Sherlock Imagines

One Bored Girl (Part 1)

A/n: Sorry, quick thing before you read this. I made this a sequel type thing to Just A Teenager so, yeah. Hope you enjoy! :)

"I'm sooooo, BORED!!" You shouted sprawled out on your bed.

You rolled over and over but nothing that came to your mind seemed satisfying. You walked all about your room and then opened your bedroom door.

"Did you hear me? I'm completely and totally bored!" You shouted down the hall.

You about to shut the door when you heard gunshots. You reopened it and rushed into the living room. There laid Sherlock with a gun in his hand. He raised his hand and shot the wall. You didn't even flinch you were so used to the noise. Sherlock stopped and his head rolled over and he looked at you.

"Can I have a turn?" You asked.

Sherlock stood up and walked up to you. He raised his finger and took in a deep breath. You were so eager for what he would say.

"No." He said after a pause.

You frowned, "Why not?"

"Because you're too young." He responded.

"Sherlock I'm sixteen! Besides, it's not like I don't know how to use a gun." You defended.

"I know." Sherlock said.

It took a minute before you realized why he wasn't letting you. You gasped and crossed your arms.

"Oh! Oh I get it now." You said. Sherlock turned to face you, waiting for you to explain. "You don't want me to use the gun because you still don't completely trust me." You said and smirked.

"That is anything but the truth!" Sherlock said waving his hands around.

"Then let me shoot it." You said motioning to the gun.

Sherlock stared you in the eye but then turned away, "No."

"Trust issues." You mumbled.

"What was that?" He asked, his head shooting up.

"What? Nothing." You said, trying your best to keep a straight face.

You did an amazing job at it and you felt proud of yourself. Mrs. Hudson came up the steps and poked her head in.

"Hoo hoo." She said, letting us know she was present.

"Hello Mrs. Hudson." You said smiling at her.

"Hello dearie!" She said.

She wrapped you into a hug, something you weren't completely used to. You slightly hugged back. She made you and Sherlock some tea and then left. You laid down on the couch drinking your tea. Sherlock's phone started ringing and he picked it up and answered. When he finished he stood up.

"Come on. We have a case!" He exclaimed.

"Like a murder case?" You questioned.

"Exactly! Let's go, the game is on!"

You grabbed your coat off he rack and hurried out the door after him. The two of you climbed into a cab and waited till you arrived at the crime scene. Sherlock seemed to leap out of the cab when we arrived leaving you to pay. You rolled your eyes and handed the cab driver the money. 'It's Sherlock's money anyway.' You thought to yourself and then smirked. You caught up with Sherlock who was talking to an older silver haired man.

"Who's this?" The man asked.

"Oh, she's mi-ne." Sherlock stuttered.

You heard snorting of laughter and saw two people standing a little ways ahead of you all. They were whispering to each other and laughing, while looking between you and Sherlock.

"Yours?" One asked.

"When did this happen?" The girl asked.

"It didn't. Just forget it. She's here to help me with the-"

The man that was laughing cut him off, after looking at you for a little.

"I don't see the resemblance. How old is she?" He asked.

"You know I have ears and can answer questions for myself you idiot." You snapped.

You barely saw Sherlock smirk when you said that.

"Ooh, I'm starting to see it there Sherlock." The girl said stepping forward.

"Please, all we're here to do is examine the body and we'll leave." Sherlock said.

The two people blocked his path and shook their heads.

"Why? Seems you've got your hands full." The girl said, receiving a laugh from the man next to her.

Sherlock was about to say something, but you didn't give him the chance. You pushed in front of him and punched the girl in the nose. You slipped the gun out of her holster and hit the man with it. He fell over and you put the gun back into the girls holster. You dusted off the invisible dust on your shirt and turned to Sherlock.

"Now, shall we have a look at that dead body?"