A/N: Yay another chapter just for you. Sorry for the brake folks but with Christmas and babysitting I've been a bit busy. don't worry ill be updating my ncis fanfic in the next couple of days.
Walk though the fire
And we went dancing.
Watson PoV
It had been a weeks since Holmes had embraced Cassidy when she had broken down upon realising there was little chance of her getting home. Since that time neither me or Holmes have seen a hair of our young guest, and, even if Holmes wouldn't show it, I could tell I wasn't the only person growing worried. So when Mrs Hudson brought us breakfast one morning, I asked, quite casually, if she had seen the girl.
"Of course I have sir." she answered looking slightly shocked at my question. " She comes to the kitchen every day after breakfast, and dances."
"Dances?" asked Holmes with a raised eye brow.
"Yes dances. She moves the large table off to one side so she has room, the pulls out one of her strange contraptions that plays music, and dances. And I have to say sir, I have never seen anyone dance like it before. I'm glad the girl isn't doing it in public, she would get arrested."
"Do you happen to know where she is now?" I asked.
"Yes Doctor. She had come down early this morning had had already made you breakfast before I was awake. She said she need to practice more."
And with that Mrs Hudson left us to our breakfast. But I couldn't seem to eat. Holmes looked at me shrewdly.
"If your worried Watson go and check on her. It might stop your fidgeting and help me concentrate." I could tell he was interested under his mask of indifference and I got to my feet and went towards the stair leading to the kitchen.
As I approached the bottom I could here music and muffled cursing coming form behind the closed door. I opened it silently, hoping to observe Miss Cassidy with out being spotted.
"Blast it. Why cant I get this right? It always seemed to east when jet was dancing with me!!"
She turned on the music once more and started to dance. I could see what Mrs Hudson meant by the dancing. It defiantly was not the sort of dance a lady should do in public. Especially in the clothing that she was wearing. She had the little skirt she wore when she had got here on and what appeared to be either mine or Holmes shirt, half buttoned and tied just below her bust. She swayed and moved to the music sensually until she seemed to step on her own foot.
"Damn and blast it." she marched over to the music device and stopped the music. "What I wouldn't do to have someone to dance with."
With out thinking I stepped forward.
"Might I be of assistance Miss Cassidy?" I asked as if not in control of my own mouth.
She turned startled.
"Doctor Watson! Its fine I don't wish to bother you." She was talking fast and ringing her hands nervously. I walked over and took them gently into my own.
"Not at all. Just tell me what to do."
her smile seemed to light up the whole room.
"Alright! I'm doing a dance called the tango. It also known one of the dances of passion. It might be easiest if you just follow my lead." she turned on the music and stepped up to me. "Put you hand here and take my other hand" and so it begun. She taught me the basics and soon I lost myself in the motions and the lyrics of the music.
You're lost and confused but I understandThis once beloved friend has been slain by your handYou feel all alone, betrayed and adriftBut maybe her lost can be viewed as a giftNow I'll be your rock, your strength and supportYour close confident with whom you can consortI know you completelyCome melt into meUnleash the power of your destinyYou've proved to yourself now that you've made the killThat you're just like meWith as evil a willOur forces are meant to be merged into oneThe world will be panicked when our worked is doneLet the music of war, with it's lustful refrainArouse us to height with a passionate strainImagine how awesome together we'd beSo feel what I'm feelingCome melt into me
We finished with me holding her leg while she was in dip. We were both trying to regain our breath when Mrs Hudson walked in
"Cassidy dear its time to make lunch…."
She took one look at myself and Cassidy and how we were standing then turned round "Ill tell Mr Holmes he had better eat out." and shut the door behind her.
I admittedly dropped her leg. I couldn't meet her eyes in embarrassment but when I heard laughter I looked at her astonished.
One look at the tears streaming down her face and I joined in, realising this was the first time I had seen her happy since she arrived.
A/N: to let you know this song came from Zena and is sung by Ares god of war. Also this story is not a Watson romance. This bit was just really good friendship. I promise.
