Sherlock sat on her couch waiting till she got into the shower to begin his snooping.

"Hey, there's tea stuff and all that in one of cupboards in the kitchen. Go ahead and help yourself." Sherlock didn't bother to acknowledge her statement. He didn't make his own tea and he deduced she wasn't a fan either.

As soon as he heard the water start, he was off like a hound dog. He decided to start with the boxes closest to the bedroom. They weren't taped shut so he went along and opened them without any problems. So far, so good. That is until he looked inside. On top of all the goods he found a paper that had been scribbled on. Mr. Holmes, I wouldn't bother, with this one, it doesn't have anything too interesting. Cold! Sherlock scoffed she was obviously trying to throw him off. He ignored the note and went through the box anyway. There was nothing of significance. He moved on to the next box, again a note but this simply read 'warm' Sherlock huffed. What was her game now?

The next couple boxes just said 'warmer' Sherlock continued to disregard the notes and rifle through each box anyway. He came around to one that sat by the window, opened it and read 'HOT' as his excitement grew, he heard her speak.

"Took you long enough to get to the good stuff. I'm guessing you didn't heed my hints?" Alexus' voice broke through the quiet.

Sherlock ignored her and went to the kitchen to make tea. He briefly wondered how long she'd been watching him. Shuffling through her cupboards he tried to find her 'tea stuff' as she had so elegantly put it.

Alexus watched Sherlock making a mess of her kitchen, muttering something about bloody Americans under his breath. The shower had helped or rather, the time had. Alexus felt much more composed now than she had thirty minutes ago. She had refocused and was, once again, ready to face the world.

"Listen Sherlock I'm really sorry and incredibly embarrassed about earlier. It wasn't your fault. That one was all on me." Sherlock opened his mouth to say something. "I know you have questions but this is not something I want to discuss so I'd really appreciate it if you could respect that and keep them to yourself."

Sherlock looked at her and knew this subject had just been shut. He was desperately curious as to what happened but for some reason the look of resignation on her face stopped him. It was like she was expecting him to disregard her request and plow on forward, which is exactly what he had planned on doing. Yet for some reason he wanted to prove he could respect someone enough to stay silent. He wanted her to know he could do that. It bothered Sherlock that he found it important but it couldn't be helped.

Alexus gathered her supplies and began to make her hot coco. Between a hot shower and coco she should be as good as new. She smiled as she remembered the first time Garcia had made it for her. She was dead set against the vile drink. But Penelope being…well Penelope had insisted and made her the best cup she'd ever had.

"When did you stop drinking coffee?" Sherlock's voice broke through her reverie.

"I never really drank coffee. I despise the smell and it actually makes me drowsy…my best friend back home turned me onto hot coco. I never liked that either until she showed me how to make it." Sherlock watched her go about making it very methodically. When she was done she poured two mugs and handed one to him.

"There are two reasons I am declining your offer Miss King. One, I'm English and tend to drink like one. Two, I am an adult."

"You wound me." Alexus replied teasingly. "Seriously though, try it."

"Fine, give it here." Sherlock took a sip. It was surprisingly delicious. His mum used to make him hot coco whenever it was cold out, but it tasted nothing like this. He was going to deny any fondness for the drink but quickly bit his tongue. He knew if he did, she'd more than likely take it from him and he suddenly found himself very attached. "It passes."

"Of course it does. Now give it back, we wouldn't want ruin your reputation by being caught drinking a child's drink." Alexus reached for the mug to which Sherlock held it up out of her reach. "Now if I didn't know any better I'd think it did more than 'pass'. Hmm?" She smiled knowingly.

"Yes fine! It's surprisingly better than any alternative hot drink I've tasted. Congratulations…"

Alexus beamed.

"Paperwork then?"

"Paperwork…"

Sherlock and Alexus worked to get everything done. Sherlock losing his patience on more than one occasion and Alexus doing the same. Alexus remarking on the absurdity of having to fill out a billion forms (at which point Sherlock rolled his eyes at her exaggeration) to carry a weapon yet not having to pass any actually tests to prove you could even handle one. Things were going fantastically as they seemed to have found a balance in which to coexist.

Two hours later Alexus' phone rang, much to Sherlock's chagrin.

"Hey toots I know it's rude but it's Hotch I have to take this. I'll be back." With that Alexus got off the floor and headed into the kitchen. "Hey Hotch!" Alexus' voice faded into the background as Sherlock retreated to his thoughts.

Everything was going perfectly Alexus was starting to trust him and he was learning more about her. He already knew she had some sort of weak spot, if he could get her to confide in him he'd have the perfect weapon to take her down.

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You didn't think Sherlock was genuine did you? Nope! He's not that easy to crack. Mycroft is one of my favorite characters so I can't wait to introduce him into the story! Soon! Please review it's always nice to get some kind of response. Cheers!