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Chapter 2 - Disagreements

Cienna POV

I was sat in the coffee shop on Baker street across from the flat, 221A, that I shared with my best friend in the entire world, Sian Laurie. I opposite Sian and Molly Hooper, one of the women Sian worked with in the morgue. Getting increasingly irritated with the former it was all I could do not to yell when I told her for the fifty fouth time.

"I am NOT in love with him!" I protested as Sian giggled and Molly looked… well plain awkward.

"Yes you are! It's obvious! You're in love with him and he is so in love with you!" She giggled, sipping her coffee, giving her a temporary froth moustache until she licked it away.

"I don't think he's in love with her…" Molly barely whispered. Ahh. That was her problem, al-I mean infatuated with Holmes…

"Pah! Come off it! Of course he is! It's obvi- Ooooh" Sian craned her neck to look out of the window at something and turning my neck I discovered she source of the staring walking through the door.

"Oh dear God…" I muttered as John and Holmes walked through the door.

"Alright ladies? Mind if we sit here?" John asked, rubbing his hands together and smiling at us all, his eyes lingering on Sian for a moment longer then normal.

"Oh God no John I'm not sitting here!" Holmes exclaimed, walking towards the door. "I need a cigarette…."

"Sherlock! I thought we agreed you were doing well!" John protested as the door slammed shut behind Holmes. John let out a sigh. "Drinks anyone?"

"Yes please!" Sian exclaimed holding her cup up. "double chocolate Mocha please! Thank you!"

After drinks had been sorted and everyone had settled down (John and Sian sat too close for my liking) a conversation was struck up, Holmes still sulking outside.

"So, how long have you two ladies been in the area?" John asked, directing the question to me and Sian.

"Oh, only about a week… it's been a week right C?" Sian replied before turning to grin at me, giving me 'the look'. Oh dear God… Before I could be dragged into any more soppy conversation I stood up and left the shop, crashing into Holmes as he came to enter through the door.

"Oh… it's you…" He muttered before squeezing past me into the shop.

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" I called "John's making a fool out of himself…" This made Holmes turn around and almost smile at me.

"Well that makes a change…"

Sherlock PoV

The door to the 221 building slammed behind me, the latch clicking into place, and I began to ascend the stairs with a small sigh. It had been a long day at work. Lots of testing, lots of stupid people to prove wrong, ect. Ect.

Unlocking the door to 221B I found it oddly quiet. John was missing from his chair. He'd come in, I could tell, his shoes were by the door. Along with a woman's pair. She had small feet, size 4? Quite short, maybe only about 5'2" if that.

Walking deeper into the room I could hear a commotion coming from John's room. I pushed open the door and my mouth dropped open in shock. Was that? It can't be? It looked like Cienna… with John… doing… THAT? Oh dear God no… I quickly backed out of the room shutting the door silently and stormed out of the building in rage. How… how DARE he! He has no right to… Why am I so upset by this? Why does seeing John with Cienna bug me?

I sighed and kicked the wall in frustration. This can't be happening… things like this don't happen to men like me…My breath fogged out in front of me in the rapidly chilling air as I turned my head to the sky. God this felt weird… I knew there was a reason I hated emotions, caring doesn't help… I knew that, why do I care?

20 minutes later, with a cry of frustration, my steps were retraced, taking me to the roof of the flat. The roof of the flat where I came face to face with a certain infuriating red-head.

I leaned against the air vent opposite her. "So, John's bed comfy?" I spat out slightly more venomously then intended.

"Excuse me? How the hell would I know if John's bed was comfy?" She crossed her arms over her chest, the moonlight shini- Why am I watching what the moonlight's doing to Cienna?

"Well… you looked comfy enough in it when you were having sex with John" Her eyes widened slightly before narrowing to slits.

"I was not having sex with John!"

"Yes you were! I saw you!"

"I was not! And even if I was, it's my choice to make about who I sleep with!" Her tone sounded defensive.

"So you were!"

"No I was not! Why would you care anyway?" She shot back, leaning against the wall she was sat near.

"I knew it was you!" Turning away I walked back towards the stairs to go back to my flat, tired of having this disagreement.

"Stop avoiding the question!" She shouted after me. "Why do you care?"

At this I turned around, my fists clentched. "Oh maybe because John is my friend!I care about him!"

"You don't have friends Holmes... We all know that..."

"What do you know Hall-Owen, or should I say Miss Adler?" Her face dropped open in a gasp. "Yes that's right, I know who you are, the face shape, the way you hold yourself. Exactly the same... you're closely related to Irene, and the minimal age gap only suggests sisters!" I spat, finally putting all the pieces together in my anger.

Her face contorted in even more shock for a second before her composure returned. "There is a reason why I don't call myself Adler anymore.. I disowned the name and everything related to it." She shot back coldly.

"Hmm, interesting… You claim that you don't want anything to do with your family, yet I know for a fact that Irene's been texting you… Multiple times. In fact…" I paused for a second. "She just sent you another now."

Cienna pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the text before locking it again and standing up.

"She sends her best to you Holes… although I don't see why it's any of your business…" flipping her hair in annoyance she took a step closer.

I slowly closed the space between us with another step.

"I care because where the Adler's are concerned, there is always trouble." I muttered before jolting backwards as Cienna's hand collided at full force with my face, forcing my face into an expression of disbelief.

"Don't you dare speak about me or my family like that Holmes! Not all of us followed in the footsteps of my darling sister…"

I brought my hand up to the red mark on my face as she pushed me lightly, causing a small step back necessary to regain my balance.

"You aren't everything you think you are Holmes. You think you're so great and clever and unique. Well you're not!" She ranted, stepping onto a coil of rope as she went to shove me again. Catching her hands I pushed her away harshly and watched as she started to fall sideways, over the edge of the building, her foot slipping into a loop in the rope. Suddenly I pitched forwards as her hand grabbed my arm and I went plummeting over the edge after her.

Cienna PoV

The fall of the building was exhilarating, truly. When I'd set up the rope for bungee jumping I'd never expected it to work so well. I jolted to a stop outside the window of 221B after the loop tightened around my ankle, almost cutting off the whole blood supply to my foot and I hung there awkwardly. Sherlock dangled below my arm after his decent came to a halt, wrenching my shoulder out in the process. With a wince I opened my mouth to speak.

"Ow… This is all your fault Holmes…"

He scoffed.

"My fault! How is this my fault? You were the one sat on the roof, after womanising my best friend! Then you pulled me off the roof after you tripped over some rope!" He exclaimed, held up only by the tight grip my hand held on his wrist. I grabbed his wrist with my other hand, switching his weight onto my other shoulder, letting the jarred muscles relax. Then with a sigh I rolled my eyes.

"For the love of God Holmes I was not in bed with John! I have no romanixal

interest in him at all! Why won't you believe me?"

He raised an eyebrow looking up at me, trying to move my hair out of his face.

"Romanixal?"

"Romantic or sexual!" I sighed and shook my head, freeing my hair from any other human's limbs, the blood starting to rush to my face. Looking down I could see a crowd had started to gather to watch out escapades.

"We have an audience" I murmured down, seeing Holmes glaring at me. "What? What did I do? You were the one that pushed me over the edge! In more ways than one!" I exclaimed, waving my other arm in frustration as a police car drove onto the street, it's lights and siren blazing.

"Oh God… I bet you that's Lestrade…" He sighed and ignored my question. Above me I could feel the rope starting to fall apart.

"Um Sherlock… We have just a slight problem…"

Before he could look up the rope snapped and sent us both free falling towards the ground, smacking into the police car below, which had luckily just been vacated. They stared open mouthed at us before grabbing their handcuffs.

"I think you both should come in with us" One of them said before two shots fired out into the night and both officers fell down dead.

Sian PoV

I was awoken at 2am, lying in bed next to John Watson (long story, great night), by a phone call from DI Lestrade.

"You might want to come outside, and knock on John on your way down."

Stretching my arms I disconnected the call slightly confused, shaking John awake beside me.

"Get up, Lestrade wants us outside ASAP." I mumbled, pulling on my clothes from off of the floor.

"But it's 2am! What does he want at this time?"

Again I turned to him and shrugged before smiling.

"I'll meet you downstairs!"

When we were both outside, dressed and presentable, Lestrade started to answer John's question.

"Two of our officers arrived here about an hour ago to assist with a commotion that had arisen from the roof of 221. There were reports of 2 people, their descriptions matching Cienna and Sherlock's appearance fighting and then falling off the roof. However, the two officers have now been shot and killed and Sherlock and Cienna are nowhere to be seen. You don't know anything about this do you?" Lestrade raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the police car he'd arrived in.

"What, you think Sherlock and Cienna killed them and ran off?" John scoffed.

"Seriously? Are you having a laugh?" Pushing past Lestrade I walked over to where a police car lay in stop outside the flat, two human shaped dents in the roof. John followed after me.

"You don't think they've got anything to do with this do you?" he muttered, standing beside me to look at the car.

"I don't know John, nut I really hope not…" Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a piece of paper sticking out from between the door. Gently I started to tease it out, revealing a sketch of a piano. Cienna's piano.

"John… meet me in my flat in about 5 minutes…" Turning back to the door I briskly walked up to my flat and started looking about. By the time John entered the room I was staring at an envelope I'd found in the piano, onto of the strings, containing two plane tickets to Vienna and a notepad. The first page had three simple words writing onto it.

'We can explain.'