Random Fandom Imagines (Requests Closed)

Pentaholic135/Sherlock

"Tirzah? Are you listening to me?" asked Sherlock.

I bopped my head up with a smile.

"Sorry, just thinking that's it," I replied as he and I were sitting on the couch together, trying to solve this case.

I was thinking about you, I wanted to say.

But I can't. My eyes dragged to John, my boyfriend, reading some witness statements of a murder that happened a few days ago.

"John, anything in particular yet, love?" I asked.

I admit I still care for John, but something keeps leading me to Sherlock. I always feel this sudden urge to kiss him or something.

"Nothing here that's surprising," he said with a smile.

I smiled back and looked at Sherlock, expressionless while looking at his hands. Silence grew. Suddenly, John stood up and pronounced, "I'm gonna go and read at the library for a bit. Tirzah, would you like to come?"

I shook my head and said, "No thanks. I might investigate a bit more."

He sighed a small one and walked towards the door.

"Alright then. Call me if you need anything," and John left, leaving me and Sherlock.

I fumbled with my fingers and said, "I'm gonna go take a walk for a while, just to clear my mind."

"Fine," mumbled Sherlock.

I stood up and grabbed my coat. Feeling rude for not inviting him, I asked, "Did you want to come?"

"No but thanks," he said and glared at the papers in front of him.

I nodded and left, soon entering the outdoors. The crisp air hit my nose and hunched up a bit more. I walked past the crime scene and stopped. It wouldn't hurt just to take a peek right?

I soon arrived at the crime scene. It was in the basement of a warehouse and a man had brutally tortured an innocent woman to death, then dressed her up as a doll.

Overall, I was disgusted by the whole thing. Caution signs were everywhere and a chair, where the body was, still stood in it's place.

"They seriously need to get rid of that," I mumbled.

"I don't think so," a voice heard from behind me.

I turned around to see a man, a handsome one. Blonde, brown eyes, chiseled british face. He grinned, showing not a perfect pair of teeth.

"Uh can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes you can," he slurred and immediately the stranger grabbed me by the arm. He held me tight against his chest as he put a cloth over me. Last thing I saw was his piercing brown eyes, ready to do whatever he wanted to do to me.

A few hours later

My head hurt terribly as I slowly opened my eyes, revealing the man who kidnapped me with a knife in his hands.

"Now tell me doll, were you the one who killed my wife?" the guys said closely to my face.

I tried to escape, but I realized he had tied me up in the chair where he had killed that other woman.

"You let me go," I said, gritting through my teeth.

"What about no," he said and slapped me. A sting rang through my cheek as I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Now again, did you kill my wife?" he asked once more.

"She didn't," I heard someone say and immediately bonked him on the head with a brick, making the stranger fall lifelessly on the ground.

Sherlock stood with the brick in his hand and dropped it on the ground. He looked up at me and sprinted to my side.

"Sherlock," I breathed out.

"Tirzah, why didn't you let me know you where coming down here? You could've died," he exclaimed as he untied me.

Suddenly as soon as he was done, I grasped him in my arms, giving him a huge hug. His arms came around me and gave me a squeeze.

"Thank you, Sherlock," I murmured in his ear.

"I don't know what I would of have done if you were dead," he said, still holding me.

I looked up to see jealous John, looking hurt by my action.

"John," I said.

We immediately parted as teary-eyed John went up the steps. I followed him and called his name.

"John, wait let me explain," I said and he stopped in his tracks. John turned around with his hands in his pockets.

"Tirzah, there's nothing to explain," he replied softly.

"Yes there is."

He stared at me with his soft eyes as I said, "I haven't been completely honest with you, John. At least with my feelings."

"You love Sherlock, don't you," John said.

I hesitantly nodded in which he did too.

"He does too," he stated.

"He does?"

"Yes. He does. I can tell by the way he looks at you, and how you look at him," John remarked.

I came to him and gave him a hug.

"You were the last person I ever wanted to hurt," I murmured in his ear.

He gave a little sigh and we separated.

"Now go to him," he remarked with a smile.

I smiled and rushed off to Sherlock. He wasn't at the crime scene so I suspected he went home. I ran to the flat and it started to pour.

I rushed into the flat and yelled, "Sherlock!"

Opening the door to his flat, Sherlock stood towards the raining window and turned around.

"Tirzah," Sherlock said.

Dripping wet, I walked towards him quickly and grabbed his face, pressing my lips on his. He knew just what to do and closed the space between us. Sherlock's hands rested on my waist while one of my hands escaped to feel his soft curls.

My feelings were now clear that I was meant to be with Sherlock.