Disclaimer: Only OC is mine, everyone else is not
One does not expect to fall in love. Seriously. I had thought that love would leave me alone for the entirety of my life, however I just had to be proven wrong…again.
It all began one fine day when I was suddenly a cop slash bodyguard for one Sherlock Holmes…
I look up from my newspaper when I hear a scuffle across the street from me. I see a willowy built man scuffling with another man who has a knife in hand. I drop the newspaper and jump over the small picket fence around the café I was enjoying my coffee at. I barrel into the shorter man successfully getting him to let go of the knife. I grab hold of his coat and use it to restrict his airway and paralyze him. The tall man is looking at me with shock, I motion to his phone
"Mind calling for some help or would you like me to do that for you too?"
He breaks out of his stupor and grabs for his phone and calls. I put the handcuffs on the guy and get off of him. Another man shorter than the one on the phone approaches with his walking stick
"I see you managed to apprehend another one Sherlock"
Sherlock turns to look at the newcomer
"Yes, well I had some help this time"
He looks over at me
"How would you like to be my bodyguard?"
I stare at him in shock.
Of course Lestrade thought it would be a very good idea for me to keep tabs on Sherlock and his mystery solving powers. Now a year later I find myself in love with the man I thought would be the end of me. I think it's in my family's genetics to fall in love with sociopaths…
I find myself looking at the small curio I have in my hand and admire it. It is rather nice if I do say so myself. It is a small brass wolf that is howling, I hold it up to the light and admire it a bit more before putting it in my pocket.
Today is the day Jessie Compton( a.k.a me) is going to confess to Sherlock Holmes.
I leave home and make my way through the streets and before long I find myself standing in front of 221B Baker Street. I knock and I am greeted by John Watson. We both walk up together and I make myself comfortable.
"Sherlock's gone off to the mortuary for a new case"
"Lastrade called me about it, he keeps asking why I can't keep track of Sherlock. He doesn't realise that Sherlock will do what he wants to do without consultation"
John nods in understanding before getting up to make some tea. I decline as I always do and just then the door opens. Sherlock with his trademark scarf walks in ,mumbling to himself and walks straight to his equipment and pulls out a petri dish from his pocket and begins a rather complicated looking experiment.
It isn't too long later when John goes out the door, claiming he has a date and a show planned for tonight. I wave at him with a smile and wish him luck and he smiles before closing the door behind himself.
Sherlock has taken to sitting on his email and I approach and clear my throat. He looks up at me with a quirked eyebrow. It feels as if my skin is too tight on my body and I have the sudden urge to scratch at myself. I open my mouth
"Spit it out"
"How about some patience instead Sherlock?"
I take a deep breath
"Sherlock I have known you for the better part of a year and I think I may…"
"Be in love with me, I know"
As usual the man could not keep himself from spilling everything before I could
"Yes, well since you spoilt the surprise I brought something else. I hope you don't spoil the surprise for yourself again"
I dig the wolf out of my pocket and place it on the desk. He eyes it for a moment
"Made in Africa?"
I nod
There is a thick silence before he turns back to his email
"I do not feel the same I'm afraid"
My heart stops
"What?"
He turns around to look at me again
"Your romantic feeling towards me are not returned. In fact they may even hinder us in the near future"
Everything is falling apart around me. I should have known better than to approach him with my feelings. I should have known better than to expect him to understand and maybe have feelings towards me too.
I turn around and then he calls out to me again
"Don't forget the little wolf"
Suddenly filled with anger I turn around and take the wolf and put it back into my pocket before stomping out the door into the rain. I call for a taxi and jump in. I pull out my phone and call Lastrade
"Jessie, I was about to call you"
"I need to speak with you urgently sir"
"What about?"
"Sherlock Holmes. I can't manage with him anymore sir. It isn't much in terms of experience when all he does is run off at unexpected times"
Lastrade makes a considering noise
"I understand, after all I have had to deal with him too"
He chuckles
"I'll have you assigned to something else. In the mean time I need you stay with him a bit longer just for some observation"
I agree and hang up before dialling a friend. She picks up with an enthusiastic greeting. The taxi stops and I pay him. When I manage to get into my apartment, still on the phone, I drop myself on my bed
"So how's the love life?"
I sigh
"Dry and abysmal as it always has been"
"Well I met someone the other day and he mentioned that he rather likes you"
"Oh really?"
"Yes, really and I wanted to ask you if I could give him your phone number. He is rather dashing"
The only way to get over someone is to dive right in the dating pool and be distracted so why not?
"Tell him to call me after five tomorrow, I'll be free"
The next morning is tense for me. I have no idea as to how exactly I am going to cope with Sherlock for the next few days. I am embarrassed more than anything else but at the same time, I want to be near the man for a little while longer before letting go.
I put on my coat and make my way to 221 B and knock. A text beeps on my phone and I look at it
It's open
I open the door and go up, and seeing Mrs Hudson along the way. She looks at me with sad eyes
"I overheard you both when I came up with some biscuits"
I look away from her
"I should have known better than to approach him"
She clicks her tongue
"He shouldn't have been so hard on you"
"It doesn't matter now, in a few days I will be assigned somewhere else and I can put this behind me"
"If you need anything dear, don't hesitate to call"
I thank her before going upstairs
Sherlock is scrolling through something and John looks like he just woke up
"Morning"
John smiles at me sleepily before sitting down and Sherlock doesn't make a move to acknowledge me
"Since you're both here I rather just let it out in the open then"
John looks at me with confusion and Sherlock stops his activity on the laptop momentarily
"Lastrade will be assigning me to a new duty in a few days , so for these last few days I will not be accompanying you both on any wild goose chase rather I will be observing and taking notes…like I was supposed to when I first got assigned"
Sherlock gets up from his seat
"Where are you going?"
"To the toilet…unless you would like to follow me to take notes?"
I glare at him before sitting down and engaging in conversation with the doctor.
In the afternoon my phone rings and I pick up when I see Eliza's name flash on screen
"Reginald said he will call you in a few, don't mess this up with talk about your job"
"I promise not to talk about my job if he calls"
She hangs up and I find John staring at me
"What is it?"
He shakes his head before asking
"Does this have something to do with Sherlock?"
I am rather unconvincing but he lets it go. Sherlock walks through the door looking smug and I don't bother to ask about it before taking my leave for the day. I greet them both before leaving and see Mrs Hudson on my way out. She stuffs a container of biscuits in my hands and waves at me.
When Reginald calls I sigh but make myself sound cheerful
"So who has put that smile on your face?"
I look over at John
"No one"
He nods suspiciously
"It wouldn't have to do with the new man you are seeing?"
"I am not seeing anyone John"
"But he is calling you is he not?"
"Must be someone boring, has a name like Reginald"
I look over at Sherlock
"Maybe it is, but it isn't any of your business is it now Sherlock?"
He pretends as if he didn't hear me and goes on
"Maybe an accountant or a school teacher"
"Pet store owner actually"
"Probably hasn't had a date in a few years"
"Just broke up with a long term girlfriend"
"Probably is bad in bed"
"That has nothing to do with me at this moment"
"But you are thinking about it"
I sigh
"Sherlock, piss off on this one"
John looks between us as if we are a rather entertaining tennis match. I shake my head and go to make some coffee for myself before I went mad and possibly break a beaker on Sherlock's head of luscious locks.
"I am going out with him tomorrow"
"But tomorrow is Friday"
I pick up the hot coffee to my lips
"Yes and this is important how?"
"You always spend Friday nights watching telly"
I roll my eyes
"A change once in a while won't hurt anyone Sherlock"
He says nothing just walks off somewhere in the flat and I shake my head. John too looks exasperated at the taller man.
"Today is my last day with you both and he acts like this"
"He is emotionally stunted Jess, you shouldn't worry too much about it"
"Thanks John"
"For what?"
"For being the most normal person in my life"
Date one
Reginald and I are dining in the outside section of the restaurant. We receive our menus and we laugh and talk for a little bit before deciding to get a starters and some iced tea since it is a rather warm night for London. We receive the plate and our drinks when suddenly we hear some screaming and a few high pitched shrieks. We both turn to look behind me when I see Sherlock running through the crowd with someone not too far behind and it isn't John.
Sherlock's eyes suddenly meet mine for a moment before he runs down the street. The man behind him pulls out a gun as they turn a corner and I realise that if I don't do something fast, Sherlock is going to get shot. I get up and apologise to Reginald and run behind them, shoving people out of my way with loud apologies.
The way is empty when I turn the corner and I raise my pistol and stop when I have a clear shot. I call out and they both turn, I then take the shot. The man drops the gun and grabs onto his arm, I take the chance to kick his gun further away from him and keep my pistol trained on him. Sherlock is looking at me like the first time he met me and I tell him to call the police and get rid of the guy.
Not long after I hear sirens and Lestrade sorts everything out. I am walking back to the restaurant when I realise that someone is walking beside me. I look up at Sherlock
"What?"
"What?"
"No Sherlock"
"No Sherlock what?"
"You cannot accompany me back to the restaurant under the guise of meeting Reginald only to scare him away. Again I am telling you to go away and leave me alone"
He stops and I walk faster, stopping myself from looking back at him
Date two
It's a beautiful day and Reggie and I are dining at a small place that is family owned. We order milkshakes and a plate of chips. As we are about to receive our order something falls from above us. I pick up the item to see it is a cell phone.
We look up and see Sherlock hanging onto the banner for dear life
"Sherlock?!"
"Catch me"
"What?"
The banner suddenly tears from the one side and Sherlock is coming towards the ground. I get up and barely manage to grab onto him in time. We both land on the hard concrete and the air is pushed out of my lungs as his weight lands on me. I push him off and catch my breath and Reggie comes to help me up. I sway into his arms and he leads me back to my seat. I take a few sips of milkshake and feel slightly better.
"It seems as if though I have lost them"
"Who Sherlock?"
"Don't worry about it, enjoy your date"
How can I when you're always around every corner every time I go out with Reggie?
Date three
As I am lifting the fork with roast chicken to my mouth, we have a sudden guest sliding across our table, taking with him the rest of my meal. Reggie stares at the table gobsmacked and I sigh. Sherlock's head pops up from the end of the table
"Apologies for disturbing"
He seems to be chewing something
"The roast chicken is fantastic"
I look at him
"I know because I ordered it"
He contemplates for a moment but then thinks better of the possible garbage that might come out of his mouth. He suddenly hides under the table and I look at the gang of men running by. I smile at Reggie with frustration but put my fork down anyways. We decide we should just order dessert because main courses are overrated anyway.
Suddenly there is a heavy weight on my knee and I am nearly shocked until I remember that Sherlock is under there. I feel one of his hands grasp hold of my ankle and a finger traces around my ankle bone, he plays with it as if he discovered something new. Suddenly there is a press of lips against the side of my knee and I can feel the warmth of him through the denim I am wearing. Involuntarily one of my hands slide under the table and tangle into his mop of hair.
Reggie and I carry on talking and enjoy our dessert, afterwards he has to leave to open up the shop again and I wave him goodbye. When Reggie has walked more than a hearing distance away Sherlock slides into his seat as if he belongs there. He picks up the remainder of the dessert and my spoon before having a taste himself
"Tad too sweet for me, but you love sweet things"
"Thanks for noticing now please leave"
Date four
Reggie and I are led by a waiter to our reserved table. We just sit down and are taking a look at the menu when I hear the familiar voices. I look over Reggie's shoulder and meet the eyes of one Sherlock Holmes and I see the back of a head but the familiar hair tells me that it is no other than Irene Adler. What is she even doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be under witness protection?
It doesn't matter now. Sherlock has every right to go on a date with someone he likes, just like I am doing right now. I turn my attention back to Reggie who is telling a story about a rather difficult customer. I feel goose bumps rise on my skin and I can't help but look over his shoulder again to find those entrancing eyes focused on me again. A see a small pale hand reach for his and I look away and paste on a smile for Reggie.
The live band begins playing a slow song and Reggie offers a hand which I take. He leads me to the small dance floor where a few other couples are slowly swaying to the music. Reggie wraps his arms around me and I place my arms on his shoulders and we sway to the tune. I see Sherlock and Irene from the corner of my eye and they are approaching the dancefloor too.
She wraps her arms around his neck and smiles up at him and his hands are on her waist. They make a beautiful picture together, a tall and handsome man with a woman who rivals him in intelligence. They would make cute children together. The image of them together is burned into my mind and I feel my eyes welling. I distract myself by burying my face into Reggie's neck and breathing in his cologne to control myself. I don't blame him for wanting Irene over me, after all I am just a policewoman who never really dresses up, I am a woman that tackles other men down rather than paint my nails and shop for shoes to make myself alluring.
When I look up again Sherlock's face is thunderous. For a few moments I am more frightened by that expression before realising that I don't have to be. I whisper to Reggie that our food should be arriving any moment and we walk off the dancefloor hand in hand. I am right because not a few moments later our waiter brings our dinner and we dine in companionable silence. Reggie and I discuss our day and I tell him about the new case that is happening, leaving out the new details since they haven't been released to the press yet.
It feels as if he wants to burn holes through me with just his gaze. I try to ignore him but almost each and every time I look at him I find his eyes. I smile at Reggie and we talk about how the weather is rather bad, with all the rain that doesn't want to seem to stop anytime soon. I excuse myself to the ladies room and I am forced to walk by the beautiful couple. When I walk by I can smell her perfume, spicy like her. When I am in the bathroom I take a deep breath to calm myself. When I leave I pass by Miss Adler but pretend that I don't know her.
When I pass by their table a hand suddenly grasps my wrist and I stop dead in my tracks. A finger traces my pulse, and I am helpless to do much else, too afraid to draw attention to the both of us. I see Irene in the reflection of another patron's glass
"Sherlock please"
"Please what?"
"Please let me go"
His grips tightens for a moment before letting go
"Who is this Sherlock?"
I come face to face with his date. I put a hand out
"Jessica Compton, Sherlock and I used to work together"
She shakes my hand
"Irene, it's lovely to meet an actual friend of Sherlock's"
I smile at her and then say that I need to get back to my date
"Jess"
I look back at Sherlock
"I do hope to see you again soon"
In Sherlock speak means I will be seeing you again much sooner than you would like
Reggie and I leave after dinner forgoing the dessert. I can't handle those eyes on me any longer.
Date five
Reggie and I are sitting in a rather awkward silence. Awkward because Sherlock made the choice to join our date as a third wheel. Just yesterday we had a discussion about Sherlock and his need to be where I am, especially on dates. Reggie told me that it is unhealthy for Sherlock to be this way but he doesn't understand the way Sherlock functions. Telling him to piss off doesn't always work the way you want it to. As for Sherlock, he's eating a pudding cup and acting as if though everything is right in the world.
We decide that maybe a walk in the park would be a better choice. As Reggie and I walk together, Sherlock trails behind us. I tell Reggie that I don't think it is going to work with Sherlock hanging around us like this when suddenly he reaches behind his neck and takes out a small ball of paper. We both look behind us only to see Sherlock closely examining a tree, the faker.
We end our date early and I walk with Sherlock along the roads of central London. I am so angry with him right now that I have no words to express it. He opens the door to 221 B Bakers Street and we both walk in and take off our coats. His signature scarf still looks so good around his neck and I look away from him as he leads us up the stairs calling for Mrs Hudson to bring us some tea.
I sit on John's chair and Sherlock lays on the double sofa. He looks up at the ceiling and closes his eyes
"Have you no shame Sherlock?"
"Shame is for those with less brain cells than me"
"You are purposely sabotaging my dates with Reginald"
"Doesn't matter now does it? You won't be seeing him again after today"
"Oh? Is that so? What makes you think I won't?"
He looks at me
"Because I said so"
"What makes you think that I really care about what you say?"
"At this moment you don't, but you do care about dear Reggie"
I look at him in confusion
"What are you implying?"
"I'm not implying anything; I am merely saying that it would be a shame if something happens to him when he is on his way to see you"
"You wouldn't"
He gets off of the sofa and stalks towards me like a predator
"You're a highly functional sociopath not a psychopath"
He is directly in front of me now and a finger traces my jaw softly. He leans in and whispers
"It's a thin line"
"Please don't do anything to him Sherlock, he is innocent in all of this"
"I said that I wouldn't do anything"
He walks back to the sofa and waves a hand
"Now come here"
I sit next to him and an arm wraps around me and brings me in close
"You smell like him"
"I hugged him"
"You need to smell more like me"
He shifts us until we are both laying on the sofa and he covers us with a small quilt. We are together like that for a while before he speaks
"You're tense"
"You just threatened to hurt someone and you expect me to be okay with such close proximity to you?"
He sighs into my neck
"I thought this is what you want, being close to me"
"Well maybe I don't want that anymore. Maybe I am in love with Reginald…"
I find myself flipped over and staring into his eyes that are burning with rage
"Don't you dare mention that again!"
"You rejected me Sherlock. You are automatically disqualified from having any say in my life"
"You still love me. Every man that you spend time with will remind you of something in relation to me. Reginald has pale eyes like mine"
"So what?"
"His eyes are like mine but they will never be my eyes. You will always think of me and wonder what would have happened if I accepted your feelings, what we could have become together"
He leans in to my ear
"The answer is that we would be fantastic"
Reviews and comments are much appreciated. It is a bit difficult to get oneself to understand the mind of a sociopath but I am doing my best to be as true to Sherlock's character as possible. I don't ever see a romance with him just going smoothly since his social skills are ... sorely lacking? Sociopaths are not easy to deal with on any level.
Hope you have enjoyed part one. If you have any criticism that can help me improve please feel free to leave hints and tips in your review. I am open to all kinds of advice. If you are interested to see more works of mine please visit my profile to see my other story called Jurassic World - Secrets.
