sherlock

Requested by
KeibyCraft

You walked down the sidewalk, smile on your face. This was your usual routine. You'd take a walk, go to the coffee shop, then from there you'd go to work. You hated your job but you stayed cause you needed the money. Today was different though. On your way, you encountered a blocked off road. Even the sidewalk was blocked by caution tape. You approached the area, pushing through the crowd of people.  What you saw made you wonder how all these people were still standing here and not throwing up. At least there were no children. There was a body lying on the ground, burnt to the crisp. You cocked your head, studying the body. By now, people were starting to walk away, probably mentally scarred for life. The police were pushing the people away too. Then a conversation caught your interest.

"I can't figure anything out if I can't identify any of its features now can I?"  A male voice asked.

"Sherlock, I called you cause I thought you could tell us something, but I guess not."  Another person said.

You walked over to where they were, watching them both.

"I think it's fairly obvious."  You called to them just before one of the cops tried to push you away.

The two of them turned and faced you.

"And who might you be?"  The silver haired man asked.

"My name is y/n y/l/n and I can help you with this murder."  You said.

"Murder.  Huh."  The man said nodding.

"Quite obvious. The driver's door was stuck so it would be impossible for this man to be thrown onto the sidewalk from the explosion unless somehow he went through the windshield which is obvious didn't happen because the windshield does not have a hole in it."  You explained.

The silver haired man nodded and then smiled at the man, whose name you'd heard was Sherlock. He then walked over and lifted the caution tape, motioning you inside. You smiled and ducked under.

"Thank you, Mr...." You trailed off waiting for his name.

"Lestrade.  Greg Lestrade."  He introduced.

"Greg?"  Sherlock asked confused.

Greg turned around and faced the tall man. "Yeah."  He said.

Sherlock shrugged and then looked at you. Before Greg had introduced himself, you had noticed that Sherlock was staring at you.

"So...who are you?" Sherlock asked.

You smiled, "My name is y/n y/l/n." You responded.

Sherlock nodded, "And you can-"

"Deduce? Yes, yes I can." You interrupted him.

"And apparently you're better at it than this genius." Greg jumped in.

You couldn't help but smirk at that. "I suppose so."

"Well then Miss y/l/n, would you care to tell me what you picked up?"

~Sherlock's POV~

I slammed the door shut and plopped into my chair. I was so infuriated by that girl y/n, and in more ways than just one. I held my forehead in my hands as I tried to figure out how she knew all that about the dead body. The only two conclusions I could come up with that made the most sense were: she was the murderer, or she was just that good.
I groaned and stood up abruptly. I grabbed an item off the table and examined it. I walked in front of the fireplace and faced the wall with the painted yellow smiley face.
I raised my arm and pulled the trigger on the gun. The bullet hit the wall right in the center of the smiley face's right eye. I fired again and hit the left eye.

"What are you doing?!" John shouted coming up the stairs.

I didn't even look at him but shot the wall three more times. John plugged his ears to block out the gunshot noise. After that, I threw the gun at the wall, not caring what would happen with it.

"Sherlock!" John shouted.

"What?!" I shouted back.

I then realized how angry I had been and that it wasn't towards John. I took deep breaths and calmed down.

"What?" I asked calmer.

"What is wrong?" He asked.

I sighed and sat back down, "If you had come to the crime scene today you would have known." I mumbled.

"Ah. So you couldn't figure it out then." John said, catching on.

"No. But she could." I stated.

"She?" John asked. "Who is she?"

"A girl! She was looking at the scene and then just started deducing the body like it was the easiest thing in the world!" I explained.

John couldn't help but smile, "I guess you and your brother are not the only geniuses out there." He said grabbing the newspaper.

I stood up and walked to the window, "No. And that just makes it all the more infuriating."

A/n: So I'm making this into a two parter. Sorry it took me so long to get this done, I've just been really busy. Thank you all for reading and hopefully part 2 will be up soon. 😁❤️