Hey, guys!

I'm obsessed with Janine/Sherlock or Janlock as some people call them. There are not many fics about them so I thought I'd give it a shot. This takes place in between 3x02 and 3x03 - telling the story of how Sherlock and Janine started dating and became the thing that John witnessed in that hilarious scene in His Last Vow.

Disclaimer: Sherlock belongs to BBC, Moffat and Gatiss.

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Chapter 1

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Janine locked the door of her flat and hurried down the stairs, cursing her stupid alarm for not going off. Now she was going to be late and her boss would give her a cold glare – the one that made her insides turn.

She hated her boss. She hated her alarm. And she sure as hell hated that she didn't have enough time to get some breakfast. Her empty stomach will have to wait. The thought alone was depressing and sad… She wasn't much of an eater, but she did enjoy her regular three meals. And considering that she was the PA of Charles Augustus Magnussen, she needed her energy.

She walked out of the building and hailed a cab. By some miracle, one actually stopped and some bloke reached it before she could. She hurried towards the vehicle, shouting, "mine, mine, mine!" and the guy turned.

She stopped, a smile appearing on her face involuntarily as she recognized the curly hair, the prominent cheekbones and the striking eyes. "Sherlock Holmes," she said, "It's been a while."

The consulting detective frowned a little. "It's only been six days since the wedding."

"Feels like centuries, doesn't it?"

His lips twitched in amusement. "A bit early in the day for flirting, isn't it?"

"Well, I'd check the Universal Flirting Rulebook for acceptable time of the day to flirt, but I'm in a bit of a hurry," she reached for the door and opened it.

He stepped towards her. "So am I. There is a corpse at Bart's that I need to examine. It's regarding a case involving a –"

"Yes, fascinating." She could not help but chuckle at his pout. Clearly he did not like to be interrupted. "Share a cab with me?"

She got in the cab. A second later, he did too, closing the door behind him. Once they had told the driver their destinations and the car had started moving, they looked at each other. She wondered why she didn't recognize him sooner. His coat with the upturned collar and the purple scarf was all over the newspapers these days. And considering that she worked in the media, she saw a lot of newspapers. But then again, the sword of her boss' anger at being late was looming over her head and it was enough to make anyone forget anything – literally.

She snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of his deep, gorgeous voice.

"How did things go with that geek at the wedding?"

"Not so well."

"Really? You seemed pretty happy dancing with him."

She shrugged. "What can I say? I'm all for comics and sci-fi but I do like talking about something other than Iron Man after 2 hours and a million dances."

He laughed. "I did say they put the hours in."

"Yeah, you did." She nodded, "And what were you doing in my neighbourhood?"

"Interviewing the victim's step-brother, who, I should tell you, is no longer a suspect in this case. It was obvious from his coat collar that he had forgiven his step-brother for publicly humiliating him."

Janine frowned, wondering if she should ask him to explain. She decided against it. She was already late for work, she was already starving and she was also slightly sleepy. Understanding how Sherlock Holmes' mind works could wait.

"Don't you want me to explain how I ruled him out as a suspect?"

She couldn't help but smile. "I want to, but maybe later."

"You're worried."

"I'm going to be late for work. I hate being late for work."

"Maybe you should buy a new alarm clock."

"How do you –"

"Please!" Sherlock waved a hand carelessly, "It's obvious."

"How?"

"You muttered the words 'stupid alarm clock' when you were in the cab."

She laughed. "That's cheating."

"That's good hearing."

"Fair enough," She bit her lip, trying to control the butterflies that had started fluttering in her stomach when he smiled at her.

He wasn't interested. Mary had told her. The press always said. Should she dare?

But then here he was, talking to her, being perfectly… perfect with those tender eyes. She was no Sherlock Holmes but she had felt sparks between them at the wedding. Did that mean that –

"Go on," he said.

She blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"It is painful watching your internal debate, which is not so internal considering I can almost hear your thoughts. They're that loud."

"What am I thinking, then?" She challenged.

He opened his mouth and closed it, probably deciding against saying whatever he was going to say. He tilted his head to the side, eyes fixed on hers and tried again. "How about you join me for lunch and I answer your question then?"

She opened her mouth to reply when the cabbie spoke up, "CM Global News, miss."

"What?" She realized that the cab had stopped outside the tall building that was her office. "Oh. Okay." She looked at Sherlock, who was waiting for her reply, an eyebrow raised. "Um, Mr. Magnussen will not let me have a proper lunch break today."

"Is he that mean to his employees?"

You've no idea, she wanted to say. Instead she shrugged nonchalantly as she opened the door to the car. "I am late."

"Oh, okay. Well, it was nice seeing you, Janine."

She paused, one leg out of the car, at the words. She could have sworn she heard disappointment and maybe a little bit of hurt in his voice. She turned back to him and his face was calm, as always. "You know, I might be available for dinner though."

He nods, his face instantly brightening up. "I'll text you."

"Sounds like a plan," she gets out of the car, "How do you know my number?"

"Guest list. I helped Mary plan the wedding, didn't I?"

"Right," she fumbles in her purse for the money when she notices him shake his head. "What?"

"I'd hate for Magnussen to keep you late so go. I've got this."

"In that case, see you later, Mr. Holmes," without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heels and ran into the building, heading for the escalator.

Maybe this day wasn't going to be that bad…

I'm new with Sherlock fanfic writing so please forgive me if the characters are OOC. But please do tell me how was it? Good? Bad? Should I continue? Reviews are greatly appreciated.

Thank you for reading! :)