Sherlock Imagines

A Smart Match (Part 2)-Sherlock

Requested by
KeibyCraft

The next day, Sherlock went to Scotland Yard and had found that Lestrade had hired you. You were their private detective. That's what Lestrade has said. But Sherlock was not happy with it.

"Sherlock, I know that you are upset about this-"

"Upset?! You barely know anything about this girl and you've just given her a job?!" Sherlock shouted.

Lestrade folded his hands and rested his elbows on the desk in front of him. He was very calm for a man being yelled at.

"What about you?" He asked.

"What?" Sherlock questioned, not understanding the DI's question.

"What do you know about her?"

Sherlock straightened up and looked out of the office to where you were sitting. He took a minute or two, figuring out everything he could. He turned back to Lestrade and inhaled. Lestrade sat back, ready for all the stuff Sherlock was going to throw at him.

"She was unemployed before you hired her, currently living with her parents. Dog lover. No drugs but smokes every night. She has never been married but got as far as being engaged. She broke it off about three months ago which is around when she moved into her parents house."

Lestrade nodded, "Well I don't think there's anything that should make me fire her." He said.

Sherlock groaned and ran his fingers through his hair, clearly annoyed.

"Why does this bother you so much?" Lestrade asked.

Sherlock dropped his arms back at his sides and looked at Lestrade. He shrugged.

"I...I don't know. She just-I can't..."

Lestrade smiled, "If I didn't know better, Sherlock, I'd say you liked her."

Sherlock went from completely confused to absolutely furious. If looks could kill, Sherlock would have killed the Detective Inspector.

"I do not!" He practically screamed.

Lestrade held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. I was just stating what I thought I saw."

"Well clearly you don't observe enough." Sherlock scoffed.

"Did I?" The DI asked.

Sherlock was silent after that. He looked back out at you. He couldn't deny that you were beautiful. No, stunning. No....you were perfect. He couldn't find anything wrong. Not one flaw. He had known this since you first came over and started deducing that body. You were the one. He just wasn't ready to admit that he loved you. But he wasn't sure if you loved him back.

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock blinked a few times and came back to reality. He turned and faced Lestrade.

"I am ashamed to admit that you are right, Geoffrey." Sherlock said.

"Thanks. And it's Greg."

Sherlock wasn't even listening. He was still focused on you. Lestrade sighed and shook his head.

"Stop standing here watching her and go ask her out!"

Sherlock looked at him and then slowly nodded. He opened the door and stepped out. But he just stood there. His eyes were glued to you. He straightened his coat, straightened himself and started over. He stopped by where you were seated and cleared his throat.

"Y/n, I-" He stopped when someone else started speaking.

"Hey, y/n!" It was none other than Philip Anderson.

Sherlock's face turned into a scowl. You turned and faced him. Sherlock clasped his hands behind his back and waited.

"Yes?" You asked.

"I was wondering if, after work, if you'd like to have dinner with me?" Philip wondered.

Sherlock felt a little bit saddened by the fact that Anderson was asking you out too. But he knew that he couldn't lose hope. It was Anderson after all.

"Umm...sorry, not tonight." You responded.

Sherlock could see you thinking. You were trying to come up with an excuse to get out of going to dinner with Philip.

"Oh. Already got plans?" He asked.

"I'm afraid so." You answered.

Anderson nodded, "Well, maybe I could join you...with whatever you're doing."

You really weren't expecting that. You needed an excuse and fast. Sherlock knew what to do though. He cut in before you could say anything.

"She's actually coming with me to dinner." He said.

You looked at Sherlock and he smiled at you. You copied the smile and turned back to Anderson.

"Yeah. Sorry, Anderson. Maybe someone else could accompany you tonight." You said.

Anderson nodded and then scowled at Sherlock. You turned to the tall consulting detective.

"Thank you. If you hadn't said that I would have had a disaster of a night." You remarked.

"You're welcome." He said.

There was then a silence and Sherlock wasn't sure if he should ask for real.

"Look, y/n, I would really like it if you did come to dinner with me." He finally said.

You stood up and eyed him closely. He wasn't sure what you were doing but he let you stare at him.

"Are you being serious?" You asked.

"Yes." He confirmed.

You smiled and looked down, "I would like that."

"Really?" He asked shocked.

You nodded, "Mhmm."

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

You laughed, "Do you want me to change my mind?" You asked.

He shook his head, "No. No. So, uh...six?"

You nodded, "Six sounds great!"

Sherlock smiled, "See you tonight then."

He took your hand and kissed it. A blush crept onto your cheeks.

"See you tonight, Sherlock."

"Bye." He waved as he walked away backwards.

You laughed when he nearly tripped over a chair. You waved back at him. Tonight was going to be the best night of your life.

A/n: Hey guys! Sorry it took me this long to update again. I just kinda...didn't know what to do. Here's the second part to this one. I'm really, really sorry!
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