AN: I'm going to warn my dear readers now, that this is the point where I start jumping around like crazy! I won't write a whole episode (kind of like I did with "A Study in Pink"), but instead just go with whatever the plot bunnies decided to go with. I hope it doesn't confuse y'all. I chose this chapter title because it reminds me of Jane's many failed dates! Te he! Anyway, I don't own anything and please read and review!
Ch. 8 - "Flowers, Chocolates, Promises You Don't Intend To Keep..."
Sherlock watched Jane leave for her "date" with a Dr. Sam Sawyer that she had met at the A&E she works in, and Sherlock couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy for both Jane's "date" and her work. They kept her away from him when he needed her around! But, no! Jane just had to prove how moral and noble she was by not only assisting him in his work, but pays for her room and board by her own means. Sherlock was surprised at himself; he never "needed" anyone before! He couldn't understand why he needed the short, good natured doctor now. Sherlock quickly pushed these distracting and frustrating thoughts aside to be deleted later, he refused to consider that maybe Jane could be... 'No!,' he rationalized to himself, 'She's just my colleague, barely even a friend. There's no way she could love me nor am I capable of love.' Sherlock had long given up any hope of learning to love, so why should he try now? Sherlock realized that these thoughts were getting him nowhere, so he quickly focused back on the case as he left the manor and hurried to the circus; and if he was secretly glad to interrupt Jane's "date," then no one would be the wiser.
Jane woke up and found that she was tied to a chair in an underground tunnel and that her head really hurt. She glanced around her surroundings and saw Sam tied to a chair next to her with a gag in his mouth, looking at her with worry. "Oh, your awake Dr. Watson. Good, now you can answer my questions," an older Chinese woman wearing a black leather jacket and gloves said as she pointed a gun at Sam. Jane was slightly confused as to why she was here with a Chinese woman pointing a gun at her date, when she remembered and immediately put the blame on a certain exasperating detective, whom she just happened to live with.
It was Sherlock's fault for taking the case in the first place and now she was kidnapped by Chinese gang members with a penchant for writing in code. "Now Dr. Watson, you will tell us where the jade pen is or I'll kill your handsome companion," the woman threatened, bringing Jane out of her thoughts of blaming Sherlock and refocusing her attention on her current situation. "I don't know anything about a jade pen!," Jane retorted angrily, trying to draw the Chinese woman's attention and gun away from Sam and towards herself.
"Oh Dr. Watson, don't play dumb with me," the woman replying, keeping her gun pointed at Sam, "I know you work with Sherlock Holmes. He would have told you all about it. Now, where is it?!," she demanded and cocked her gun, coming closer to Sam.
"Look, I don't know anything about any bloody jade pen!," Jane yelled out, "Why don't you ask that exasperating detective, Sherlock Holmes yourself!"
"Exasperating?," Sherlock's baritone voice suddenly called out, "That's not how you would normally describe me, Jane. How would you normally describe me on that blog of yours, Jane? 'Enigmatic,' I remember as a choice description."
"Late," Jane dryly replied in relief and before she knew it Sherlock had untied her and she found herself fighting alongside Sherlock to escape the crazy Chinese gang. Fighting beside Sherlock suddenly brought back a memory of Sherlock holding her by the shoulders and spinning her around to try and get her to remember the code. Jane quickly fought back the memory and the blush that arose to her cheeks by quickly untying Sam and running away with Sherlock leading the way.
To say Jane was confused by her recent feelings for the genius detective she lived with was putting it mildly. She was sitting in her armchair by fireplace with the Union Jack pillow against her back and her laptop perched on her lap as she tried to blog about the newest case that she was thinking about calling 'The Blind Banker.' Sure Sam was sweet and kind, and probably what she needed to keep herself grounded while living an extraordinary life chasing after Sherlock; but there was something about Sherlock that continually drew her in and made her overly protective of the reckless man. Sherlock was indeed an enigma; one minute he was sweet and almost caring towards Mrs. Hudson, the next he's acting like a petulant child towards Lestrade and Mycroft, and then the next he's showing off his admittedly amazing genius towards herself. True, he was obviously handsome, but his lack of social understanding quickly turned people away. 'And away,' she rationalized to herself, 'Why would he like me? I'm just ordinary there's nothing special about me and he's all together extraordinary. I'm just his colleague.' Jane quickly shoved these confusing thoughts about Sherlock to the back of her mind, quickly reminding herself that "relationships weren't Sherlock's area" and he was "married to his work." Besides, she was more than happy just being the great detective's friend; or so she kept telling herself.
"Soon, my dear Dr. Watson. We will soon meet," the cold-voiced man said as he eyed the numerous photographs that littered his desk, all of them were different pictures of the doctor. He slowly raised his black eyes towards the old Chinese woman, groveling on his floor before him. "You were supposed to take her to me!," he yelled, "You have greatly disappointed me! Mr. Moran, would you please show this disgusting heap of a woman her way out!" He then ignored the gun shot that echoed throughout the room as he straightened his Westwood suit and let his gaze slowly take in the photos of Dr. Jane Watson yet again. "Well, Mr. Moran, we may have been temporarily detoured from finally meeting the dear doctor and great detective; but I have a plan," he said as he pulled out Jennifer Wilson's pink phone. "A plan that will prove to the dear doctor that Sherlock Holmes has no heart and will hopefully win her over to my side, where she truly belongs."
AN2: Well, that's the end of "The Blind Banker." (See I told you that I would skip around and that the episodes will be a lot shorter in chapter terms). Anyway please review!
