Sherlock (BBC) x Reader Part 1

   Sherlock x Reader Part 1
"Morning," you dragged yourself out of your room. Your hair was a mess. "Morning,____." John replied from the kitchen. Your eyes scanned across the room until you saw the clock which read 12:14.
     It had been about a year since Mrs. Hudson let you stay in 221b with the two men, which at first, had seemed a bit odd. After a few months you had gotten used to Sherlock's mess, violin until 4 a.m., random gunshots, and the sudden trips they would take. Mostly, you would stay behind because both men insisted the job was too dangerous, but you often wondered if it was because they think that you would act helpless in a situation.
     You rubbed your eyes and looked around the empty apartment once more. It was covered in Christmas decorations and lights. "Where's Sherlock?" You asked. "He said he had a job."
    "But he just got back from one. Ugh. How long has he been out?" He looked up from a seemingly boring book. "About an hour." You sighed and plopped down on the couch that sat against the back wall.
     "You know today's Christmas Eve eve?" You spoke loudly to John, "So have you gotten any presents?" He sighed. "As a matter of fact I did. I got you, Mrs. Hudson, and Sherlock gifts."
"Really?" You asked. A second later you mentally face-palmed yourself. A large sigh escaped your lips. "Dammit. John, I forgot to get Sherlock a gift."
     "What? You? Forget to buy Sherlock a gift?" He sounded sincerely surprised, stressing the words 'you' and 'Sherlock'. "What?" You asked defensively. "You're attracted to him. He's got no idea of course." He was surprisingly indifferent.
     "Ok fine. Just come with me to get him something. Please...." You begged, pulling your hands together. "Sure." He sat the book down on the table, creating a loud bang. You jumped up as fast as you could, but clutched the arm due to the dizziness from getting up.
    You picked out a simple outfit, including a thick, black scarf and tight skinny jeans. As soon as the outfit was completed, you bounded out of the room and grabbed a jacket. "Come on, John! I've got the perfect idea!"