A Bad Idea - Sherlock One Shot (x Reader)

    It was quite interesting to be friends with Sherlock Holmes.

    Sometimes it was funny.

    Sometimes mysterious.

    Sometimes dangerous.

    But most of the time, it was just downright annoying.

    You had been friends with Sherlock and John for a little over a year now, and actually moved into the flat with them a few months ago. After getting to know them, Sherlock and his older brother Mycroft were a little overprotective over you.

    Well... that was a bit of an understatement.

    You were currently on a date. It was going quite well - until you noticed that all of the security cameras in the restaurant were turning to look at the table you were sitting at. A normal person wouldn't give it a second thought, but you knew the two brothers were up to something.

~ ~ ~

    "Sherlock, the cameras are set up." Mycroft said into the phone.

    "Okay. I'm going in." Sherlock said, and he straightened his bow tie and began to walk over to your table.

~ ~ ~

    You were talking with your date when you heard a French accent speak behind you. "Hello, how may I help you this evening~"

    You turned your head and saw Sherlock - with a bow tie, fake glasses, and--- wait a second, did he draw a fake mustache on himself with a pen?!

    "Just one second," you said politely as you excused yourself, and then proceeded to drag Sherlock off by grabbing his ear.

    "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," he said until you were both out of sight.

    "Sherlock, what the hell are you doing here?!"

    "I just wanted to see what your date was like."

    "Sherlock, how many times do I have to tell you?! Stop prying into my love life!"

    He looked down at the ground awkwardly. "...he was marrie--"

    "DAMMIT, SHERLOCK!"

    "Bu--"

    "No buts."

    "Fine."

    "By the way, your fake French accent sucks."

~ ~ ~

    You were back at 221B; John was asleep and Sherlock was in his usual position on the couch with his hands in a prayer position under his chin. You knew he wouldn't be moving for quite a long time, so you went downstairs to ask Mrs. Hudson a question.

    "Mrs. Hudson, do you have a boxcutter I could borrow?"

    "Yes, it's somewhere around here... but dear, why would you need a boxcutter?"

    "Oh, there's just something I'd like to take care of."

~ ~ ~

    You woke up the next morning very happy - you were humming to yourself and was making tea when John came into the kitchen. "Good morning!" You said cheerfully.

    "Good morning," he replied as he took a sip of the freshly-made tea. "What are you so happy about?"

    "Oh, nothing..."

    Right after you answered John, Sherlock burst into the room. "(Y/N)!"

    "Yes, Sherlock?"

    "What have you done with them?!" He asked as he began to look around the room frantically.

    "With what?"

    "My cigarettes!!"

    "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," you said, faking innocence.

    Sherlock had now begun throwing papers and boxes around. "Where are they?!"

    "Sherlock, go get dressed. We can go over to Scotland Yard to find you a case. That'll take your mind off of it."

    Sherlock sighed and reluctantly went back to his room. John turned to look at you. "You've never helped him out like that. Why start now?"

    "Wait for iiiitttt...."

    You both heard a high pitched scream and Sherlock came running back into the room holding his beloved purple shirt - which was shredded to pieces. You and John burst out laughing.

    "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SHIRT?!"

    "Just a little revenge..."

    "What on earth did Sherlock do this time?" John asked.

    "He was spying on my when I was on a date... so I stole his cigarettes. And cut up all of his shirts."

    John shook his head and was about to speak when you heard the door open and close. You turned around to see Mycroft glaring at you.

    "(y/n)..."

    "Hi, Mycroft! What's up?"

    He continued to glare at you. "Give it back to me."

    "Give you back what?"

    "You know what."

    John joined the conversation. "What did you steal, (y/n)?"

    "I stole and burned all of his umbrellas."

    "You WHAT?!"

    The rest of you burst out laughing.

    "WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU BURN THEM?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU BETRAYED MY TRUST!"

    At this point, Sherlock was cracking up, you had a hard time breathing due to laughing so hard, and John was doubled over. After the laughter died down, Sherlock spoke.

    "Let's all say that prying into (y/n)'s love life was a bad idea."

    "Agreed."