Expect The Unexpected {s.h x reader}

Chapter 1

(A/N- I do not own Sherlock or the writings of the show. All credit is given to the original writers, producers, etc. I'm taking parts of the show from transcripts by Ariane DeVere.)

"Welcome everyone to your final destination, London, England! Please wait until the plane has come to a complete stop until unbuckling your seat belt." The flight attendant chirps over the intercom. Setting down the novel on my lap, I glance out the window with a smile at the city so close to my fingertips. 

I'll be in London for a couple weeks visiting my brother, John. I live in Ireland fulfilling my dream as hacker for the Technology Association Of Ireland. I encrypt secret information of dangerous enemies, and use it against them. My job requires a high intelligence, adrenaline need, and a clever brain. 

All I have, not to brag or anything. 

They offered me a job as the "Head Agent", a name I rarely use. I prefer "Encryptor" but you know, you can't always get what you want. They offered me a couple weeks off after busting main political leaders of Saudi Arabia attempting terrorism on all of England. I hacked their system, contacted them through their own interfaces until someone broke. Then, merely spilled all of their secrets to the administrators. 

It came as a relief when I finally got a few weeks off to spend my brother. I haven't seen him in far too long, I'm nearly forgetting what family is like anymore. Loneliness just got too familiar. 

I guess we're used to that, however. Our parents died in a plane crash when we were younger, but our Aunt Theresa raised us well. We were only children, as I was two and John was seven. Our aunt never told us much about our parents, but John remembered some. He used to tell me I had my mother's features, but my fathers soul and kind heart. If I went to sleep sobbing, he would come lay with me and stroke my hair, whispering a song my mother supposedly sung to me while feeding.

Missing those moments so dearly, I knew this would be the perfect time to see my brother. 

"You may now retrieve your bags from the overhead compartments." The flight attendant adds. With a sudden urge to leave the airplane, I whisk my suitcase and backpack, and saunter off the place as fast as I could. As people bustle through the airport alongside me, I call John to let him know I've landed safe. 

"Hey, Y/N!" John says as the phone picks up. 

"Hey, John! I just landed all safe, so I'll be there soon." I smile into the phone as I navigate the taxi area.

"Oh, good. I'll text you the address." John adds.

"Awesome, thanks." The chilly wind blows through my hair. London greets me with little rain, but gray clouds pillow and hide the early autumn sky.

"Oh! One more thing..." John continued with a cautious tone. 

"Yeah?"

"My flat mate? Well, he's a bit...unique. Anyways, see you soon, Y/N!" John added rapidly before hanging up the phone. I breathe out a chuckle as I place my phone back in my pocket.

Ping!

I glance down at my phone as the words 221 Baker Street appear on my home screen. Closing my eyes for just a moment, I grin at the thought of hugging my brother again. I remember spending weeks him before and after the war, but I haven't seen him about a year. That time apart nearly killed me.

Shooting, aching pain on my shoulders and arms draws me from my thoughts while no taxi's seem to appear. Though I try not to be so impatient, a numbing headache doesn't make me the kindest person in the world.