BBC Watson x Reader Chpt. 36- Escape

It wasn’t long before the weather was slowly starting to get colder as November rolled in. You wished it would snow, you loved snow so much, but it had been a rather warm year so all you got was more rain and cold winds. Not that you didn’t like rain, you loved it as well, but it wasn’t snow.

This is where John found you one November afternoon, looking forlornly out the window at the greying sky. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, “I’m sure it’ll snow soon love.”

You turned in his arms to face him, snuggling into his the crook of his neck as he leaned his cheek on your head, just enjoying him being there. You had been particularly busy with the holidays coming up, and the two of you had had little time to be together alone, until tonight that is.

You and John had arranged a night off and he was taking you to a small bed and breakfast across town so you could get away from your brother, who you loved dearly but was incredibly nosey.

He pulled from you reluctantly and scooped up the bag that you’d packed together, “Come on. We should go before Sherlock gets back with something to keep us here.”

You chuckled taking his extended hand and the two of you escaped the flat for the night.

You were woken rather early by your phone ringing, John groaning as he unsuccessfully tried to keep you from answering it. The person on the other end practically screamed, causing you to hold the phone away from your ear, calling into it groggily, “Volume Aaron! Please!”

The voice quieted and you pressed the phone to your ear only for it to slide from your hand as you clamored over John rather ungracefully to grab the TV remote.

“(F/n) what is it?” John asked, sitting up, but you shushed him, flicking it on to the news with shaking hands.

Your eyes scanned the images quickly and before John could process it you were already up and pulling on your clothes.

“Bloody hell.” He swore under his breath before bouncing up to join you and the two of you were quickly on your way back to the flat.

You ducked under the police tape before anyone could stop you, taking the stairs two at a time with John close behind, and when you got to the top you stopped in the open doorway and let out a relieved sigh.

“We leave you for one night and suddenly the flat is decimated in an explosion. What ever am I going to do with you Sherly?” your playful tone belied the worry you actually felt as you stepped over to him and carefully took his face in your hands, looking him over for any injuries.

He rolled his eyes, “It’s not as though I caused it.”  

Seeing that he was absolutely fine, you frowned at him and John pointed out, “Would it have killed you to pick up a phone? We had to find out by telly and (F/n) was absolutely beside herself.”

Sherlock looked up at you with an expression that you knew was meant to convey his apologies and in response you gave him a light slap up side the head with a playful grin. John sighed, knowing that the exchange was a way of communicating between the two of you that he would likely never understand.

You spun placing your hands on your hips, “Well my morning’s shot so I might as well get to work on this mess.”

You enlisted their help in cleaning up the flat as best you could and when that was done Sherlock got a call from Lestrade. You let them go as you had your own work to do in the next few hours and continued to mess with the flat.