Joaniarty + role reversal
Jamie is coming down the stairs of the Brownstone when she hears the doorbell ring. She sees Sherlock peering up from the bottom of the steps looking at her with curiosity.
Even if it is the holiday season and cases could come up, it’s not like her and Sherlock didn’t enjoy a day off. While she was going to be finding new ways to utilize Clyde in a simulation, Sherlock was going to exercise his excess energy. Clearly, the look on his face suggests that he was not expecting company so soon.
Jamie gets to the bottom of the stairs as he opens the door.
“You,” Sherlock snarls at whomever stands at the door.
Jamie knows that snarl. It’s only happened a few times for very specific people. More recently, for one specific person.
“You’re looking a little tired,” the woman retorts playfully at Sherlock.
To be quite frank, even Jamie is surprised at how their guest seems to move through the doorway with ease. More importantly, Jamie is surprised that she is even there.
“You’re looking a little evil, Watson,” Sherlock returns with disdain.
Watson stands at the doorway looking like any other person in a black top underneath a leather bomber jacket and simple jeans. The woman looks pedestrian, the way a thin layer of snow is caked onto her beanie and her nose is bright red from the cold.
“Jamie!” she exclaims with evil excitement.
Jamie remains stoic to the woman’s advances. At least, as best as she can considering Joan Watson’s criminal artwork is hard to stay away from. While Sherlock helps a great deal, Jamie hates being bested by the woman.
“Don’t make that face now,” Watson croons calmly as she lifts her hand that’s been holding something.
Jamie sees Sherlock raise his eyebrows. It’s a bottle in her hands and it looks like a bottle of eggnog.
“Is there a reason why you are here?” Sherlock snaps quickly.
“I’m not here for you if that’s what you’re asking,” Watson informs casually. She nods her head towards Jamie. “Nor am I here to plot any deviance.”
“No doubt those plans have already been set in motion,” Sherlock retorts with sass.
Watson neither confirms nor denies this.
Jamie knows why Watson is here and walks over to the woman. She takes the bottle of eggnog out of the shorter woman’s hands. “Thank you for the gift, now, if you please, Sherlock and I have important cases to catch up on,” Jamie says quickly as she ushers the woman out. She doesn’t want to have this conversation with Watson in front of Sherlock, even if Sherlock’s already deduced it. He’s been relentless since he found out about Watson’s infatuation with Jamie. Jamie just does her best to deflect the woman when she can.
“We should share that,” Joan argues as she steps outside the door. “Would it surprise you to know that you’ve been on my mind, Jamie?”
Jamie rolls her eyes. Now is not the time because she knows what look Sherlock is shooting to the back of her head. “Goodbye, Joan.”
The criminal mastermind opens her mouth to say something but Jamie promptly shuts the door on her. She lets out a small sigh before turning around to Sherlock. She looks at the bottle thoughtfully.
“Rohypnol? GHB? Or ketamine?” Jamie asks.
Sherlock reads her mind and answers, “No doubt she’d lace it with a tranquilizer.”
“Care to run some tests with me?”
“What’re the odds?”
Jamie smiles brightly as she makes her way to the living room where their makeshift lab is. “I win she kidnaps you. You win she kidnaps me.”
Sherlock rolls his eyes. “You want her to kidnap you anyways.”