A/N: Hey everyone, I've been wanting to write a full fic for awhile because 1) I love Sherlock Holmes in any adaptation & 2) I love both Benedict and Robert as Holmes for different reasons. However, this is a little three shot I decided to write which is written as a BBC Sherlock fic because this is actually based on a short, but hot then steamy dream I had about the actor Benedict Cumberbatch. ;) Since I love him and his portrayal of Sherlock, I decided to write it as a Sherlock fic. The dream will be split into parts & will be in bold and because as I said it was a dream based on Benedict, it might make Sherlock a bit OOC but I will try my best to keep him in character. This takes place right before 'The Hound of the Baskervilles'.

Chapter 1

Nakia's POV

I had arrived in London early in the morning thankfully; I slept on the plane so I wouldn't need to rest before I visited my uncle. I did however go to my hotel to drop off my bags, shower & change. I pulled on my favorite pair of dark wash skinny jeans followed by a grey ruffled button-up blouse & my grey ankle boots. I quickly did my eye makeup in shades of soft purples to compliment the lavender bow of my blouse. My lips got my trusted honeydew lip balm. A spritz of Pink Sugar & I was out the door. Thankfully, my uncle gave me the directions the day before on how to get to his office so I didn't have to call him for it but just head there. I easily found the subway entrance…I mean tube entrance. Such a weird name for it, tube, I guess you could call the tunnel a tube. I paid the fare & walked to the back while I waited for my train to pull in. Soon the train pulled in which was crowded with early morning commuters. I was glad I walked to the last car hoping to find a seat. It was mostly filled however; a small corner seemed unoccupied as though people were avoiding it. I moved closer to see what was freaking everyone out I thought it might be a rat or homeless man. Turns out it was a man, although not an ordinary one. No this one was covered in blood holding what appeared to be a... harpoon. Interesting. Well a free seat is a free seat, so I sat down next to him much to everyone including his shock. His eyes, his gorgeous sea green eyes bugged out a bit & his mouth opened then closed while his eyes turned pensive as though it weren't often he was shocked by anything.

He spoke after a few seconds. "Why...?"

"Why not?"

"But..."

"I'm from New York."

As I'm sure any New Yorker can tell you that unless the free seat is next to a homeless man/woman who reeks we'll sit & even then we'll consider it for a second depending how tired we are. Even though I had slept on the plane, I wasn't sure how long my traveling would be. Moreover, this clearly wasn't a homeless man his clothes were too expensive for that, and he only smelled of soap and aftershave. He was just a strange man covered in blood, a very sexy strange man covered in blood, if I was to be honest with myself. Besides he wasn't the first man I've seen in the train covered in blood.

He seemed to understand completely for all he said was, "Ah." before looking forward.

Now it was my turn to open & close my mouth as I debated asking a question, which had me debating whether I wanted to know the answer.

Nevertheless, I asked anyways. "Human or animal?"

"Pig actually."

"Ah."

That was a relief. In not sure what I would have done had he said human. The wheels in my head turned quickly as I processed everything.

"So how did it turn out?"

"What?"

"The experiment, how did it turn out?"

"Quite well actually."

"That's good."

He was quiet again before he spoke up slight amazement in his voice. "How did you know it was an experiment?"

"Well it could have been only one of two possibilities & since it obviously wasn't the first one it had to be the last. I myself also enjoy running experiments."

He seemed intrigued. "What was the other possibility?"

"Well that you were practicing before going on a boat either fishing or whaling. However you don't seem the sea-fairing type so experiment was the more logical one."

"Strange most people just see but they do not observe."

"I've always been observant ever since I was young & more so because of my occupation."

"Ah yes a security guard would have to be observant."

"Very astute of you. How did you..."

"Quite easily there are three top fields which require observance. I can tell from your nails you're not in medical, your hands that you're not law enforcement so that leaves security."

"Not bad." I checked to ensure what stop we were at mine was to be the next one.

"So you mentioned you enjoy running experiments. Which kind do you prefer?"

I smirked at him about to do something I normally didn't. "Interpersonal one."

"Interesting, such as."

"This." With that, I kissed him on his sweet Cupid's bow lips running a hand through his curly black hair. This felt like it lasted for hours but in reality it was only 30 seconds. He looked shocked as though he had never been kissed. I got up since we reached my stop.

"Whatwasthat... What was that?" He was even cuter when he was scatterbrained.

"My experiment."

"Experiment of what?"

"If we ever see each other again I'll let you know." I winked at him then walked out the doors on to the platform. I doubted we'd ever see one another again but the kiss would stay with me.

I spent the afternoon with my uncle before coming back to my hotel room. I took a long bubble bath before slipping on my pjs & slipping between the sheets. Sleep soon came bringing with it dreams some good & one really good.

I found myself back on the train again except this time I was standing & the sexy man from earlier stood in front of me. Our bodies were pressed together he towered over me looking into my eyes with his stormy ones. I reached up towards him on my tip toes to same time he bent his head down. We kissed softly a sweet chaste kiss but as if our lips were magnetic they touched again for a second time of their own accord. Then it seemed as though we were hit with the same feeling our bodies betraying us bringing together for a third time even closer than before. Our lips met again more forcefully, my arms wrapped around his neck fingers playing with his soft curls. His arms wrapped around my waist bringing me closer close enough to feel the stirring in his loins. We continued making out oblivious to our surroundings nothing mattered except for our lips meeting & tongues intertwining. He smelled like soap & male musk, his hair felt like coarse silk, his lips tasted like tea & mystery, his body felt lean but strong. He pushed me against the door pulling his head away before bringing his lips to her...aah aah aah aah ahh. Everything went black.

She hit the alarm with all her might for cutting her off just as it was getting good. Even though she doubted they would see one another, she did hope they would perhaps make her dream a reality.

Sherlock's POV

After she got off the train I sat their dumbfounded for ten seconds which is a lot for me. A kiss, that kiss just overloaded my senses me Sherlock. I can always rely on my senses but its as though that kiss turned them off, well that's not true they were there but they were focused on other things: the amount if pressure her lips exerted, the smell of her perfume sweet but not overpowering an everyday perfume not a date night perfume, her lips soft as if she takes care of them high level of personal grooming. Her hand running through my hair; an intimate sign or a curious one? She definitely wasn't a common woman able to see things most just ignored. The only other woman like that was 'The Woman' I thought she was the only one that could get under my skin so to speak. Unlike 'The Woman' he could read this one possibly because her clothing remained on. She was a late riser, slept on the right side of the bed, security guard which he confirmed, lives alone, feminine but with a tomboyish personality, grew up in the southern states in America, strong character, family oriented, & not easily angered. Over all not a bad assessment on my part one that would certainly have John gawking. I had solved the case of the former ship captain experimenting on using the harpoon, which she had correctly deduced. I though back to a time I had wanted to be a pirate such silly fantasies of a child not yet finding my true calling. I hoped I would soon have another case my mind wasn't meant to be idle it needed to keep active like a hamster in a wheel constantly turning. Plus this woman & the kiss that kept popping up in my mind like those punching clowns that never stay down, always coming back for more. I needed a cigarette but John had made me quick cold turkey how did he do that ah yes he told me the great Sherlock couldn't just stop like that. Well I could I knew I could. I knew John was just playing to my competitive & arrogant mind but I still wanted to prove him wrong but why, could it be I had begun to see John as a friend after all I had introduced him to Sebastian as a friend did I not even if it was to prove to my former pledge buddy I could make friends. No matter it's my stop & I was done of this tedious train ride. If only the cabs would've stopped for me, I would've never met that woman or need a cigarette right now proving John right.