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The Obsessed Heart [Sherlock x Reader] 12

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Published: May 11, 2015

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Chapter 12: Admittance

  Holmes rolled his eyes, looking away from the Detective Inspector as he enjoyed mocking the man and questioning his morals. But luckily, they soon got down to business, the actual real reason he was there.

  “Mrs. (Your mother’s surname, which should be yours as well) said that you and her daughter used to be close when you were both young,” he began, looking down at his small notepad lying on the desk.

  Sherlock was growing tired of this already. They’d technically just started yet it was all a waste of time, “No I did not kidnap her, and no I don’t know where she is.” He said, in hope that would be all his questions, but Lestrade simply nodded, then continued his own sentence.

  “She said that her daughter visited you the day before she went missing.”

  At that statement, Sherlock tilted his head and narrowed his eyes momentarily. How did her parents even know about this? Why would she even tell them? “She did.” He said, “But she came and left by her own consent.”

  Then, the sound of the door behind him opened and a certain Sergeant Sally Donovan entered the room, holding her own little notepad full of questions and answers she’d asked Jonathan Andrews, “Hello freak.” She said with a positive smirk, oh she must have something planned.

  “I just heard from a witness that (Your name) was seen leaving your flat yesterday-” she began, but was cut off by Sherlock explaining himself again.

  “Yes, yes, we’ve just discussed this.”

  “Crying.” She smirked, standing aside the D.I looking cocky about herself, “She left crying and upset. What did you say to her?” she asked, resting her hands down on the table and peering at the Detective closely, “Did you threaten her? Tell her your heartless self actually does have a heart but she turned you down again? Oh I bet you couldn’t handle that rejection twice.”

  Sitting and staring up at her, Holmes could feel his anger building up. He knew she was trying to manipulate him, manipulate the situation to get him to confess, yet he was not the guilty party. Her words pricked at his mind, pricked at his emotional weak spot in his childhood, all until he exploded, “I did not threaten her! I did not declare my dying love for her and I certainly did not kidnap her! She came to me for help, she has a stalker which ironically is the man in the other room!” he yelled, panting slightly and almost shocked by his own actions and outburst.

  Lestrade and Sally both pulled back. Did they both just witness pure honesty and emotional overtake from a man that would never do such a thing?

  “Right,” Sally spoke in a more calmer and awkward tone, “I’ll get a warrant to search your flat.” She smiled, walking passed and out the room again.

  Lestrade, sitting at his desk, crossed his arms and sat back in his chair, “Uh, sorry about that.”

  Sighing, Sherlock stood up and ran a hand through his hair and began to pace the room with slight worry, “We’re wasting time here. Don’t bother interviewing the stalker again he has nothing to do with it, he came to me about (Your Name) being missing.” He explained while Lestrade took notes of it.

  “So he’s trying to cover his tracks maybe?” he shrugged.

  Holmes stopped and looked down at the man, “No. Don’t be an idiot. He wouldn’t have come to me of all people if he wanted to get away with running off with her against her own will. He’s not all that bright after all. I highly doubt he has a reasonable IQ. Oh,” he began to smiled, “He might just be able to befriend Anderson as they’re both idiots.”

  The door opened then again, not even five minutes later and Sally peered around it, “Got it.”

  Holmes frowned, as did Lestrade who stood up from his chair, “That was quick.”

  “Yeah, I had a judge on standby who was also eager to have your flat searched.” She smiled sarcastically and left, heading to the center of the floor and waiting for Lestrade.

  Lestrade got to his feet and exited his office followed by Sherlock. On the main floor where the officers were, Sally had rounded up some of the people that would be going on the hunt and searching Sherlock’s flat. There certainly were more than usually… perhaps it was because the Detective had ticked off so many people that they were all eager to find something to pin on him.

  “You stay here,” Lestrade said to Sherlock as he pulled his coat on, “Your drug stash is safe with me.” He mumbled as he sighed lightly, wandering out of the office and following everyone else.

  Smirking, Sherlock slipped his hands in his pockets and looked around the now, almost, empty floor. Jonathan Andrews soon was escorted out of his interview room and stood next to the Detective while your parents sat not too far away, your father trying ever so hard to stop your mother violently getting up and questioning the Consulting Detective. This was going to be awkward.