Hey everyone! So happy to see people are looking, hopefully reading, my story. I would love some reviews. Constructive criticism is great. I've been having a great time writing and hopefully I will get better at it with all your help. :) The next chapter should be heating up for our two lovebirds. I understand Sherlock may be a bit out of character, but love does change people, right? Thanks again!
Sherlock awoke the next morning and turned to grab his phone that was sitting on his night stand. He was thinking of calling Lilly, but didn't want to make himself look too needy. Right when he was about to put the phone down, it started to ring. It wasn't Lilly, much to Sherlocks disappointment.
"Yes?" Sherlock answered his phone clearly not wanting to talk.
"Did John tell you the news?" Lestrade said on the other line.
Sherlock sighed and got out of bed looking for some clothes. "Yes. But I don't see why you all need to remind me of something I already knew when looking at the crime scene. Really, it was very obvious."
"Stop being such a dick," Lestrade groaned. "Congrats again on being correct, but I need you down at the station. There's a friend of the victims who would like to speak to you."
"I'll be there in a bit." Sherlock said as he hung up the phone. He got dressed and sent a text to Lilly.
Will be going to the station today.
Want to do lunch?
SH
Sherlock left the apartment and hailed a cab. Once inside and telling the cabbie where to go he heard his phone beep.
Sounds wonderful.
Want to meet me at the studio at 2?
Text me the address and I'll be there.
SH
When arriving at the police station he was bombarded by the press. Sherlock just pulled up his coat collar and ignored everyone that was trying to talk to him. Once inside he spotted Lestrade and John. Walking over he asked them "Why do I need to explain myself to some people who claim to know the victims? The case is closed. Nothing else to say."
"Sherlock, please. Just go in there and talk to them." Lestrade said while rubbing his temple.
Without answering Sherlock opened the door to the room and looked at the couple sitting at a table. It looked like it would be an interrogation. Sherlock sat in the chair across from them and folded his hands together under his chin.
"Why did you want to see me and how did you know the deceased?" Sherlock questioned.
The womans eyes were red and puffy, like she had been crying for quite a while. Next to her the man looked calm and collected.
"My name is Chris and this is my wife Shelly. We don't believe that Jenna would kill Brandon. They were a happily married couple. For Jenna to think that Brandon was having an affair... it's just ridiculous." Chris said, shaking his head.
Sherlock looked over to Shelly who was looking down and fiddling with her hands. She felt Sherlocks eyes on her and looked up at him. "Jenna was my best friend. I don't see how she could of killed Brandon. He was such a nice guy. I didn't think Jenna was capable of doing such things."
Chris looked over at his wife and said "I thought you said you didn't believe Jenna killed Brandon."
Shelly went back to fiddling her fingers together while Sherlock observed the both of them.
"Shelly, you were having an affair with Brandon. You were planning on running away together after Brandon was going to ask for a divorce and you the same with your husband. But things didn't turn out the way you wanted it, did it? When Brandon confessed the affair with his wifes best friend, Jenna became enraged and shot her husband and then herself. Isn't that correct?" Sherlock said with a little smirk to his lips.
Shelly started crying and Brandon stood up and looked like he was about to hit Sherlock.
"How dare you say such things about my wife and our friends!" he yelled.
"Chris, please. Sit down. He's right. I was having an affair with Brandon. I loved him. But I love you too! Please forgive me!" Shelly cried loudly.
Chris looked too shocked to speak, so Sherlock took this moment to stand up and exit the room. When outside Lestrade asked "Well, did they get the closure they needed?"
Sherlock nodded. "Yes, if you consider the victim having an affair with the woman in that room and the husband who now seems to be yelling at her. Yes, they somewhat have closure. You better go in there before there is another murder."
Sherlock walked off with John chasing after him. "You are very insensitive, you know." John said.
Sherlock gave a small laugh, "You would be surprised. I'm going to leave now. Let me know if there are any changes in the case, which I doubt there will be."
'Where are you going?" John asked.
Sherlock rolled his eyes and just replied with "Out." So he walked out of the station and hailed a cab to take him to Lilly's dance studio. He would be a little early, but he wanted to observe her dancing. When he arrived he saw that you could see inside by a large window. He didn't want to go in just yet and disturb her, so he stood outside the window and watched.
Lilly was wearing black tight fitting yoga pants and a black sports bra. She was dancing around while the students followed. This was the least amount of clothing he had ever seen on her. He couldn't take his eyes off her and she danced around. She was wonderful. He didn't know how long he stood there watching her, but it looked like her class was over. He watched the students walk out the door, while some looked at him. He smirked, "they probably think me a pervert." he thought to himself.
He walked in the door and saw Lilly patting herself down with a small towel. "You dance beautifully." He said to her. Lilly turned around quickly and put a hand to her chest. 'Oh, Sherlock! You startled me!"She laughed. "I'm sorry." Sherlock apologized. Lilly just smiled and said "No need to apologize. I'm glad you're here. Let me just go change in the back and I'll be right out. I look a mess." She laughed. It was Sherlocks turn to laugh, "Are you kidding? You look lovely. Very beautiful." Lilly blushed and walked into the back area to change.
When she came out she was wearing jeans and a light blue sweater. Her hair still pulled up in a bun. They left the studio and walked across the street to the sandwich shop. After ordering they sat down.
"So you teach dance and serve coffee," Sherlock stated. Lilly nodded her head. "Yes. I would rather dance full time, but the knees can't take it." She laughed. "I would love to dance on stage again. I loved it so much."
"Don't you love serving coffee as well?" Sherlock teased. Lilly began laughing. "Only if you show up."
They ate their food and chatted between bites. Laughing and teasing each other. "You know, you're nothing like the papers say you." Lilly said with a grin. Sherlock gave a snort, "Well, to tell you the truth, I do come off rather rude to people. A high functioning sociopath, if you will. But when I am around you it's completely different. I feel like I could tell you anything and never be bored. Believe me, I get bored quite easily."
"Well, then tell me about yourself Mr. Holmes." Lilly suggested with a grin.
Sherlock leaned back in his chair and said "How about we go to my flat and we can talk over tea." Lilly gave a little grin and agreed.
When they arrived at Sherlocks flat he put on a kettle of tea. Lilly looked around the room and saw, well, a mess. There were papers, boxes and... what was that? A jar filled with a pair of... "Sherlock? Are these human eyes?" She asked picking up the jar and turning it around in her hand. Sherlock walked in carrying a tray with two cups of tea. "Yes." He replied nonchalantly. Lilly set them back down on the table. "Interesting." She said.
They both sat down on the sofa and sipped their tea. "So, are you going to tell more about yourself?" Lilly asked taking another sip of her tea. Sherlock sighed, "If I must." He teased.
"I started calling myself a 'consulting detective' because Scotland Yard wouldn't hire me on. Failed drug test. Yes, I know, but I am refraining from them now at the time." Lilly gave him a sideways glance, but he continued. "I solved a very difficult murder for DI Lestrade and he asked if he could call me for help, which is always." Lilly nodded, "You do have a brilliant mind. I am glad you are not on any drugs now, but what kind were you doing?" "Cocaine." Sherlock replied. Lilly patted his knee and gave him a smile. "Thank you for stopping. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been. My brother passed away from an overdose on heroin." Sherlock took her hand in his and gave it a soft kiss. "I'm sorry for your loss." "Thank you." Lilly replied.
Sherlocks heart was racing feeling her soft hand in his. The kiss he planted on her hand was not planned. It just happened. Would she pull away if he leaned in for an actual kiss? It was only their second date, but it felt like he knew her forever. Sherlock cleared his throat, still holding her hands and asked "May I miss you Lilly?" She didn't answer, but nodded her head instead. They both leaned in towards each other and their lips met. It felt as though electricity shot through Sherlocks body. The kiss was so soft. They pulled away slowly and looked into each others eyes. Before another word was spoken Sherlock came in fast for another kiss. This kiss was long and sensuous. The tip of her tongue opened up his lips. Their tongues danced together as they held each other close. Lilly's hand ran through Sherlocks hair as he rubbed his hand down her back. They pulled apart breathless, still holding onto each other.
"You sir, are an amazing kisser." Lilly said. Sherlock gave a quiet laugh and ran his hands down her arms. "You are quite the kisser too, my dear." Sherlock gave her a soft peck on the cheek, but Lilly turned her head and their lips met again. Suddenly Sherlocks phone began to ring. The shrill sound startled them both as they pulled away. "Sorry." Sherlock apologized while reaching for his phone. "What is it?" he answered. It was Lestrade informing him of another case that needed his help. "Can this wait. I'm in the middle of something." Sherlock said. "No. We need you here now. You'll want to see this." Lestrade said. "Fine." Sherlock replied and hung up.
He looked at Lilly who said "No need to apologize. I had a great time with you, but the worlds only consulting detective needs to be called, right?"
"You are absolutely amazing." Sherlock said.
They both got up from the couch and walked outside. Sherlock hailed a cab for Lilly. Before she climbed inside Sherlock grabbed her hand and gave her a kiss. "Can I call you afterwards?" Sherlock asked. Lilly smiled and said "You can call me any time." Giving each other another kiss Lilly got into the cab. Sherlock watched her leave and couldn't help but smile. When his cab came along all he could think about was he kiss with Lilly. He wondered what would of happened if his phone didn't ring. Maybe he could see her again tonight and replay further into the kiss.