Alexus exited the taxi and walked up to 221 B Baker Street. She knocked on the door. John opened the door clearly surprised that she was there.

"Hello Alexus. Didn't expect to see you here. What can I do for you?" Alexus smiled.

"Yes actually, I was looking for Sherlock. Greg gave me the address." She remembered then, how uncomfortable it had made her last night when she had found out Sherlock knew where she lived unbeknownst to her.

"Oh right of course come on in." John still looked a little uncomfortable.

"It's right upstairs. I was just headed out. I can stay if you like?" He clearly didn't want to.

"Really John. It's fine. I'm sure I'll survive." The doctor looked a little doubtful.

"Well he's not actually doing anything right now so he shouldn't be too much trouble. If he complains about being bored…run." Alexus couldn't help but chuckle. That is, until she saw how serious John was.

"You have my word John, it'll be okay." She put in as much assuredness as she could into that last statement. It worked, John was on his way out with a wave of his hand. Alright Mr. Holmes let's see what you're up to.

Alexus opened the door to find Sherlock fighting a very colorfully dressed Arab wielding a sword. Is this what John meant we he by 'not doing anything'? John must've been clueless. Sherlock was using some sort of mixed martial arts where she couldn't tell at all what the Arab was using. She was pretty sure Sherlock had noticed her entrance. But made no indication as such. Alexus found a frying pan over by the window sill. She meandered on over. After grabbing it, she made her way towards the coffee table nonchalantly. Once the Arab was close enough to the table she casually kicked it forward, right under his knees causing him to fall on his back just long enough for her to hit him over the head with the frying pan, rendering him unconscious.

Sherlock looked up at her exasperated and slightly impressed. He could only imagine the questions whirling around in her ordinary little mind. What he didn't expect was the question she settled on.

"Why was there a frying pan near the window sill?" She asked, eyebrow raised. It seemed a ridiculous question considering what had just happened but he decided to answer her anyways.

"It smelt after an experiment. John suggested putting it by the window so it wouldn't stink up the flat." He said expecting her to ask more. Once again, her question surprised him.

"What are you planning to do with your new friend here? I don't expect you'd want John knowing you were such a terrible host while he was away." Now she looked thoroughly amused. He had completely forgotten about his visitor. How does she do that?

"Oh wasn't quite sure. Suggestions?" Sherlock wanted to see how her brain worked.

"Hey toots, I'm not the one with an unconscious dude in my living room. I want no part in this." Alexus held up her hand in mock surrender. Sherlock scoffed at her use of the word 'dude', how American.

"You are the one who knocked him out. This is equally your problem."

"Self-defense. This gentleman was your problem before I stepped in here." Sherlock just realized Alexus was standing in his living room. What is she doing here? He stared at her trying to figure it out. He finally gave in and just asked.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh I was coming to pick you up. I remember you requesting to accompany me while I speak to the homeowner." Alexus smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing. The FBI agent didn't want, for a second, Sherlock thinking he had won this round…even if he did. Instead she decided to act like she was allowing him to come along.

Sherlock grunted at her insinuation of being in authority but decided to let her have her delusions.

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" He said grabbing his coat and scarf.

"We're not leaving him here." Alexus couldn't believe he'd forgotten again. "You know for a genius you've got a ridiculously bad memory."

The consulting detective looked at his foe and shrugged. He hadn't forgotten, he just decided to leave him there. He told as much to the American.

"What if John comes home and finds him there?"

"Then he'll come home and find him here! He's a soldier he'll know what to do."

"What does that even mean?" She yelled after him as he ran out the door to hail a taxi. By the time she arrived outside there was already a car outside and Sherlock was waiting holding the door open.

"Thanks hun!" Alexus smiled at him. A smile that Sherlock found slightly unnerving. Still it seemed the Arab was at last forgotten and they could move on to more exciting things. Things like making Alexus King squirm.

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"Miss King we must discuss the nature of our relationship." Sherlock declared, once they were both in the cab, an air of professionalism about him she could never dream of pulling off.

"Well Sherlock I'm flattered!" Alexus answered fanning herself with her hand in an exasperated gesture. "Don't you think we might be moving too fast? I am, after all, taken and I couldn't dream of leaving him to take a chance on someone I've just met." She paused for dramatic effect, face scrunched up in concentration, as if considering it. "No Sherlock, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to halt all romantic intentions towards me." Yet another pause. "I do hope we can be friends." She looked up at him pouting her bottom lip.

Sherlock flushed pink. His words being completely misconstrued. He looked at her again only to be met with a mischievous smile. She knew. Of course she knew, yet being the insufferable human being she was, just couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.

"I believe you know very well that's not what I meant. I've told the homeowner I would be bringing my wife, so my wife you will be." She grinned battling the need for a repeat performance. God she missed Spence. He was just like Sherlock at first. Minus the 'being an asshole' thing.

Sherlock Holmes was quickly starting to tire of Alexus' theatrics. He had been looking forward to tonight to watch her squirm but so far the only one who had been squirming was him. She wasn't anywhere near as smart as him. That much he knew. She might be intelligent but she was no genius. Yet somehow she never seemed to stop surprising him. Him! The great Sherlock Holmes put off kilter by a barely-better-than-normal woman!

Sherlock thought back to what she had said. She told him she was taken. What was that supposed to mean? He wasn't an expert but he was pretty sure he saw her flirting with a very flushed detective inspector. Then again, she didn't exactly seem like the shy, reserved type. Maybe she was just obnoxiously friendly to everyone.

Finally the taxi arrived at an old townhouse with two floors and a fairly large garden out back. It was very well looked after. Everything was neat and trimmed to perfection. There was a man, outback working in the garden. He was an older man with a gentle touch. Alexus could see his hands gently caressing a plant as if coaxing life into it. There was so much warmth in the gesture she couldn't help but smile. It reminded her of home. Little Jack to be exact but that was a memory to revel in later. Now, it was time to work. Looking over at Sherlock she smiled and grabbed his hand entwining their fingers. It was then Sherlock looked down at her in question.

"Till death do us part!" She said with a wink. Reminding him of their roles.

Sherlock frowned. Still no squirming? He'd just have to turn it up a notch. He smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. She laughed. For the first time since he met her, he found he didn't actually mind it. In fact, if he was being completely honest, he might even find he enjoyed it.