Haunted Holmes ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Monitors

When I awoke I was on the balcony, still in Adams arms.

I sat up and yawned.

"Adam..." I shook him.

He sat up quickly, causing me to laugh.

"Hey." I said with a tired smile.

"Hi. How did you sleep?" He asked, stretching.

"Terrible, my back hurts." I sighed.

He smirked and helped me up.

"You're the one who fell asleep here, don't blame me." He joked.

"It's hardly my fault you were so comfy." I smiled.

"You should head back to your room. God knows what Jim will do if he finds out." He said, in a troubled tone.

"He won't mind...will he? I mean it was a friendly thing, you were just comforting me right?" I said.

"Yea, but you know how he is..." He said.

"Yea..." I lied.

I really didn't know what he was talking about.

Jim seemed nice, and changed now.

I went to my room an got freshened up and changed into a new dress.

I hated dresses, but this one was nice.

It was a black one with long sleeves.

I didn't like to expose too much skin, so I was glad there were more long sleeved dresses.

I tied my hair, slipped on some black flats and went out into the corridor, remembering Jim's words about staying inside.

But what's the worst that could happen?

It's not like I'm gonna get lost.

I explored a bit and used the elevator to get down to the basement.

I wonder what was in there.

I walked out into a very dark corridor that had light at the end of it.

The corridor was freezing as I walked down, and when I finally saw the light source, I was taken aback.

There were about thirty huge monitors, but not security monitors, no, these were all aimed at Sherlock. One showed a video of him jumping off some a building, another one showing him drunk with that kind man, John.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You're...not supposed to be here." I heard Jim say.

I turned around and my eyes widened.

"J-Jim!" I gasped.

"What did I tell you about wandering off?!" He said loudly, causing me to jump a little.

I kept quiet, he looked really scary.

"Oh god...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell..." He said softly, stroking my cheek.

"J-Jim...why are there...multiple monitors of...Sherlock?" I asked.

He looked angry for a second but manage to soften his expression.

"Don't worry about it. It's just a...problem we're trying to fix." He smiled, fakely.

"Oh." I nodded, still not believing him.

"Don't leave your room again. You know how worried I was?" He lied.

I may have just awoken from a coma, but I know a liar when I see one.

"Yea...sorry about that, I'll head over I my room right now." I smiled.