Random Fandom Imagines (Requests Closed)

Autumnlnevermind/Sherlock

I crouched down below at the deceased body. She wore a pink suit and literally pink everything. She had scratched on the wooden floor "Rache" which in German means revenge, but I had a feeling she wasn't meaning that. 

I heard commotion from downstairs and immediately stood up. The door opened and three men walked in. A short blonde hair man, a gray haired one, and the one that caught more of my attention was the curly hair one. He had dashing sharp eyes, high cheekbones, pale face, and quite tall I must say. 

"Hello, I'm Autumn Rudahbuagh. But you can call me Rue," I said and took my hand out for them to shake.

Blonde hair man took it and replied that his name was John Watson, gray haired man was Inspector Lestrade, but the curly haired man gave me a smiled and shook it gently with care saying, "I'm Sherlock Holmes. And why are you investigating my case?"

"Well, I'm also part of another police station in London. They sent me down to investigate," I said.

"Alright. Well, try me. Tell me what you think happened," he demanded and started walking slowly around the body, exaimining it. 

"Why, you don't think I'm not as smart as you, the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes? You'd be surprise," I smart talked him. 

He laughed and looked at me.

"All I said was try me, Rue. Not to see who was smarter than the other," he said and stood straight at me, have an almost glare at me.

I started rambling on how the pink suited lady wasn't trying to write "revenge" in German, but a name at least, maybe Rachel, or something else. I pointed out a few other things where Sherlock was impressed with, until I mentioned about her marriage, which he corrected me on how she actually had an unhappy one, judging by her ring. 

"Nice job, Rue. I suspect we will see you often," Sherlock said, examining me.

I swallowed and nodded my head. An awkward silence started, but I broke it and said, "Well, I'll leave you be and let you figure out the case."

I started to exit the door when Sherlock pronounced, "Why don't you come over for tea, Miss Rue? 221b Baker street. Noon."

I turned around to see him again and I said, "You know I'll be there."

Hours had past, and I had finally reached Sherlock's apartment. A kind lady led me up the creaky stairs and I entered Sherlock's flat. It was cramped, but somehow very studious and comfortable. 

"Ah, Rue! Please come and sit!" exclaimed Sherlock from the kitchen. I peeked a smile and sat on a dusty couch. Books from all kinds sat on the coffee table. Science books, Jane Austen's, Shakespeare, Animal Reproduction. 

I really have no clue why that was there.

Sherlock in a tight purple shirt came in with a tray of tea. 

"Where's your boyfriend?" I asked as he set down the tray on top of some books. 

He paused and had a strange look on him. 

"Uhh, and why would I ever want to date John? If we did, I probably wouldn't be here right now cause I'd be dead by then," he said.

I chuckled as he passed me a cup of tea.

Sherlock soon came by my side and sat next to me. We soon started talking about the case we were working on. About the pink lady. Sherlock had some clues I didn't know and I had some too. We were both standing up at the time when Sherlock asked, "Rue?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to have the honor of joining me on this case?"

"Like being your companion?"