Sherlock watched as you questioned one of the witnesses to his most recent case. He was, of course, meant to be questioning one of his own, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and the man you were talking to, who seemed to be getting too close for comfort.

The next thing you knew, Sherlock was beside you, with his arm around your waist, and glaring daggers at the man. “Do you have all you need?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer. “Good. Let’s go.” He growled, pulling you away.