Lolita spied over Sherlock's shoulder ever so silently. She watched him shuffle through his notes, grumbling to himself. It was a sunny afternoon and Dolores had come into Sherlock's flat again without being asked. However, Holmes didn't seem to mind it. Watson had been out all day and Lolita was his only company, whether he liked to admit it or not. She seemed to relax him, yet keeping his head spinning at the same time. There was no denying he liked her company.

"Whatcha' doin'?" she asked, plopping down on the sofa next to him.

"Working," he replied quietly, scribbling something down onto a sheet of paper. Lolita threw her bare legs over his lap, snatching a sheet of paper. She didn't say anything; she simply pretended to be reading his in depth paragraphs.

Sherlock glanced at her from the corner of his eye and stayed silent as well… Lolita had that affect on him. Whenever she seemed to touch him, a wave of comfort washed over him like never before. He accepted that there was some connection between the two of them, though he tried not to give it much thought. Then again, that was nearly impossible for Sherlock Holmes. He was always thinking.

Lolita kneaded her toes into his thigh while trying to find a comfortable position on the couch. Sherlock tried not to move. He leaned closer to his notes, trying to pay more mind to them. Dolores frowned. She didn't like it when people didn't pay attention to her. With a sigh, she got up from the sofa and padded towards the door, slipping into a pair of ballet flats.

Sherlock looked over his shoulder. "Where are you going?" he inquired immediately.

"Out," she shrugged. Sherlock got off the couch, his beaten down robe trailing behind him. He came toe to toe with her, looking at the petite lady that stood before him. For a moment, they stood in silence, scanning each other without a word.

Sherlock reached out his hand, tucking a strand of loose hair behind Lo's ear.

"Don't be long."

Lolita broke into a gleeful beam and bolted out the door. He touched her back—and oh how magical it felt. It had finally seemed that Sherlock was warming up to her.