A/N

Chapter Three! Woo! Do you guys like? By the way, in case you were scared, Jim Moriarty wont be back for a while he's-well-"busy". *Wink* *Nudge*

Chapter Three

I heard footsteps. John's, they were too light for anyone else's. Plus, I still felt Sherlock's arm around my waist. I heard a gasp, then a cup falling onto the floor and breaking.

"Bloody tea cup!" John exclaimed, grabbing a broom and cleaning up the mess.

"Good job John," I said, sleepily from the couch.

"Oi! Shut up!" John said, annoyed, sweeping the remains of the tea cup.

I managed to slip away from Sherlock, and scooted into the kitchen.

"Watch out for the glass, Amie." John commented, calmly.

I smirked, going to go get dressed. I took a shower and put on a My Chemical Romance hoodie and some jeans. With a black beanie. I changed my nose piercing and grabbed my IPod and ear phones.

"What are you wearing?" John nearly shouted, reading a newspaper in his chair.

"Um, my favorite band hoodie and jeans with a beanie? Why?" I asked, really confused.

"The nose piercing!" he shouted, nearly spilling his new cup of tea.

"What about it?" I asked, stupidly.

"Never mind." he said, waving me off.

"Mind if I join you?" said a sleepy Sherlock, form the couch.

"Nice piercing." he continued.

John rolled his eyes, giving Sherlock a look of death. I nodded yes, and put my ear phones and IPod on the end table. I grabbed my phone before leaving, and walked with Sherlock who had slept in his dress shirt and black dress pants out the door.

"Did you sleep good last night?" he asked, smiling down at me.

I nodded, remembering his arm around me.

"You do remember your arm around me right?" I asked, smiling up at him too.

"Yes, I didn't sleep last night." He said, his smile fading away.

I nodded, looking out at the passing cars and cabs. We walked into Speedy's, sitting down at a two seat table.

"What do you want?" I asked Sherlock, smiling.

"Just a plain coffee, one sugar." he smiled back.

"Okay." I said, walking to the counter.

I ordered his coffee, then mine. My usual from home, a hot cocoa mixed with coffee, two shots of plain creamer.

"No almond milk?" he asked, as I handed him his coffee and sat down across from him.

"No, I'm-" I started.

"Allergic. Deathly allergic to all things related to peanut butter. Like tree nuts, almonds, peanuts, cashews, and so on." he finished.

"Yeah," I trailed off, embarrassed.

We sat in silence when a man stepped through the door. He was in a black suit, and had slicked back black hair. Also an umbrella. It wasn't even raining, why would he carry an umbrella? He smiled at me, and walked towards our table.

"Hullo." I greeted, confused, but smiling.

"Nice to meet you, miss-"

"Jackson. Amelia Jackson." I continued for him.

He looked kind of like Sherlock.

"Mycroft," Sherlock trailed off, angrily.

"Brother." Mycroft said, his smile fading.

Mycroft walked away, ordered a coffee and then left the restaurant with a wave goodbye to me. I snorted.

"You have a brother?" I asked, trying not to laugh at their opposite personalities.

He nodded, picking up his coffee and tilted his head towards the door. I followed, being led to a park.

Sherlock's hand brushed against mine, on accident I guess as we sat down on a park bench. I finally finished my coffee and threw it away.

I miss you.-JM

I looked down at my phone, surprised by the sudden Dan and Phil ringtone.

Same to you.-AJ

I smiled, remembering my date.

"What's so funny?" Sherlock asked, looking at me. His eyes were like some type of dementor from Harry Potter. It sent chills down your spine.

"Nothing, just a text from my friend." I lied, smiling back at him.

"Your boyfriend?" he asked, his smile fading.

"Well, um, I guess that's what we are. I dunno." I said, blushing.

Sherlock looked disappointed, sad, when I said maybe a boyfriend. Was he-w-was he jealous? I smiled at the thought of Sherlock being jealous. This would be an interesting year.

A/N

So, short chapter, probably just a filler. Jim was ONLY in this chapter because that's all I could think of, instead of having Sherlock come on too early. Which would make a REALLY BAD story. I made a few references, like Harry Potter and MCR (My Chemical Romance). Oh, and Dan and Phil! I love them. Does anyone understand where I got Miss Jackson from? Panic! At the disco's song called Miss Jackson. Obviously. *Sherlock's voice for the obviously*. Heh.