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Kylie sighed heavily as she rolled her neck, groaning as she attempted to unkink the large knots in her neck. She glanced at the clock. It was nearing midnight and she had barley made a dent in the paperwork she was trying not to drown in.

The office was nearly empty at this point in the night; even the workaholics and last minute dead lines had been gone for over a few hours now. It was just her and the creepy night janitor who happened to like to wear his pants backwards.

She had gotten a text from Charlie a few hours ago telling her that they hadn't found anything and that he was going to drop Lestrade, John, and Sherlock off at their hotel.

…So it was just her and the paperwork for the next… 36 hours…

There was no way she was getting home tonight. She needed to make a note to murder Charlie in the morning.

"Well this looks tedious," a male voice said from the doorway.

Kylie looked up in shock to see Sherlock standing there with a cup of coffee in hand. She felt a smile cross her face as she rolled her eyes slightly at him.

"Well, yeah. You'd be right about that," Kylie said as she smiled at him. She watched him approach the desk and look around, taking in her office. She raised an eyebrow at him. Her mind raced as she watched his eyes flit around her office taking in the changes.

Her office in San Diego was much different than the one she had had in London. She had no pictures. She just had a skull on a shelf and binders full of research. Her office had next to none decorations and personal touches as it had had in London. It was pretty much bare.

She could see him debating the differences in his mind before his eyes flitted back up to her.

He looked down and cleared his throat before he held out the cup of coffee awkwardly.

"Here," he said as he held it towards her, intending her to take it.

Kylie raised her eyebrow at him and smiled slightly.

Even him being awkward was adorable.

…Goddammit Kylie.

The man who was always so confident with everything that he did was so incredibly awkward with her? The man couldn't even look her in the eye.

"Thanks," Kylie said accepting the caffeine gratefully. She took a sip as she looked at him, awkwardly standing in front of her.

"I thought that Charlie drove you to the hotel?" she asked him.

"He did." Sherlock nodded as he took the chair across from her.

Kylie looked at him skeptically as she leaned back in her chair.

"So you just decided to take a ten mile stroll from your hotel to track down a coffee shop in the middle of the night and make your way here?"

Sherlock looked at her blankly.

"That's why there are cabs," Sherlock told her.

Kylie smiled and laughed lightly as Sherlock chuckled with her.

She looked at him as she toyed with the paper rim of the coffee cup.

"You should get some rest though," she told him quietly as she looked up at him through her lashes.

"I'm fine," Sherlock replied to her as he refused to break eye contact with her.

"You always say you are fine."

"Because I am," Sherlock stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Mmm, you aren't always though."

Sherlock just looked at her.

Kylie smiled at him softly as they were locked in a gaze once more. Both refused to break eye contact. They just stared; blue locked onto blue.

"Your hair…" Sherlock said as he stared at her, "It uh… suits you."

Kylie ran her fingers through her hair nervously as she blushed.

"Uh, thanks, I think…"

"It was a compliment."

"Was it?"

Sherlock looked at her perplexed, causing Kylie to smile and laugh lightly at him.

She looked back up and got caught in his stare once more.

BANG!

They both jumped as the janitor dropped a trashcan and swore loudly, bringing them out of their gaze.

Kylie looked away and pulled some hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat and busied herself with a file.

"So what'd you guys find at the clinic?"

Sherlock cleared his throat as well, "Seven doctors; four male, three female…"

"Since we know that the killer is male, that takes our suspect pool down to four," Kylie added as she caught on.

Sherlock nodded, "Yes. First is about fifty, from Ireland. Definitely not the killer."

Kylie raised her eyebrows in surprised, "You dismissed him that quickly?" Kylie asked twisting in her chair slightly.

"Of course," Sherlock said quickly, "He had clubbing."

Kylie looked down and smiled, understanding. "High risk for heart disease. He wouldn't have had the strength to kill those women. Plus that rush of adrenaline would have caused a heart attack."

"Precisely," Sherlock said as he nodded at her, "And the second is German."

"Easy, not our guy. Lestrade said he was British."

"Leaving us with two suspects," Kylie said as she pulled her laptop towards her and pulled up some records.

Sherlock got up, walking around the desk to peer over her shoulder, putting one hand down by her mouse as his other hand went to the back of the chair.

"Dr. Karl Foreman, and Dr. Traven Hillsdale," Kylie said as she typed their name into the computer.

"Wouldn't it be easier if one of them was named Jack? Or Rack the Jipper?" Kylie chided as she skimmed the two doctor's history.

"Yes, because that is the way the world works," Sherlock stated sarcastically.

"I wish it was," Kylie stated, "I mean if everything were black and white things would be easy, you wouldn't have to try to find killers, or try to deduce what men…"

Kylie trailed off as she stopped her sentence awkwardly, not realizing that she was referring to the other person in the room.

Sherlock looked at her, causing her to look back up at him.

God he was handsome…

"Rack the Jipper?"

Kylie snorted with laughter as his face contorted into confusion.

"Is that some new 'street' saying?" Sherlock asked, causing Kylie to laugh even more.

"Who are you? John?"

Sherlock gave her an even more perplexed look.

"Aka grandpa?" Kylie said with a smirk.

Sherlock laughed briefly.

"At least you didn't say Jack Harkness."

Kylie turned and gaped at him.

"What? Did you just make a pop culture reference?"

"You and John watched that series for a week straight!"

"We both had the flu and it was hilarious!" Kylie argued.

"It was annoying! And impossible not to listen to!"

"It was one of the most popular shows in Britain!" Kylie argued as she laughed at him.

"The episode the two of you watched all day one day was about a woman killing men with an orgasm!" Sherlock argued, "its not like that could logically ever happen in real life! Killing people with a hormone and nerve impulse to the pleasure center of the brain!"

Kylie chuckled and looked at him with a smirk, "You obviously have never slept with me then."

Sherlock looked at her in slight puzzlement before the computer beeped, snapping them out of their gaze once more.

NO RESULTS flashed on the screen.

They both stared at the screen at a loss.

"That's impossible!" Kylie said as she began typing once more, only to have the words NO RESULTS show up on the screen once more.

"How do neither of them exist?" Kylie gaped in complete shock, "There are no records of them anywhere? Not in Interpol, DMV, the medical license board, nothing!"

Sherlock looked at it a smile growing over his face as intrigue sparkled in his eyes.

"Interesting…"

"Who the hell are these guys?" Kylie asked in disbelief, "How the hell are we going to trace them back to these crimes if they don't exist?"

"No idea," Sherlock said softly as a grin spread over his face, "but this case just became more and more interesting," Sherlock said before he kissed her temple, standing up and walking out, leaving Kylie alone once more.

Shock ran through Kylie's body as she sat there, completely frozen in shock.

Did Sherlock just… kiss her?

Granted, it was the temple, but a few months ago, he wouldn't touch her, let alone kiss her.

… What in the hell was going on?

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Sherlock waltzed down the hall of the empty FBI building, a jump in his step as he had a promising case in front of him. This case was wonderful! With each and every turn the case just kept getting better and better. .

He was happy. He was excited. He felt adrenaline pumping through his veins. His stomach was fluttering, it had since he…

Sherlock froze, stopping in his tracks.

Had he….? Kissed Kylie's temple?

His stomach flipped as he replayed the moment in mind. It had been so natural… habitual even.

His stomach flipped as he saw her face pop up in his mind.

The tingling warmth returned.

Crap… all of these feelings were back.

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