title: The Detective And The Artist
Summary: Sherlock has a secret. One that he has successfully kept from everyone in his life (including Mycroft). This secret just happens to stand 5'3 and works as an artist/bartender. But what happens when someone stumbles onto Sherlock's little secret?
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Chapter 7
After being sprung from jail Sherlock and Ciaran hopped into a cab to go to another restaurant. To be fair they didn't really eat much when on the impromptu stake out slash date. "Lets try this again shall we?" Sherlock asked quietly making Ciaran smile. "Definitely...though no murderers alright?"
That date went off without a hitch, both parties actually paying attention to the conversation and they ended up staying until the host came over to kick them out. "Alright you two, we have to close up now...please take your gooey-ness to another location please." He grinned as he gave them their bill, which was then fought over until they decided to split it.
"What did he mean by gooey-ness?" Sherlock asked as they walked down the street. "No idea." Ciaran smiled up at the pale eyed detective.
They walked for maybe a block before Sherlock jumped at the feel of Ciaran's hand that had somehow entwined with his.
He looked over at Ciaran to find the small Irishman looking forward with a slight blush staining his cheeks.
Ciaran walked Sherlock home and blushed when he dropped him off at the door. "Talk to you later?" He asked then tilted up on his toes to skim his lips over the man's cheek. "I'll see you around Sherlock."
The next morning Sherlock found himself sitting in his chair staring off into space. He didn't know what to make of his date last night. Ciaran had been arrested during dinner and instead of breaking the date off there (like a normal person would) he suggested another try at dinner. Then he held his hand and kissed his cheek. Did that mean he liked the date? If he did, would he want to go out again? Sherlock didn't mind if he did but he had no way of knowing what Ciaran thought.
People were confusing.
Two days later Sherlock phone rang while he was on a crime scene and, not thinking, answered it.
"Oh good I have the right number haha, Its Ciaran."
Sherlock jolted up making Anderson flinch. Covering the mouth piece with one hand he nodded towards Lestrade. "Excuse me I have to take this." he said and walked out the door while the Detective Inspector cursed.
"Hi Ciaran."
"Hi Sherlock."
"What can I do for you?"
"Many things probably but I called to see if you wanted to go out again..."
Sherlock stared off into space as his mind whirled.
"If you don't want too..."
"No no I do want to go out again... When would you like to go...out?"
Ciaran laughed on the other end of the phone.
"How about this Friday? I promise to behave if you promise not to do an impromptu stake out. Haha."
"Alright, shall I meet you somewhere or do you just want to meet at my flat again?"
"Your flat is fine with me, Hey if you don't feel like going out we can do dinner and a movie on your sofa if you want."
"That sounds...What the hell are you doing? Go away." Sherlock snapped as Donovan tried to scoot over to eavesdrop on his conversation and with a huff flounced off.
"Let me try that again, that sounds nice. What dinner would you like?"
"No idea, I can cook something if you want."
Sherlock stopped and thought about the state of the kitchen and all the experiments he had going.
"Or we could order in if you want."
"That would probably be best as I have a lot of experiments going on in the kitchen...So Friday then?"
"What time should I be there?"
"Doesn't matter as long as you come over."
"Alright then, Friday it is."
If anyone had looked into 221b Baker Street come Friday they would have noticed something very odd going on. Then again there is ALWAYS someone watching.
They would have seen Sherlock running around his flat, in a suit, cleaning everything he could. Which was very suspicious behavior.
"Sherlock...what ARE you doing?" Mycroft asked from the doorway making him jolt. "Cleaning, surely you have heard of it?"
Sherlock's response set off warning bells in Mycroft's head. Sherlock did not clean. Not for company and surely not just for the hell of it. "Why are you cleaning?"
"I'm getting ready for company. Now please leave he will be here soon with some boring movie no doubt."
"Movie?"
"Yes we are having dinner and a movie. Now will you please leave?"
"Are you trying to tell me that you are having a night in with...a friend?"
Sherlock thought for a moment. He had forgotten that Mycroft was no longer the easy going teenager that Sherlock had been used to. Now he needed to know EVERYTHING that went on in Sherlock's life and had a nasty habit of getting rid of 'undesirable' people.
"It's an experiment. I'm trying to see if someone will willingly tell another person anything because they had gotten to know them. Now please leave you will interfere with the results."
Mycroft sighed at his brothers tone. He had hoped, for once, that Sherlock had made a friend. He thought he had with that man he was seen with last Friday as they had gone to dinner twice (in one evening).
"Alright dear brother, just remember that people don't like being lied to."
After an hour of waiting and worrying about if everything was put away, the doorbell finally rang.
"I'LL GET IT!" He shouted down at his landlady and sprinted down the stairs and opened the door to find a surprised Ciaran standing on the other side. "Hi."
"Hello."
"May I come in? I sware I'm only trying to sell you some encyclopedias." Ciaran joked making him chuckle. Sherlock moved aside letting the man in and taking note of his clothing.
He was dressed in large black pants that had chains wrapped around the waist to dangle around his hips. He had on a black long sleeve shirt with strange writing over the fabric and a short sleeve shirt on over that with a picture of a strange pink teddy bear on it with a mow hawk and piercings. His hair was still the same though, short in the back, long in the front and as black as midnight. Then he noticed the small blue stuffed duck hanging from one of the chains.
"I have to ask about the duck." Sherlock queried as he followed his date up to his flat.
Ciaran turned around and gave Sherlock a sly smile. "Oh that's Mr. Kitty he protects me from rabid squirrels."
Sherlock just nodded and followed the strange person up the stairs. At least he wasn't boring.
Turns out that Ciaran doesn't like action films and they watched a documentary called Life in the Undergrowth. Semi-useless information but fascinating in any case. "I adored the large red and black Millipedes. I want one!" Ciaran exclaimed as they switched disks. "I want the bat eating centipede." Sherlock remarked wondering what kind of venom it had and how potent it was.
"True those are cool too but then you'd have to keep catching bats to feed the damn thing." Ciaran laughed making Sherlock grin. "True, but think about the venom it has..." he responded making Ciaran laugh.
"Alright you have a point...But now I think it's time for a break and I'm hungry anyways. What do you want to order?"
"Curry?"
"I can do curry."
After the curry had been eaten they sat down to watch the second disk of the documentary.
Ciaran smiled as he felt Sherlock scooting closer to him, ever so slightly. So he leaned over and pressed himself against Sherlock's side, drawing an arm around his shoulders. "That's better, do you mind?"
Sherlock blushed and clutched at him. "No I don't mind at all."
Ciaran left soon afterwards, leaving Sherlock with a small kiss to his cheek. This confused the detective more than anything he's ever encountered. Then again, human interaction generally did.
Hello It's me the author of this drabble, as you can tell I'm having a bit of trouble with this fiction…I sort of have a plan but have no idea how to get to it 0_o so it might take a while for the next chapter…. And stupid me forgot to post chapter six...which is why you are getting two chapters today... (three if you count Accidental Daddy)
Also 'Life in The Undergrowth' Is actually a documentary and it's AWESOME! It has spiders, giant millipedes, and there is actually a centipede that eats bats 0_o it's a foot long...creepy
Love you all for reading this!
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