SherlockXReader: A killer's love part 1

She paced her room. (Name) was recently phone by Lestrade, he needed her help. (Name) owed Lestrade her life, because he practically saved her back while she was going through some really rough times.

(Name) was at one point in time, Britain’s most notorious serial killer.
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Sherlock Holmes sawed away at the strings on his violin, causing a violently beautiful noise to emanate from the instrument. John Watson sitting at the table, typing on his laptop. Informing followers of his blog about updates on cases and the like. Updates on the adventures of he and Mr. Sherlock Holmes. It was then John’s cell phone started to ring. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?”

It was Lestrade. He explained to John that he had someone with him in his office he wanted them to meet. He was adding this mystery person to their “team”.

“Help? I am Sherlock Holmes; I need no help from anyone Lestrade thinks we need.” Sherlock put away his violin and plopped down on the sofa. There were no current cases going on, at least that they knew of, so Sherlock was bored. He fussed with the draw string on his blue silk robe.

“Sherlock, Lestrade told me he was going to come over first thing tomorrow morning with a new case and whoever he is talking about. We haven’t any choice.”

“I work alone.” Sherlock stated. That was that then.
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(Name) locked her door and walked to meet Lestrade at 221b Baker Street. She had googled the address last night, seeing as she lived not too far away from the place, she had suggested meeting him instead of wasting time for him coming to get her.
Once she saw Lestrade she ran to meet him.

“Good morning Lestrade!”

“(Name)!” He awkwardly hugged her, knowing he meant well she hugged back.

“How are you?” She chirped.

“I am well! But to be honest, I’m very hesitant for you to meet who you came here to see today.”

“Oh? Why is that?” She tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Well (Name), you may have heard of him from the news, or seen his companions blog. You’re here to see Sherlock Holmes.”

(Name) deadpanned. Sherlock….who….?

“Anyway!” Lestrade cut into her thoughts. “Shall we?” He gestured to the door. Just as he was about to knock, a tall, thin, handsome man opened the door. He was thin but not skeletal, and he had the most brilliant blue/green eyes. (Name) couldn’t even decide on what colour they were. They were stunning. And he had these chocolate locks she wanted to run her fingers through all day.

Sherlock opened the door to see Lestrade and a gorgeous girl who stood next to him. He out of habit began immediately picking apart who she was.

She had slightly messy and wavy (H/L) hair that was (H/C). Her hair was a wavy mess of a thing, most likely because she had slept in and didn't have the time to fix it. He looked down at her hands, fingernails bitten away. Anxiety. Her eyes with a bright (E/C), they looked excited but also a tad concerned. She was probably nervous being here. She carried a messenger bag. She was here to “help” him and John with their latest case, obviously. Her makeup smudge slightly from doing it in a hurry, but he could see underneath it and thought she didn't need to wear it in the first place.

“Come in.” It was more of a demand than an invitation. Lestrade gestured for (Name) to go before him. She nervously walked inside 221b Baker Street.