AN: Set between series 3 episodes 2 and 3, so spoilers for both. Even though I actually wrote this before seeing episode 3, I decided not to post it until after I'd seen it, just in case it wouldn't fit, then was delighted to find out it fit perfectly.
As usual I own nothing.
It was just gone 9am the morning after John and Mary's wedding, when Janine crept quietly down the stairs and let herself out of the hotel she wasn't even staying in. She'd never done the walk of shame in a bridesmaids dress before, and it made her more than a bit conspicuous. She should have brought a change of clothes to the reception, or at least, she'd have to remember that for next time.
She had just got settled in to the back of a taxi, and given them her address, when her phone started ringing. She pulled it out and checked the screen. The number on her screen wasn't one she recognised. It didn't look like some kind of sales number, more like a personal line. It couldn't have been last night's love affair, as he'd presumptuously put his number into her phone book, so his name would have come up, and she hadn't given her number to anyone else at the wedding (as much as she was tempted to), so who could it be? She answered cautiously.
"Hello?"
"Good Morning Janine. I trust you enjoyed the rest of your evening last night. Do you think you'll be seeing him again?"
Janine smiled at the unmistakable baritone of the Best Man's voice. She knew his reputation as the famous detective, and had seen last night that he was as good as was reported. And she didn't mind at all that he had got her number, as she had been flirting with the idea of slipping it in his pocket on a napkin all night. Turns out she hadn't needed too, so rather than asking how, she answered his own question.
"Not sure yet. Probably not. I may not be able to read people like you, Mr Holmes, but I get the feeling he might be the clingy type. I don't do clingy, I'm a bit more…"
"Promiscuous?" Sherlock suggested
"I was going to say free spirited." She said with minor indignation. Not that she was really that offended. She knew what she was and she'd been called far worse. It was like water off a duck's back to her.
"A moderately accurate self-assessment. Anyway, what are your plans for today?"
"Haven't got any. What are you suggesting?" She asked, her smile widening and her voice taking on a more flirty tone.
"Just had a client pop in, wants me to investigate a break in, apparently the only things stolen were a box of matches, an iron and a golf club. I like to have someone to talk to when I go on case, and since John is currently away on his long weekend romp, I seem to have a vacancy. Interested? We could get dinner together afterwards. See where things go."
"Will there be more dancing lessons?" Janine teased, twirling a lock of her hair round her finger.
There was a slight pause.
"If you're good, maybe."
The cab started to slow, and Janine looked out the window to see they were in her street.
"Okay, let me just get changed and I'll be right over. What was the address?"
PostAN: I know I'm supposed to be a Sherlolly shipper, but don't please don't throw me overboard, or make me walk the plank for this, I do still want them together in the end, I just loved Janine so much at the wedding, that this happened. And then she was with Sherlock in the episode and I kinda hated a bit for stealing him away when Molly was free again (hooray). So yeah, I'm still Sherlolly.