Time stood still for a moment before John regains his composure. Finally he found his voice, the shock dissipating now. He asked. "She's your wife? I thought you said you were married to you work?" He questioned, the woman, Evangeline he reminded himself was giving Sherlock a look. Almost one filled with mirth, but her eyes told him she was worried, but about what.
"Will you stop that?" John heard Sherlock snap, but he soon realized it wasn't directed at him but at Evangeline who was peering over Sherlock's shoulder.
"You should answer Doctor Watson's question Locke." She told him, John watched as Sherlock sighed, clearly a bit irritated at her. He closed the laptop, and then looked directly at John.
"I'm married; I have been for several years. But I also considered myself married to my work, which Angela has always understood." The Sherlock turned back and looked at Evangeline who was scribbling in a notebook. "Happy now?" he questioned, his voice held something, something John had never heard in his friends voice. It was a light hint of adoration, the will to please someone other than himself.
"Quite, well I'm off to bed now dear. I'm sure you boys are very busy." It was only 3 in the afternoon, John realized. But before he could say anything Evangeline was out of the room and Sherlock's door was shut.
Looking at Sherlock John noticed that the man picked the laptop back up and started typing. Sherlock peered over the laptop to look at John. "You can't write about Evangeline in your blog, we have enemies." John understood, it was odd really to see Sherlock like this. This was an actual human emotion, one he'd never seen before. It was so strange but John knew that Sherlock do absolutely anything to ensure the safety of that woman, because he loved her.
"Your right, for once." John looked at Sherlock; of course he knew what he was thinking. Sherlock gave him a semi pleased look.
"How did you meet her?" John asked, Sherlock shook his head no.
"Ask Angela, she loves to tell that story. But I'll tell you this, we've known each other the majority of our lives." Sherlock at that moment closed down the laptop and stood from his seat, walking out of the living room and to his bedroom door.
"The paintings are hers aren't they?" Sherlock smirked at John's inquiries, before entering his room.
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Evangeline was curled up on the right side of the bed; her blonde hair fell over her face and on the pillow. She had wrapped herself tightly into the sheet, but the comforter laid half way on her. Sherlock knew she was fast asleep, and how securely she was holding onto the sheet she wasn't sleeping soundly. It was most likely that she was having a nightmare; he'd seen her like this before multiple times when they were younger she'd have terrible fits when her family would stay with his in their summer home. He remembered I time when she'd awoken from on her fits in hysterics, she came and fond him knowing that he'd be awake. After Sherlock had calmed her down, she fell asleep in his arms. Mycroft found them in the morning, Evangeline had her face hidden in Sherlock's side, her hands held tightly onto the fabric of his shirt. Sherlock had his chin on the top of her head, one of his arms was secure around her waist protectively, and both of them were sound asleep.
Sherlock sat down next to her, he didn't get under the covers but he lay next to her his hand reached over and played with a stand of her hair. He watched her, and little by little her body relaxed he knew now that she was sleeping peacefully. Picking up a book off his nightstand he began to read, he'd finish with it long before she woke but it give him something to do while laying here. Once she was deep enough in sleep for his likings Sherlock would move off the bed and start unpacking her things to how they were before she was submitted to the ward. The book became boring soon after he picked it up, his mine began to wonder to what happened that made him have her placed in mental care. Even he didn't like to think about it, but his mind would not leave this place.
Evangeline was shuffling about the flat one morning her hand was placed protectively on her stomach. She was smiling, they were so happy now. The flat was completed, a nursery had been made of the upstairs bedroom everything was orderly and Evangeline loved it. Her episode of insanity had vanished, all was right in their little world consisting of only herself, Sherlock and there almost arrival. She was four months in, when it happened. It shouldn't of happened but it did.
Sherlock had been out all day working a case, Evangeline who would have normally ventured out with him had to stay at home because of her condition. Something happened, she was taking a shower and her feet lost grip of the shower floor she fell. Evangeline couldn't move probably twisted her ankle she wasn't worried it be fine then an intense pain shut through her. At that moment she screamed, so loud her throat had dried a little from the pressure of the scream. Lestade and Sherlock had just walked through the front door of Baker Street when they both heard it, Sherlock bolted up the stairs and into his flat. He had to break the bathroom door to get to her, the shower was still on steam was everywhere and then Sherlock saw it. She was bleeding profusely, and her blood was everywhere.
He heard Lestrade's feet hit the threshold of his door, Sherlock called out to the man urgently. "Phone an ambulance now!" He ordered, looking back at Evangeline he made a quick decision and he pulled the nearly unconscious woman all the way out of the shower. Sherlock also turned the water off, he knew exactly what was going on and he knew this wasn't going to end well.
Sherlock shook the memory away, he hated thinking about that. That had been the last straw for Evangeline; she lost it after that, completely lost it. So Sherlock had her committed, it had been a hard time for them and for a whole year he would visit her every single day and she would slowly start to get better. It had taken two years but Sherlock knew that Evangeline was better, she was controlling everything better.
After he had committed her, Sherlock can recall coming home one evening to find Mycroft and Lestrade repainting the nursery back to it boring dull gray color. Sherlock hasn't gone up there since, so he has no idea if John has done anything to the room at all. It doesn't matter now, the chances of Evangeline ever carrying a child again is highly unlikely. Thinking of Evangeline, she stirred next to him her eyes opened revealing bright blue eyes that peered up at him. "Sherlock, I just had the most wonderful dream. It was of you and me when we visited Rome. Do you remember?" Sherlock allowed himself to smile at her tired voice and how innocent she sounded. He nodded his head, that trip had been one of his favorite with her.
"I remember, you were so excited to see everything.." He drawled out the last word with a smirk on his face. Evangeline rolled her eyes at him, sitting up she leaned her head against his shoulder.
"You only read two pages Holmes, what were you thinking about dear." She questioned, nuzzling her face into his neck.
"An old memory." He told her, she nodded her head in understanding.
"What time is it?" She questioned standing up, moving about the room to find her brush.
"About 6:20, you slept for a long time." He told her, getting up from the bed as well walking over to her where she stood in front of the vanity mirror brushing out her long locks. Sherlock took the brush from her hands, helping her get all the tangles out. Their relationship had always worked like this even when they were children. Evangeline had always allowed him to do things like this, when they were younger brushing Evangeline's hair helped Sherlock think.
Sherlock and Evangeline entered the living room soon after. Lestrade had just entered the flat as they both stepped out. Evangeline smiled brightly, she turned to Sherlock. "You have a case, how exciting." She called to him, her tone was giddy. The DI looked around and saw the small woman, a small grin twitched at the corner of his mouth. "Mrs. Holmes, a pleasure to see you." He greeted as Evangeline bounded over to him, shaking his hands.
"As to you Inspector, I assume you've been keeping my husband in line while I was away?" She asked walking away from the men and into the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cabinet.
"Yes of course Mrs. Holmes." Lestrade responded, he looked over at Sherlock who just raised a brow at the man. John looked; well he looked even more shocked than before.
"So what's the case Lestrade." Evangeline asked as she took a seat on the sofa, giving him an questioning look.
"Yes what is it Lestrade , must be important if you came all the way down here." Sherlock drawled out in a bored tone.
"Yes, here it is." Lestrade walked over to Sherlock and handed him a file. Sherlock examine the file grinning. "Brilliant." He exclaimed, Evangeline looked at him expectedly. He turned to John though. "Will follow behind you Lestrade . Come along John we have a case to solve." He stood in the doorway after the other men had cleared out he turned back at Evangeline who was still giving him a look.
"I'll tell you all about it when we return." And with that, Sherlock followed after the two men.
Evangeline got up, and idea struck her. She walked into the bedroom, opening on of the boxes she pulled out a few canisters of paint. Sherlock would have kept all her old supplies somewhere but where. "Mrs. Hudson?" Evangeline called out as she walked over to the steps heading down the stairs to knock on the older woman's door.
Mrs. Hudson opened her door just as Evangeline was about to knock. "I heard you coming down the stairs, what can I do for you Ellie?" Evangeline smiled at her.
"Do you know where Sherlock put all my art supplies?" Evangeline asked, Mrs. Hudson smiled before telling Evangeline one moment before disappearing back into her own flat. A few minutes later, Mrs. Hudson returned with a box.
"Sherlock asked if I'd keep it safe, knowing him and all his experiments." Mrs. Hudson told her, Evangeline took the back from her.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson."
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