Chapter Seven
Third Person POV
Kayla was laying on Sherlockʼs bed sideways so that her head hung off the side and she was looking at the wall upside down. She jumped, almost falling off the bed because of it, when someone cleared there throat. She sat up and smiled at John. "I didnʼt even hear the door open." she said, laughing lightly.
Kayla couldnʼt help but grin at the way John was acting. He was standing in the doorway awkwardly with his hand in his pockets and a light blush on his cheeks. "I didnʼt mean to startle you. I knocked twice and when you didnʼt answer, I thought you might have been asleep. Sherlock said youʼd be up here if I needed anything." he said. Kayla laughed. "I must have been pretty zoned out. Sorry. Anyway, what can I help you with?" she asked, changing her position so she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed and her arms resting on her thighs. "Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you about Sherlock and what you know about him Iʼve been living with him for a while now and I still feel as if I barely know him." he said.
"Yeah. Sure. I figured it would happen sooner or later." she said, smiling and patting the edge of the bed, signaling for him to sit next to her. John gave her a sheepish smile before tentatively sitting next to her on the bed. Kayla laughed and bumped him in the shoulder with hers. She laughed even harder when he almost fell off the bed.
He straightened himself and couldnʼt hold the laughter that had bubbled up. "Loosen up a little. I donʼt bite. Not hard at least." she joked once heʼd gotten himself straightened. John laughed and his posture visibly relaxed. "So, what do you want to know?" Kayla asked. John took a moment to calculate his first question, deciding to start off simple. "How did you and Sherlock meet?" he asked.
"Well, we met seven years ago when he was looking for a flat mate. My work had brought me here to London and I didnʼt feel like staying in the housing they offered at headquarters, so I started looking for flats. When I saw this one, I fell in love with it. It was the perfect distance from work and it wasnʼt right in the middle of town.
When I first met Sherlock, I thought he was the most annoying, infuriating, irritating, obnoxious, aggravating, and any other word you can think of man Iʼd ever met. But then I thought that since I wouldnʼt really be home that much, Iʼd be able to handle only having to see him maybe a few hours during they day providing he was even home. When I found out what he did for a living, I thought it was brilliant. When he told me he couldnʼt read me, I have to admit, I was extremely proud. It meant I was doing my job right. Sorry. Iʼm getting off track. Anyway, after two months of living with the insufferable man, I decided we needed to sit down and talk. Not about anything in particular, but just talk and get to know each other." she explained.
"After that, we became extremely close friends. I have noticed he acts and speaks to me differently than he does others. How does he act around you?" she asked. "Well, he seems to like me more than others." he said, looking at Kayla funny when she started laughing. "Iʼm sorry. Itʼs just the way you said it. Thatʼs actually really good. There arenʼt very many people he actually likes." she said, grinning at the older man.
"You think so?" John asked. Kayla nodded.
"What is that you do exactly." John asked. Kayla thought for a moment on wether she should tell people what she did. She knew she could trust Lestrade. He was police officer. Sherlock was a completely different story. She hated to admit it, but Sherlock was her only true best friend and she trusted him with her life.
"I work for a secret organization known as Phantom. Some call us spies, we prefer to call ourselves intelligence agents." she said. John raised an eyebrow at her. "Arenʼt those the same things?" he asked. "Well, yes, but intelligence agent sounds more important and less conspicuous." she said matter-of-factly.
Sherlock barged into the flat and stopped for a moment. It was quiet. Really quiet. Too quiet for Kayla being here. Then he heard laughter from upstairs. Making his way towards the laughter, he stopped in front of his bedroom door. He pushed the door open and raised an eyebrow. "Has he always talked to the skull?" John asked.
Kayla laughed and scratched her head. "I may have gotten him the skull for his birthday our second year living together." she said, giggling the entire time. John doubled over in laughter, his face turning red. "Talking about me while Iʼm not here. Very childlike." Sherlock said, making his presence known and crossing his arms over his chest.
John jumped a little, but Kayla just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I wouldʼve done whether you were here or not." she said, sticking her tongue out at him when he glared at her. "Youʼre right, he does act differently." John said, getting up and brushing past Sherlock and down the stairs.
Kayla giggled and flopped down on the bed. "Iʼm not gone for even an hour and youʼre telling John stories about me." Sherlock said, walking into the room and over to his closet. "Whereʼd you go?" Kayla asked curiously, watching him as he pulled out his clothes for the next day.
"Was called to the morgue." he stated. Kayla rolled her eyes and got up from the bed. "Anything you want to talk about?" she asked, becoming serious as she leaned against the was next to the closet door. "No. Why would I need to talk about it?" Sherlock asked, never looking at her. "Because even though you like to put on the show that you donʼt have a compassionate bone in your body, I know you better than that." she said.
Sherlock stopped and looked her. "Donʼt lie to me Sherlock. I know that deep down, it bothers you at least a little bit." she told him. Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes. "Iʼll be fine. Iʼve gotten used to it over the years. It doesnʼt bother me as much anymore." he said once he opened his eyes and looked at her. He gave her a small smiled before grabbing his clothes and heading for the door.
"Iʼll see you in the morning." he said softly before heading down the stairs into the living room. Kayla smiled and went over to her bag to pull out her night clothes. She changed, put her hair up in a ponytail, and climbed into Sherlockʼs bed. Curling up in the center, she hugged the blankets around herself and fell fast asleep to the sound of a soft violin playing in the background.
A/N: Yay! Bonding time with Kayla and John! Please R&R and let me know what you think!
