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Bridget awoke to her phone buzzing. Gently scooting out of Jim's arms, she leaned over to the bedside table and checked her messages:

Where are you? I like called you a million times! Jasper's birthday is tomorrow, are you coming? The message was from her friend Jen. Sighing, she put the phone back down on the table and rolled back next to Jim. Apparently, she had woken him because he propped up on his elbow and looked down on her.

"Good morning, my dear. Sleep well?" He purred. Sighing and smiling, Bridget stretched.

"I...I don't usually do...this. I don't know why I did - I mean, we didn't even have dinner-" Bridget began rambling.

"Sh, sh, sh." Jim hushed, pressing his finger to her lips, and once she stopped talking he kissed her. "So, you and I need to discuss this job I've offered. Will you take it?"

"I don't even know what it is!" Bridget chuckled.

"Well, it requires your fabulous computer skills and good looks." He swooped down and nuzzled her neck.

"Then what exactly will I be doing?"

"Oh, just this and that."

"You're very vague." Bridget raised an eyebrow.

"I like to leave things to the imagination." He smirked. Bridget sighed out of irritation, yet she was intrigued.


OTHER SIDE OF LONDON

"What are those?" John asked as Sherlock looked over the papers.

"They're my brother's. I think he's trying to be sympathetic." Sherlock tapped the papers on the table to align them.

"Sympathetic? Mycroft?"

"Yes, didn't you hear me?" Sherlock stood from the table and walked over to his chair, flopping down into it. John took his usual seat across from him.

"So, these papers, what are they then?"

"Various cases that my brother hasn't gotten around to. I think he know's I'm bored and wants to make sure I don't do something stupid."

"Ah, well, that was considerate of him." John said. Sherlock grunted and rose from his chair, going to the window.

"John, where's Mrs. Hudson?" Sherlock said after a minute of silence.

"She went out for a brunch with friends, why?"

"No reason. I'm just bored." Sherlock turned from the window and began pacing.

"Well why don't you work on Mycroft's cases?"

"I've already figured them out. The secretary is cheating on his wife, the building didn't burn down because of an arsonist but because of a careless smoker, and as for the bees disappearing I honestly don't care." Sherlock said in his usual rapid pace of deduction.

"Hm." John tapped his fingers on the chair. "Well I think I"ll go out for a walk. Care to join?"

"No, you go ahead. I've got thinking to do." Sherlock turned back to the window. John nodded to himself, rose from the chair, grabbed his coat and exited the flat.


Bridget twisted the faucet and warm water spilled out into the sink. Quickly running her fingers through her hair, she pulled it up into a bun and dipped her hands into the water. She splashed her face, dried it with a towel and exited the bathroom. Jim was in the kitchen brewing tea when she entered. He turned around and spotted her wearing his dress shirt. He chuckled to himself as he saw her constantly tugging the shirt down. Sighing, Bridget wandered around the flat and collected her clothes.

"You know," She said coming up behind him, pulling her tank top down over her stomach. "As much as I'd like to drive to work with you today, I need to swing by my flat and change."

"Why? You look lovely, dear." Jim said, handing her a cup of steaming tea.

"Thank you, but if people see me arriving with you and wearing the same thing from yesterday, they'll talk." Bridget raised an eyebrow.

"Hm." He kissed her cheek as she passed. "Let them." His eyes twinkled.

"Speaking of rumors, I really don't see why Molly Hooper thought you were gay." Bridget took a seat at the large glass table.

"Me neither. She hangs around with that Sherlock so who knows what he's telling her." Jim sat across from her.

"Hm." Bridget nodded in agreement. The long glass table made their breakfast awkward. About an hour later, Jim agreed to take her home to change before work. Bridget picked up her bag and followed Jim out. Jim took her hand in his and they stepped out onto the busy London street. A black Jaguar was parked directly in front of them and a chauffeur awaited their arrival.

"Here," Jim pulled Bridget towards the car when she began to walk the other way. The chauffeur opened the door for her and she slid in.

"Address?" The driver asked. She told him and the car pulled out onto the road. Jim wrapped his arm around her shoulders and reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of gum and offered some to Bridget. She agreed and he popped a piece in her mouth.

"OH!" Bridget slapped her forehead.

"What, dear?"

"It's Jasper's birthday today!"

"Hm?" Jim was lost.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I would really love to go to work with you today, but I've gotta go to a friend's today. I'm gonna have to skip work."

"That's alright, dear. I'll skip it with you. You tired me out last night." He smiled. Bridget blushed and sunk down in her seat. Jim chuckled and kissed the top of their head. They chatted and laughed throughout the drive, and finally they arrived at her flat.

"No, please don't. Jim, you really don't have to." Bridget begged.

"No, dear, I insist." Jim said. He had offered to buy Jasper a present.

"Well then, if you insist." Bridget smiled. She unlocked the door to her flat and held it open for him. "Make yourself at home," She called as she ran to her closet. "I'll only be a minute!"

Jim held his hands behind his back and wandered around the flat. It was small, to be sure, but it suited her. He went into the kitchen and traced a finger over the counter. Turning round, he faced the living room. There was a door on the left that lead to what he presumed to be her bedroom and closet, another door on the right lead to the loo, and a small love seat sat up against the back wall facing a TV.

"Okay, let's go!" Bridget said, coming out of the bedroom. Her hair was properly brushed and she had changed into a leather jacket, skinny jeans and boots.

"This is a nice little place," Jim pointed out.

"Oh, thanks. I apologize for it's condition, I haven't had time to clean it."

"No, no worries. Let's get going."

"Right! Yes, yeah, let's go." Bridget grabbed her keys and they exited.


Peck peck peck...peck peck. Sherlock stared intensely at the pigeon in front of him. It stared back quizzically before continuing its scavenging. Raising his eyes only a fraction of an inch, Sherlock watched the the people in Regent's Park pass by. Five-foot-ten brunette female, a man in his late 50's with problems in his right knee, two teenagers, but no John.

"Sherlock..." A voice said behind him. Sherlock turned to face John and smiled.

"Ah, hello John."

"What are you doing here?" John crossed his arms. Sherlock furrowed his brow.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm taking up your offer and 'going out for a walk' like ordinary people." Sherlock stood.

"Alright." John sighed. "C'mon." They walked off together down the pavement.

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