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Wholock x Reader - Part 7

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After an hour and a half of sitting at your laptop and searching up information on the victims, you were starting to wish that maybe you had gone to the crime scene. It might've been at least a little more interesting than what you were stuck doing.

And even after all that time spent researching, the casualties themselves seemed pretty boring people (in life, of course). You were only able to dig up so much information, even with your police privileges and the Doctor's hacking skills. 

First victim was a small, middle aged man living just outside of London with no family and only a couple of friends. He worked for a business in the city as a cleaner. One witness to his murder.

Second victim: A younger man, flat-sharing a place in town with some mates. Had a girlfriend but no family and was unemployed. Used to work in the army. No witnesses.

The information really didn't help all that much. You only hoped that Sherlock and John would come home with some useful to share. You sighed dramatically and slammed the laptop shut. You leant back into the armchair you were sitting on and tried to think. Maybe the information you had found wasn't useless?

"Nope," you thought, "Useless."

"What is?" The Doctor asked, startling you. You hadn't realised you had actually spoken aloud. He raised his eyebrow and perched himself on the windowsill closest to you.

"The information I found on the victims," you said, rubbing your left temple.

"Maybe," he sighed.

"Anyway," you spoke, "are you hungry?"

"Starving," he said and nodded happily.

You bounded into the kitchen and up to the fridge. As soon as you had opened it, though, you automatically slammed it again. You felt disgusted... and slightly creeped out.

"Uh... Doctor?" You called out, getting over the initial shock of what you had just seen.

"Mm-hmm?" He replied from the other room.

"...Does Sherlock always tend to leave a pair of human feet in the fridge...?"

You had no audible answer from the timelord, but he did smile. You supposed that was a yes. So Sherlock keeps feet in the fridge? It had seemed completely absurd to you at first but the more that you thought of it, the more you realised. He was a detective after all. You rolled your eyes and moved on to the pantry, hoping to find something edible in this mess of a kitchen. 

Kneeling down, you opened the cupboard, finding only a jar of pickled onions and some breadsticks.

You stared at the poorly stocked pantry, then muttered to yourself, "I think I'll order takeout."

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The food arrived in less than a half hour, and you and the Doctor dug straight into it. Just minutes after you had started to eat, Sherlock and John arrived.

"Hey, guys!" you greeted through a mouthful of food.

Sherlock threw his coat over his armchair, then sat on the one opposite, pulling himself back into that thinking pose you had seen him do earlier.

"Want some food, Dr Waston?" The Doctor asked politely.

"Yes, thanks," John said almost excitedly as he scuttled over to the table you had the food on and started to eat.

"Sherlock?" You pointed at your plate, "Want anything?"

"I don't eat while I'm on a case - it slows me down," he replied. He brought both hands up to his dark curls and flicked it back and forward in one quick motion, then returned to his previous pose.

"Suit yourself," you shrugged, stuffing more food into your mouth.

When you were all done, John cleaned up your things and you followed the Doctor back into the living room. He sat down on the armchair with Sherlock's coat on it, pushing it aside.

"What did you discover?" He asked Sherlock. He didn't reply.

"It's difficult to say," answered John as he came to stand beside you. The Doctor waited for him to continue. "The body wasn't the same as the others," he finally said. 

"It was different in that this girl was killed almost immediately before the metal contraption was attached to her. Or maybe even at the same time," the army doctor continued on.

"Which means the killer has broken his pattern," Sherlock cut in.

"What are we supposed to make of that, though?" John asked.

"Something must've gone wrong," the Doctor said grimly after a pause, "Something this girl did that the killer didn't like. So.... she had to be put out action."

"But where does the metal thing come into all this?" You asked curiously, "Unless... the something that went wrong was the device?"

The Doctor jumped to his feet.

"You're brilliant!" he said, grinning like a child and winking at you.

"Whatever it is it must've malfunctioned or something of the like, in a way that the killer disagreed," John added. You jumped up, smiling as much as the Doctor and laughing. John laughed too, and pulled you into a hug. That's when you noticed that Sherlock had remained seated, not looking anywhere near as happy as the rest of you. He was even still staring off into nowhere.

"Sherlock?" you said, taking a step closer to him. 

Nobody spoke. Nobody moved.

"Uhh... Sherlock?" John asked hesitantly.

"No, no, no!" Sherlock yelled, standing up, pushing past you and pacing the room. "It doesn't make any sense! We're missing something. I'm missing something!"

"Maybe you're right," said the Doctor, "There's something obvious. It's smacking us in the face but we're too blind to even notice."

Now that you thought about it, you did have a strange feeling inside of you. As if you had lost or forgotten something really important and no matter how hard you thought, you just couldn't figure out what that thing was. 

You bit your lip, struggling to think about what it could possibly be that was so obvious. Sherlock continued pacing. You began to pace. The Doctor began to pace. John sat himself down on the sofa, watching the three of you go back and forth.

Think, think, think. What could it be?

"What am I missing?" you were vaguely aware of Sherlock muttering to himself as you strained for an answer. 

So... two rather ordinary guys were killed, then later (or even much later) found dead somewhere with a weird alien-looking device on their necks. But then the next to be found is a girl who was assumed to have been killed and attached with the device at the same time!

You were lost. You had no answer to this puzzle.

It seemed that the others had nothing either. If you couldn't figure this out, more people would surely die and it would be all your fault. What could it possibly be?!

That's when your phone rang.

"Hello?" you practically groaned into it. It was one of your co-workers. Apparently JAmes had asked them to tell you that you had some paperwork to be done. "Okay, thanks," you said and ended the call.

"What is it?" John asked.

"I have to go to work to pick up some paperwork," you frowned.

"Do you want me to... You know... Give you a lift?" The Doctor said, scratching at his head and (as you could only just notice) blushing.

"Thank you but I could use some space to think," You said with a smile. The Doctor nodded sadly.

You said good-bye to the three men. Sherlock was still pacing and didn't even react when you left the flat. Little did you know that as you left, Sherlock watched you from the window above, almost wishing that you didn't have to leave. But unbeknown to you both, there was another watching you, sticking to the shadows and trailing after you.



Happy Valentines' Day, everyone!! (Nearly, anyway)

Once again, I'm sorry that these are taking so long. I recently got a new job and I've been working pretty hard. I didn't even bother to edit this chapter!! So please excuse any mistakes.

Also sorry that everything is rushed and boring. I always find myself wanting to get straight into the action.

Next one will be up... who knows when? But I promise there'll be more romance to come (I realise now that there hasn't been much so far).

Thanks to :iconavalonfang3: for giving me some ideas. They're very much appreciated  :)

I don't own you or the characters from the BBC

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Cicitrix's avatar
I love Wholock, and on that note I do believe I have the most insane group of friends ever. They want me to make a fanfic where the main character is a Crystal Gem (Steven Universe) who goes on adventures with The Doctor, John and Sherlock. I think they need to be placed in solitary confinement....