forum it's me or the medicine (o/o) (Sherlock Holmes-y thing)

Started May 09, 2022 by Deleted user

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why is he a lil bit of a dilf ngl I love himmmm!!!

Also I added heights for my guys.

why is he a lil bit of a dilf ngl I love himmmm!!!

he is tho lol thanks!!

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Sherlock had had just about enough of this job. He wasn't there half the time and it was still hell. Construction work was not something his body was built for, and he was struggling to keep up. It was a busy day rebuilding the pediatrics wing of a hospital Sherlock couldn't be bothered to recognize, and it was grueling work on a suspiciously warm summer's day. Sherlock eventually managed to slip off, though, and began to snoop around the hospital looking for clues to his case. He'd been tracking the patterns of this construction company for a few months now, and if he could only find out what it was doing… well, he'd be golden. He snuck into an office of one John Watson: Neuropsychology and Psychiatry after he heard footsteps coming towards him, and sighed as he locked the door, then sighed again with relief as the footsteps disappeared.

Mary was coming to their partner's office in order to surprise him with some baked goods she'd managed to coax out of one of her more kitchen smart friends, as it was their six year anniversary of dating. In her pocket was a ring meant for John, a proposal ring. She was going to get hitched, if they could only find John. He wasn't walking around the wings of the hospital seeing patients, so they tried his office. Locked, weird since usually he kept his doors open wide as that wing of the hospital always got stuffy due to malfunctioning HVAC systems. She took out the key to the office that John had given to her for emergencies (cookies were always an emergency) and began to unlock the door.

(actually I was more thinking of John being somewhere along the lines of a Neurologist and psychiatrist? if that's alright? idk)

John had ducked out to use the bathroom for just a moment. He was getting older, and his bladder wasn't quite so good as it had been. He washed his hands and headed back towards his office. The older man walked with a bit of a limp; he had been injured while in the military, and his leg had not quite ever healed properly. It was fine, though. He could walk and move about and it was alright for now. He hummed quietly to himself as he moved through the hallways, occasionally greeting fellow doctors or nurses that he passed.

Mary spotted John in the hallway, and went up to give him a hug. Normally they were very physical, but not always this public about it. “Hi, love. I was hoping I could snag you on lunch break for a romantic walk to the hospital cafeteria?” she said. “Also, you locked your office. Hiding some other femme fatale in there you don’t want to tell me about?” while they and John technically had an open relationship, they really only ever wanted each other and Mary was fine with that. Many people wanted a woman-ish like them, but her interest in other partners was a fickle thing. Her interest in one John Watson, however, was forever. That’s why they decided the ring would be a smart idea. Who cared about gender roles? She wanted marriage, and love. “I heard someone moving in there. Is mainly why I ask. I saw you when I was finding the damn key, but you probably have your card on you anyways.” they suggested.

Sherlock meanwhile was cornered. This office had only one window, about six stories up from where he could see the ground. He decided to play it casual. You had no idea how many people would accept it if you just pretended to belong there. He looked at a half-eaten sandwich on the desk, began to eat the rest, and waited for the world to crash down all around him as he sat on the desk and waited.

(it's fine! thanks!)

John cocked his head faintly. "Door should have been unlocked." he replied, wrapping his arms around her and giving them a soft kiss. "And if I was hiding someone in there, I would have told you about them." this was true; any time he had gotten involved with anyone else, he had always let Mary know. Mainly out of courtesy, but also just to ensure she was still alright with it. He adjusted his lab coat, pulling his card from his pocket. "I have to check it out, though, there's sensitive information and files in there, and it's a breach of privacy if someone is in there." he gave them a quick smile, and headed towards his office. He scanned his key card, and the lock beeped, then flashed green. The deadbolt slid open, and John pushed the door open. His eyes fell on Sherlock almost immediately, along with his lunch in Sherlock's hands. He raised his eyebrows, taking in the young man in his office. "What are you doing in my office?" he demanded, taking a few steps forward. He picked up his cane from where it was leaning against the desk; he didn't need it at the moment, but it made a good weapon if the kid rushed him. He had had patients rush him before, though this young person was not dressed like a patient, nor did John remember seeing him before.

“Ah, I see you’re back. Well, have a good day Doctor Watson.” Sherlock pushed past John, then saluted informally to Mary, then made his way down the hallway trying to find his way back to the construction site. Sherlock’s heart beat faster than a badass drum solo, and he tried to get away as quickly as possible without making a scene. After all, if he did make a scene, he’d be suspected and then the rest of his record would come up and he’d be ruined. Or, at least, he’d be more homeless than he already was. The shelter certainly wouldn’t help him if they knew his past.

What Sherlock wasn’t expecting was for Mary to knock him off his feet when he was barely three feet down the hallway, pinning him to the ground with undue force. “Why were you in my boyfriend’s office, kid? Answer quickly and you’ll keep the use of your hands.” they growled. Sherlock’s bright orange and yellow construction vest gave him away in that he really wasn’t supposed to be there, and Mary had her suspicions that someone was trying to ruin the career of their hopefully future husband.

Mary didn’t expect the kid to fight back. He kicked, twisted around and eventually threw them off of him and ran down the hallway, faster than most normal humans could move safely. She followed him to an elevator in a state of some great disrepair, and he just managed to get the doors closed, blocking Mary from getting to him in time.

They banged on the doors, but the elevator was already going down, there was nothing she could do but wait for the ability to file a security report and hope they didn’t get suspicious of her frequent visits to her partner’s office. Well, they knew all the security people here, it wasn’t like Mary would have a problem with those folks getting in their way. But still, they didn’t want to cost John his job and liscence.

John, rather than give chase, called the front desk and filed with security so that they could maybe nab the kid. The vest had given him away as being part of the construction company, and the fact that this kid had been able to get to John's office was a bad thing in and of itself; security should have at least seen him and talked to him, and he never should have been able to gain access to John's office to begin with. The lock on his door was finicky, though, and he had sent in a complaint and a request for it to be fixed last week. They would hopefully factor that in. Otherwise…well. John's records were some of the more sensitive ones, as he had access to detailed information concerning not only the patients' physical health, but also mental concerns as well. If any of it were leaked, it could be disastrous for the patient, not to mention John's career.

Sherlock had escaped with his life, certainly. And, of course, with John’s address which he had purloined from Mary’s stolen phone’s gps, he’d nabbed it from them when they were on top of him. He hoped to apologize later and explain himself. 221B Baker Street, he memorized what he had written down and then threw away the paper. He didn’t want anybody to be able to find where he was going. He returned to the construction site and barely evaded security guards, finished the day tired but happy he could now seek out that Doctor John Watson and explain himself.

Mary was a bit defeated. She’d left John to his work, he was clearly too busy for her. It would have to be a quiet proposal at a restaurant or something similar, where nobody personal to her or him would know. They went back to John’s apartment, hoping to wait there and at least share the now dilapidated cookie crumbs with him in peace. What they didn’t expect was for the kid that apparently stole their phone to show up, holding said phone out to her when they opened the door. “We need to talk.” he said, she promptly allowed him inside as they were too stunned to do anything else.

John was disappoitned that Mary had left, but he also had so much more work now, just to check that that kid hadn't fucked anything up or gotten into files. Luckily for John, his computer was password protected, and the password hadn't even been attempted. So security was pissed, but John wasn't going to lose his job or his license, thankfully. He liked this job, and he would have been very disappointed– not to mention jobless and pissed off –if he had lost it and/or his license.