Wow! Finally picked the story back up again, eh? You'll have to forgive the author for jumping spelling between British and american. I add the u and then my computer's auto correction takes it out, which I don't always notice upon the read through.
Soon we came up to the break room, I popped inside with Sherlock standing by the door frame and handed William his lunch with a kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore the death glare I was being given. He'd always insisted I gave him lunch but refused to actually take it in the mornings. I knew it was a power grab but I'd been minding my time. I'd find a way.
"You're always bloody late, Rosalyn. Lunch's nearly over." William scolded as he peeped into the bag and nodded to himself. I suppose cold chicken and carrots would suffice in his eyes.
"Perhaps everyone else is just early?" I queried with some humour apparent in my voice. He rolled his eyes at that and looked back behind me again, this time I looked too. Sherlock was just standing there, watching everyone come in and go out. His eyes scanned much like a snakes or lizards would.
"He's awkward, that one." William nodded towards the tall man, seemed like he wanted to make conversation while he ate.
"I don't know about that, I quite like him." I looked back at Sherlock. He seemed to have a grasp of seeing the reactions but not understanding the original motive. In my eyes, when you didn't understand the motive, there was no way to manipulate the reaction and therefore it wasn't nearly as fun.
"Of course you do. Just go. No! Not a word. We'll talk about it later." He dismissed me and held up a finger as I tried to speak. I frowned at his finger then shrugged, turning to walk away. He caught me for a second as his eyes drifted over to Evie, I looked back to see her nearly glaring at us. Odd. I looked back down as he dropped my hand and took a step back, giving me a robotic nod. Oh. I see. I turned and followed Sherlock without any real thought, sitting at my original place when we came back to the lab area. This was a change in plans.
"Oh. Hello! I'm uh, Molly Hooper. You are?" She asked quickly as she took in Sherlock's appearance and focused on mine.
"Rosalyn Grey." I nodded at the short odd women. She worked here it seemed, displaying a name tag. I wasn't all that interested in conversating with her and it seemed to be mutual as she focused entirely on Sherlock.
"You do realize, of course, that your husband and the head nurse are having an affair." Sherlock sounded off after a second of silence fell over the room. It seemed Hooper had arrived in our absence.
"Sherlock!" John scolded nearly immediately as I nodded at Sherlock.
"Of course."
"Riveting words. I believe thats grounds for the divorce you're obviously looking for." He continued, undeterred by John.
"Not entirely." I sighed as I leaned back. William had...connections of sorts. The same ones he'd threatened me with ages ago when I first became unhappy. I'd only pushed until he seemed to have snapped and hit me after a night clubbing. After that I'd been sneaking around and sulking. He didn't give much away outside of annoyance and anger, valued his job, his pride, and his mistress. I'd become determined to find a way to wound one of those without needing stitches.
"Ehm... Maybe this isn-"Molly looked between us, with some confusion.
"What else could be stopping you?" He sounded curious cutting off Molly. I felt eyes on me, scanning.
"What indeed." I parroted as I grinned, looking at the wall of body containers in the other room. I was refusing to give him many clues or answers without some amount of personal gratification.
"Money? Sex? Blackmail? Abuse? Oh." He counted off possible reasons.
"You're worried he'll hit you. You won't leave him for it." He recounted, searching for the bare tensing of my shoulders with my back turned to him.
"Nope! Best try again, Mr Holmes. Or have you given up already?" I sang as I turned back to him, grinning. He was interesting me again, even though I was playing a game of sorts. I saw the challenge register in his eyes as he started scanning again, he'd vomit out a volley of observations and what he felt they meant about me.
"You're uncomfortable in those, meaning you'd rather have shabbier clothing meaning money isn't much of a worry. Obviously one such as yourself doesn't have issues attracting the opposite sex given your comfort level with my proximity and John's reoccurring leering not even a jump in your heart rate. No you're used to this. Your name then. It would have been smeared long ago if it was black mail no you've been thinking about this for years, which leaves us with abuse. Given the little scar right here, I'd say you two have had a run in before. Perhaps when you first brought up the divorce, he didn't take it well, it was a blow to his masculinity of course. He broke the mirror, used it against you." I watched with some morbid fascination as he walked up, putting his face into mine, taking my hand and letting it go after his point was made concluding my heart rate. He'd have the last word even if it killed him.
"So it was abuse. Couldn't bear to try again? No...You want revenge. You want him to pay for the supposed damage. Well? Am I right? " He demanded like a petulant child.
"It wasn't a mirror." I looked back down at the jagged mark on my forearm and smiled back into Sherlock's face, the urge to shock and confuse him grew as he looked more and more sure and victorious. I wanted to knock it off his face.
"What then?" He frowned as he seemed to think about all the possible weapons that might had caused such a scar.
"It was the bedroom window. Four in the morning, nearly had the cops called." I whispered as I moved quickly with his face still in range and pecked the very tip of his nose. I sat back with a grin as he seemed to almost malfunction, frowning and staring.
"Well he was right about that. 0 hesitation there." John mumbled from the side, I looked over to him, still grinning.
"Have I broken him?" I nodded back towards Sherlock who stood abruptly, going back to his microscope without a word.
"God knows. Probably the first women to have ever kissed him outside of his own mother." John shrugged as he sighed. He was still exasperated over the fact the he had no background knowledge on me, I could tell from his face and posture.
"Ha-Have I missed something here?" Molly's voice squeaked out as the room went silent once more.
"I don't believe so, love." I looked back at her tilting my head, calculating. She had a crush on him. Had one for quite a while. She was used to his attitude but seemed to still hold some romantic notations for the man.
"How do you two know each other then?" Molly asked with some fierceness to her voice. She was used to the attitude from him not I. I wasn't getting a free pass. Damn.
"I've just met him, don't worry. I'm married." I let the warmth coat my voice as I gave her an inviting smile and a wink, dismissing the idea. I'd rather sleep with the soldier than Sherlock, it'd ruin the game otherwise. I felt his eyes on my back again. He seemed to have a serious gaze for me to physically feel him watching.
"You don't particularly act like you've just met him. "She looked relaxed at my attitude but still a little on guard, she didn't fully believe me. I wanted to drag the man in myself, see if he'd drown or stay afloat.
"It was love at first sight. Wasn't it, dear?" I spun back around with a sickly honeyed smile, the sarcasm oozing.
"Like a bullet to the lung." He mumbled as he peered up from the microscope with a nearly blank expression. I almost didn't notice the left corner jump up then shoved back down into a relaxed position. He found it funny.
"You know a month ago, he wouldn't have understood you weren't serious. You're welcome!" John called out with some dry humour evident.
"Your work will be credited. Don't worry, John." I grinned up at him and heard my alarm go off. It was time for me to head home. I stood and stretched, my shoulders and back cracking as my shirt rode up the slightest, gathering along my curves.
"You've got scoliosis." Sherlock muttered behind me, I looked over my shoulder at him and raised a brow.
"You've only just now noticed this? Your observational skills are lacking, Shirley." I commented with a smirk as I slid on my coat, pulling out my hair from around the collar. He looked sour at my statement as I smirked and ripped a bit of his note paper off, leaving his actual notes intact. I wrote down my number and walked towards John, maintaining eye contact. His were alert and interested as they took me in, he was curious.
"Call me if you're ever bored, love." I dictated as I dropped the paper into his shirt pocket, letting the doors swing behind me. He was cute for a good shag if nothing else.
