Drivers in their cars yelled at you and your companions as you raced through the streets of London, Sherlock in hot pursuit of a suspect.
And he was determined to catch him. If he lost him, you and John would never hear the end of it.
The man you were after was in link of the strange disappearances that were happening. Mainly women, but they all seemed to either be of the same age, ethnicity and have been recently separated from their partners.
None of the victims had been found, only small notes and hints left a trail of breadcrumbs.
You breathlessly stop behind Sherlock, his eyes scanning the perimeter. Your own head whizzed around the area in an attempt to catch the culprit. John stood beside Sherlock.
You had known the duo for quite sometime. Well, you were after all a relative of Mrs Hudson. Your original plan used to be just a simple visit to see her, but then you found yourself in the heart of a case that almost got you killed.
But, you stayed. You remained for the soul purpose that was the wonderful consulting detective of London who had managed to grasp your attention than any of man you had ever met.
He was different, nearly everyone in Britain knew that. Yet somehow, he had managed to steal your heart like an intelligent thief.
Sometimes you tell yourself that you didn't have those feelings for him, like he knew what he was doing and was only using your feelings for him as an advantage.
"There!" He alerted the pair of you, releasing you from your dazed state.
He was pointing towards the London Eye. And that's when your worst nightmare came true.
The man was entering the London Eye. And you were terrified of heights.
You ran after the boys but your feet refused to move the moment you had found yourself close enough to the Eye that you were almost caught in a crowd of tourists.
Your breathing had eradicated and your hands were shaking.
Maybe you could stay here and wait for the police? Yeah, that seemed like the most intelligent option.
"(Y/N) come on! We're going to lose him!" Sherlock's voice swept you through the crowd.
John was already pushing and shoving through the line, yelling at the conductors that it was a police emergency and it was vital that they allow him through.
Sherlock was stand in front of you, his back turned on the commotion behind him.
You shook your head.
"I'll stay here and wait for Lestrade to show up." You stated shakily.
"Go and help John. I'll only get in the way," You began to push the curly haired man towards the enormous wheel. "I'll inform Lestrade on the situation."
For once he did as you asked and proceeded to push through the crowd of people, ignoring the angered shouts and rants of both the conductors and public.
- - - - - -
It was at least twenty minutes before they merged from the Eye, dragging a helpless man behind them.
He was unconscious but breathing. He really did take a beating.
Lestrade stood next to you, a smile on his face as the two men approached him and the officers.
"You didn't half beat him up, Sherlock." He joked.
Officers began to drag the man away.
"That wasn't me." He eyed John from the corner of his eye. Sherlock smirked at you.
John shrugged. "What can I say, I was a soldier."
"You were a doctor!" You retorted.
"I had bad days!"
You laughed. Lestrade shook his head, his shoulders shaking as he suppressed a laugh. He said his goodbyes and his thanks before leaving with the other officers he had dragged along as backup.
"Well, I need to get back to Mary; I'll see you two later." John announced, waving at the pair.
You waved him goodbye, watching him enter a taxi and returning home, leaving you alone with the detective.
"I know," He notified, his hands behind his back.
You smile up at him. "I'm not surprised that you figured it out. When did you notice it?"
"The moment I met you, I could see it written all over your face."
He moved so that he was closer to you. Close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his body and if he leaned down you could his breath hitting you softly.
He carefully slid his hand into yours, his finger resting underneath your wrist.
In that second your mind fell almost blank. The crowds of tourists and civilians circulating you vanished from the area.
"I also spotted other things as well."
"Oh, like what?"
"That you like me. Well, when I say like I mean more than just friends and I think that you know that I've noticed this. You don't hide it very well."
"I don't hide a lot of things very well according to you." You smiled.
He returned it. "Your pupils have dilated which only makes it more obvious," He leans down, his lips beside your ear. "And the second I move to here your pulse has eradicated tremendously."
"Your own pupils have dilated," You whispered. Your own fingers brush against his pulse, feeling it quicken profusely.
"And your own pulse is moving quite fast."
"I'm glad you noticed."
He shifts, his lips skimming against your own.
You could feel your own heart skip a beat and feel it beat harder each second his lips rested against yours.
You tiptoed, allowing your lips to follow connect with his.
Kissing him was like being on cloud nine. And you didn't care about the eyes watching you as you wrapped your arms around him and held him close.
As long as you weren't on top of a high building or trapped in the London Eye you were safe.
In Sherlock's arms, you were always safe.
I randomly managed to find your stories of SherlockXReader...wow, i'm magical
I don't have Acrophobia but I still love this fic. Seriously. Number 12 on my Bucket List is to go BASE jumping.
I don't think the word eradicated means quite what you think it means X3 "Eradicated" means destroyed, killed, wiped out; I think the word you're looking for is escalated.
I know what it means. I put eradicated down since it means wiped out and felt better than saying 'stopped'
But...that doesn't make any sense...O.o "Your pulse has stopped tremendously?"
I believe when you fear something immensely it feels as though your heart has stopped. For me, personally, when my fear is being confronted for example: whenever it's thunder and lightening here I feel as though my heart has stopped for a few moments due to having such a fright.
I don't know how to explain it really
I don't know how to explain it really
That's understandable. It's that first feeling of shock and intense surprise that precedes fear. However, despite the feeling, whenever you are scared your pulse increases as a natural result of adrenaline, so in physical standards it doesn't make much sense.
Awe so cute x3
great story :3 i sorta have acrophobia
It would be interesting for the reader to have a fear of numbers, Arithmophobia!
Or just a fear of math...
Anywho, I like this! Adding to favorites!
Best part is that I realy am scared of heights I have bad panic attacks if forced to be in heigh places *cough dad cough*
I've never really been afraid of heights but I know a few people that are. I don't see why you should be forced to be in high places if you're afraid.
I actually do have Acrophobia so it was pretty good to read this. I really liked it! Do you think you could do one for the fear of insects? (I think the phobia name is Insectophobia, but I'm not really sure). I'm just suggesting it, though, so if you're busy I'll understand! :3
Thank you :3
I could try, I did one with a fear of spiders(It's entomophobia, but I think that's another name for it). I will try and write it up as soon as I can, but I am a little busy at the moment
Entomophobia is the fear of insects. Arachnophobia is the fear is spiders. Spiders and insects aren't the same.
Sorry to get all technical on you! '^^
Sorry to get all technical on you! '^^
I know,they were asking what insect phovia was.
Oh, you're welcome.
I read that one too, but you see, there are people, like me, who would freak out if they saw any kind of insect XD I'm really glad, but you don't need to rush! :3
I enjoy messing with feels...strangely, even though I don't enjoy mine being messed with :3
I am not crazy I swear
Lovely story. One little think i have to point out. John says "Well, I need to get back to Mary; I'll see you too later" You used the wrong form of to. (You used too instead of two) Haha. ^_^ Thats just my OCD acting up, now worries. Very well written