Jane. SH
Yes? Can I help you? JM
Are you busy at the moment? SH
Is there something you need? JM
I said, are you busy at the moment? SH
No, I'm not. JM
Good, I need you to come with me for a few hours. SH
Isn't John with you? JM
No, he has work today. I decided not to bother him. SH
Very well, I'll be over in 15 minutes. JM
No need, I'm already here. SH
What? JM
You read the text, I'm outside the building. SH
How did you get here so fast? JM
Don't act stupid, Jane. I took a cabbie and texted you on the way. SH
*Doesn't reply for 5 minutes*
For God's sake, will you hurry up? This is an important matter. SH
Jane came outside of the building covered in her black trench coat, black pashmina scarf, and black high heeled boots. She opened the door the cab and climbed inside.
"Afternoon, Jane." Sherlock turned away once she got into the car.
"Now, I hope you have a very good reason why you're making me come out of work." She frowned at him.
"Yes, a new case has been brought up, and I need somebody to accompany me." He looked out the window and tapped his fingers on his knee. "Besides, you said you weren't busy." He added.
Jane opened her mouth, but said nothing and just played around with her long brown hair that was always curled and styled to the left.
"Here we are." Sherlock got out of the car and slammed the door in Jane's face. She angrily opened it for herself and walked a few feet behind Sherlock.
"Keep up." He called after her. They entered a bank and Sherlock looked around for one of the witnesses. Jane immediately looked to her right to see blood red words painted on the wall:
"Kill Jane Marston."
Jane approached it, but had to stay back because of the yellow police tape around the wall. She stood staring at it in horror. "God…" Jane whispered to herself and read the words over and over again.
"This is why I wanted to bring you here." Sherlock said as he walked up next to her. "We're still gathering evidence…Lestrade suggested that you stay with John and I for a while. It's not safe where you're living. Knowing by the fact that your estate is very spacious… There's a chance that your assassin can easily kill you while you're not aware." He watched her, but then looked away.
"I think I can handle myself." She turned around and frowned at him.
"No, I insist that you stay with me." He frowned back at her.
"Why the Hell would you care?" She scoffed and started to walk past him.
"Jane, don't-" He grabbed her arm.
She pried away and continued walking.
"Why are you acting like this? I'm trying to help you." He started to raise his voice as he chased after her.
"Maybe I wouldn't act this way if you didn't treat me like crap all the time." She muttered.
"What?" He snapped.
Jane stopped herself and turned back around to look at Sherlock. "YOU. YOU'RE ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE ME FEEL USELESS. YOU'VE NEVER TAKEN INTO CONSIDERATION OF OTHER PEOPLE AND THEIR REACTIONS. THIS ENTIRE TIME, I'VE JUST BEEN A SIDEKICK. I'M NOT EVEN THAT IMPORTANT TO YOU. SO WHY WOULD YOU CARE IF MY LIFE WAS IN DANGER?"
She sighed heavily as she tried to hold back her emotions. She didn't say another word… If she said anymore, she'd cause commotion, and she didn't like publicity. The bankers were already staring at them, she might was well leave now. She glanced at the floor and pushed the doors to the bank calmly. Sherlock watched her go through the big windows of the bank. He stood there, numb. It's like the words that Jane had said actually affected him. Normally, he'd shrug and continue on as if it were nothing. But something bothered him to no ends as he watched her leaving. The words that she had yelled at him kept coming back, and wrapped around his brain. He couldn't think of anything else. Then, all of a sudden… he walked out of the bank and started to move closer to Jane. Slowly, but he made sure she was still in sight. Eventually, he started running towards her. It was like some force on Earth was pushing him towards her. It wasn't the wind, it wasn't gravity… What could it be?
He grabbed her arm and turned her around. This time, he wouldn't let her leave. Jane squirmed for a moment until she looked up into Sherlock's eyes. "Jane, you have to trust me. Don't go back home." He looked down at her shoes. He didn't want to look into her eyes.
"I'm still wondering why you won't let me go back home." She stopped squirming. Sherlock stopped gripping her arm so tightly and let her go.
"I don't know, Jane… I feel something different. I don't know what it is. I've never felt it before and I just-" He stuttered. This feeling was overtaking him. What was it? He couldn't figure it out.
"Love you." She smirked.
"What?" Sherlock jerked his head up and examined Jane's facial expression.
"I finished your sentence. 'I've never felt it before and I just-' love you."
"I don't know the first thing about love, Jane." Sherlock softly scoffed and licked his lips.
"That's because you don't know what it is, or when it happens."
"Has it happened?"
"I think it has…"
Jane looked into his eyes as they looked into hers. He pulled her closer to him. "I didn't know you could be a romanticist." She smiled.
"I'm not one… But it feels…natural." He frowned.
"Then indulge me in this 'natural' feeling." She smirked and kissed him on that busy sidewalk. He kissed back, indulged in the pleasure of this 'love' that Jane spoke of. At that moment, it appeared that Jane didn't care about the publicity she had now. There were probably people on the streets muttering and murmuring through the crowd. But none of them seemed to care. Once they pulled way, Sherlock spilled out the words,
"I love you." It was surprising. Once Sherlock had said this, his eyes widened. As if he didn't really mean to say that. Shocked, Jane returned the words and he kissed her again.
But it was a dream.
