I know I forgot to do this in the earlier chapters, but hopefully I'll remember to do this from now on!

Special thanks to: ImagineThis22, who is my awesomely awesome beta!

And I guess I have to put a disclaimer saying I don't own Elementary (though it would be cool if I did...)

Kiss Four: (Time: 8 am)

Joan woke up. Again.

This time the bed was completely empty, showing no signs of Sherlock ever being there.

Joan started to question if she had imagined the entire thing. Her mattress was too cold to assume someone had slept with her. The curtains on her window were closed, despite the sunlight Joan had seen when she woke up the first time.

. . . But.

Joan had practically slept an entire day after her encounter with Sherlock. It would have made sense that her bed had a cold side. He would've left after she unceremoniously pushed him off her bed. And the curtains; Sherlock was sure to have noticed how Joan winced when facing it. If he had any sympathy, he would've shut the curtains…. which he did.

But the one thing that made Joan terribly sure of Sherlock sleeping with her was the smell. It smelled of, well, Sherlock.

Joan rolled over and took a deep breath into the pillow.

Just as she suspected.

Mint and raw honey. And... coffee?Ff Her head snapped up and Joan realized there was coffee brewing downstairs.

o0o

Joan walked down the stairs, dressed and ready for whatever craziness Sherlock would bring, her hangover long-gone.

"Morning, Sherlock," Joan said, brushing past him to grab a mug on a top shelf. He visibly froze, eyes flicking from her to his half eaten cereal. Luckily, she didn't notice. Joan was preoccupied in having a hard time grabbing her mug.

Sherlock swiftly walked over to where Joan was stretching up and placed a hand on the counter close enough to feel her body heat. His torso pressed against her back, and Sherlock's fingers brushed Joan's as he took the mug from the shelf. The brief touch was all it took to trigger a memory from when Joan was extremely hung-over.

Joan's eyes slowly opened. Sherlock's face was inches from her own, and, thinking the worst, shoved him off the bed. Joan was sober enough to think of checking on him, so she went to survey on the damage. But, Sherlock had also wanted to announce his well-being and somehow their lips had touched.

Joan took a step back.

Sherlock had to stumble backwards or else he'd be stepped on.

She immediately turned to face him.

"Watson? Are you still hungover?" Sherlock asked hesitantly.

"Sherlock," she spoke slowly, "what happened yesterday?"

"Oh! Um..." Sherlock avoided her piercing gaze. "N-nothing really," he stuttered slightly and tried to cover it with a terribly fake cough.

Joan closed her eyes and could feel anger slowly building up. 'One more chance...', she thought, before looking at Sherlock again.

"What. Happened. Yesterday," She gritted out.

He visibly gulped, and started, "Well..."

Sherlock was cut off by a scoffing noise coming from the back of Joan's throat.

"Don't you dare make any excuses. I remember exactly what happened yesterday. Why would you just lie to me like that? Nothing happened?! I mean, c'mon, really? I can't even ask you one simple damn question before you have to go and decide what I should and shouldn't know. So our lips touched. It's not like it was on pur-" Joan's rant was stopped by Sherlock's lips on her own.

He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her toward him, and tilted his head down to crush his mouth onto Joan's to quiet her. Before she could even respond, Sherlock let go and showed her the most confused look she had ever seen on his face. Joan had never seen Sherlock's face portray so much emotion and it frightened her.

He quickly turned, grabbed his jacket, and practically ran out the door. Joan couldn't even get a word in; he just left.

She finally remembered a vital part of her flashback. Sherlock moved his head after Joan looked out over her bed. Not at the same time. It had been deliberate.

'Oh my god,' thought Joan, 'Sherlock likes me.

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