Chapter two.
Mrs Goodwin was becoming an ever increasing presence in their lives and it was annoying. Holmes bit his thumb nail as he watched Watson furiously rattle off another letter to the lady.
"Stop staring at me." Watson's voice broke into his thoughts, "It's extremely unnerving."
"I hope you know what you're doing."
Watson smiled.
"I rarely know what I'm doing."
"Watson, I am serious. Her husband is a dangerous man, if he finds out…"
"There is nothing to find out. We are merely friends."
"I would keep it that way – if at all possible."
Holmes shifted lower in his chair and tried to ignore Watson's presence, the subject was becoming tiresome.
"What do you mean?" Watson asked, putting down his pen and twisting his body to face his friend. Holmes sighed.
"I mean that your..." he faltered, "reputation with women is…"
"To be envied?" Watson finished with a smile.
"I was going to say, well known, so it may be that Mr Goodwin may not take kindly to your new attachment to his wife and I have better things to do than run around rescuing you from jealous husbands."
Watson smiled again,
"I promise to be careful."
"Just don't do anything we might both regret."
Watson stood and put on his jacket. Taking his hat from the stand he turned to face his friend.
"My dear Holmes I wouldn't dare."
Opening the door he quickly took his leave. Holmes threw his head back and stared absent mindedly at the ceiling, what was he doing taking on such a man? He swore to himself that on the day he could afford the rent alone, there was no doubt in his mind that he would ask the man to leave.
Hehe sorry, I know I'm playing a bit fast and loose with our favourites but it's a disease I'm sorry!! : )
