Sherlock Imagines

Interested (Part 2)-Sherlock

|A Few Days Later|

You woke up and noticed that your brother wasn't there. You sighed and made yourself some breakfast and such.  You sat down on the couch and ate your food. Once you finished you went to get changed. You didn't know what to do so you decided to take a walk.
As you went along, you took note of the streets that you passed by so you'd be able to find your way back. You stopped at a cafe and got a quick coffee, then continued your walk. You came to a street and looked at the name.

"Baker Street."  You mumbled.

It sounded so familiar but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. You shrugged and stuffed your hands in your pockets. The cold wind blew against your face making you quite cold. Then, just to your luck, it started to pour down rain. You had noticed the sky was gray earlier but you didn't know it was going to rain. You threw your hands in the air in frustration and looked around for a place to stay dry. You noticed a covering across the street. It was a little covering with a sign that read "Speedy's" on it. You knew that you had heard all of these names before. You leaned against the wall and held your knees against your chest.
Your teeth clattered together as the wind continued to make you cold. And being wet didn't help make you warm either. On occasion, a strong gust of wind would push water right at you, soaking you yet again. It had been about five minutes before you decided to find a place to head inside.
To your luck there was a building of flats right next to Speedy's. You raised a shaky hand and knocked.
When a familiar face opened the door, you knew where you were. John stood there in the doorway and his eyes widened when he saw you soaking wet and shaking.

"H-hi John. C-can I c-come in?"  You asked.

"My goodness, y/n!  Yes of course!  Come in!"  He said.

You stepped inside and felt an immediate warmth. Water dripped off of you and started to make a puddle on your floor.

"John!  What's going on down there?"  Sherlock shouted down.

"Sherlock!  Bring me a towel please!"  John shouted back.

"Why did you go outside?  It's pouring!"  Sherlock shouted.

"For goodness sake!  It's not for me, just get one!"  John yelled.

Not long after Sherlock came down the stairs with a towel in his hand. He seemed to be muttering something angrily under his breath.

"If the towel's not for you, John, then who-" Sherlock stopped when he saw you there, shivering.

John snatched the towel from Sherlock and wrapped it over your shoulders.

"Th-thank you." You said.

"Here, come upstairs." John said.

Sherlock started walking up the stairs and you followed. You walked slowly so as not to fall. You walked into Sherlock's flat and he stood there in the center of the living room.

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" He asked.

"Coffee would be great please." You said.

Sherlock smiled and then went to the kitchen to brew some coffee. John came in and motioned for you to sit on the couch. You did just that and then he sat next to you. He took one of your hands and looked up at your face.

"Your hands are freezing!" He said.

"I'm freezing. Not just my hands." You said chuckling a bit.

Sherlock came in with a mug in his hand. He handed it to you and you accepted it. You smiled at him but he simply nodded at you then turned to the window. You felt warmth spread throughout your body as you sipped your coffee.

"How about you wash up really quickly and I'll see if Mrs. Hudson has some clothes for you to wear?"  John suggested.

"Alright."  You said nodding.

You stood up and John pointed you to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you, slipped off your soaked clothes, and climbed into the shower being immediately enveloped in warm water.
You took your time in there and finally forced yourself to get out. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself off. You heard someone knock on the door.

"Who is it?"  You shouted.

"It's me, John. I'm going to leave the clothes I found for you on Sherlock's bed!"  He called back. "It's the bedroom to the left when you walk out."  He said.

"Okay!  Thank you."  You called back.

You finished drying yourself off and then opened the bathroom door. You walked out just as Sherlock was walking out of his bedroom. You froze and you felt your face heat up. Sherlock looked at you with a shocked expression.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming out."  He said.

"No that's okay. I just need to get the clothes off your bed."  You said.

"These clothes?"  Sherlock asked holding an outfit in his hands. 

"I guess so."  You said and reached for them.

You smiled awkwardly at the tall detective before turning back around and shutting the bathroom door so you could change. You sighed with your back pressed against the door. You put the clothes on and then walked out once again. You came into the living room and saw only Sherlock there, sitting in his chair.
His eyes flicked up to meet yours and yours connected with his. Something about him made you curious and you wanted to figure out what that was. Maybe you just found his job interesting.  Or maybe it was something else. You deleted that thought from your head and sat down on the couch, eyes never leaving Sherlock's. As John walked in, Sherlock's head darted to in front of him.

"Ah, y/n. Umm, it's still raining really hard out there. You'll probably have to stay overnight."  John said.

You nodded, "O-Okay."  You said.

"John, where will she sleep?"  Sherlock asked.

"She can sleep in your room."  John said.

Sherlock looked at his friend, "Where will I sleep?"  He asked.

"I thought you didn't sleep."  John said.

Sherlock scoffed, "I suppose I don't need any sleep tonight."  Sherlock said.

John smiled, "Good. You can sleep in Sherlock's room."  He said turning to you.

"Alright."  You said with a smile.

The three of you stayed in the living room for a while just talking about stuff as the rain poured down outside. Sherlock left for a minute and went into his bedroom.

"Well, I'm getting tired. I'll go to bed when Sherlock comes out."  You said.

"Alright. I'm gonna go too.  Good night y/n."  John said and went to his room.

Sherlock came back out of his room with a gray t-shirt and black pants on. His blue robe flowed behind him as he walked. You stood up and walked towards his room.

"I'm going to bed, Sherlock.  Good night."  You said.

Sherlock didn't say anything but as you closed the door you heard something he said.

"Good night, y/n." 

That was just enough to make you smile. You slipped into his bed and under the covers. It was very comfortable and his smell filled your nose. You fell asleep and slept very soundly. You woke up the next morning to the sound of gunshots.