His partner · Y/n story by @marvelfan

Rain lashed against the gas lamps of Baker Street, turning the cobblestones into a mirror of amber light. The November wind howled down the chimney, rattling the teacups on the sideboard.

Sherlock Holmes

from his armchair, hands steepled beneath his chin The inspector will arrive within seven minutes. He will bluster, he will pace, and he will ask us to take a case that bores me to tears.

He didn’t look at you when he spoke. He never did, when he was this deep in the web. But the corner of his mouth twitched — the only tell he allowed himself.