"Do I not have a say in this?" Evanna laughed, trailing behind.

"You'll love it. I've wanted to take you on a case for a while now."

"I'm almost excited now."

"You should be. I am too to be honest." Sherlock turned around and grinned. "And I can't wait to show you off to everyone."

"Oh fuck no!" She suddenly became worried. "Will I have time to fix my hair?"

"You look fine."

"No I don't."

"Keep the hat on if you're worried."

"I can't keep the hat on, I look like an eleven year old going through a skater phase."

"You look cute."

"Stop it. Shit, what do I wear? What do I even do?"

"Just be yourself."

"That's a stupid idea, no one will like that."

"I like it."

She sighed deeply and with an apathy to argue, followed him back to her flat. Evanna unlocked the door and Sherlock darted inside. He rushed to the bedroom and pulled out a backpack from her wardrobe, indicating she should start packing.

"What do I need?" She ran her hand through her fringe. "I don't have any, uh, weaponry..."

"I wasn't expecting you to. No, you're staying the night so take everything you'll need. And clothes for tomorrow."

"So I'm staying overnight?"

"Yes, that's what I said. You can sleep in my bed."

"Um, okay. Should I get changed? I feel a bit scruffy."

"You should wear..."

He opened up her wardrobe and picked out a thick jumper, which was a deep royal blue. Also to her advantage it was at least two sizes too big and she planned to pull the sleeves over her hands.

"...this." He threw it over to her and she caught it, in disbelief that she'd actually caught it; it brought back strange memories of playing netball at college. "With your combat boots. And put your hair in a fishtail plait. I like it when you do that."

She laughed. "You can tell who wears the trousers in this relationship."

"Trousers... ah, yes, keep those ones on. Those jeans. They look nice on you."

"Thanks? I feel like I'm going to be judged."

"You probably will."

"Thanks for the reassurance."

"You're welcome. Wait... sarcasm?"

"Sarcasm. Oh my God, what do I do with my makeup? My perfume? Should I brush my teeth or something?"

"You're overreacting. You look fine. You smell nice too, you always do."

"Sherlock this is getting a little creepy."

"Get changed and I'll pack your bag."

"Fine..."

As usual she obeyed, and in under ten minutes they were both sitting in the back of a cab going to Baker Street. Evanna watched the city roll past and her heart started thudding with excitement. She was nervous, she didn't really know what was going on but something made her trust Sherlock. He was excited too, Evanna knew he got off on all of this. And if he was happy so was she. And vice versa.

They ran inside and up to Sherlock's room, where they dumped the bag. John was apparently waiting for them at St. Barts. They climbed back into the cab and got there, and Evanna tried her best to keep up with Sherlock as he rushed around. She didn't want to seem like she was trailing after him like some fangirl, or that she was being annoying. She already felt like she was agitating him.

He swung the door open and they entered a lab. John was there waiting, and a woman Evanna identified as Molly Hooper was tidying something up. Her hair was tied back and her lab coat looked clean. John looked at Sherlock.

"You took your time."

"Sorry," Evanna bit her lip. "That might have been my fault."

"It's fine." He smiled and looked at Sherlock. "So she's with us then?"

"Yes, I need to discuss something though." Sherlock looked at Evanna. "Stay here and don't touch or break anything. We won't be long." He kissed her gently on the cheek. "And be nice to Molly, she's on her period."

Molly looked up. "How... how did you-"

The door shut. She pursed her lips nervously and Evanna tried to hide her smirk.

"It's a bit frustrating when he does that."

"Yeah... you get used to it."

"I know." Evanna looked down. Holy shit what if this turns into some war about who knows him better. What do I do. How do I even talk to her. "It's almost supernatural isn't it? The way he is. He never fails to surprise me."

"He does that."

"Yeah... I like your hair."

"...what?"

"I like it. It's a nice colour, it's looks nice. The way you've done it."

"Really?" She blushed and nervously ran her hands through her ponytail. "It's... I just tied it back."

"You're lucky you can do that. I've got layers poking out everywhere." She smoothed out her plait. "My hair's a pain. I wish I had hair like yours."

This is the woman who's very likely to have had a teenage girl-esque crush on my boyfriend for as long as she's known him and I'm talking to her about hair. Okay.

"I like your hair. It's a nice colour."

"It's annoying to touch up. Believe it or not I actually had really light lilac hair as a teenager. That got very frustrating." Evanna sighed and looked at Molly honestly. "Here we are discussing hair. I don't really think we have a reason for it to be this awkward."

"We..." She stumbled on her words and looked up nervously. "we don't really."

"You seem really lovely, and you're his friend."

"Thank you... I-I don't think he considers me as a friend."

"I think he does. Still. We should get along. We already have one thing in common."

Once Molly decoded what she'd just said they both burst out laughing. It wasn't even an awkward laugh following a quite bad and maybe too personal joke, it was a relieving one. Silence fell as the both smiled thinly and looked at the floor.

"I saw your blog." Evanna confessed and her eyes shot up to meet her's.

"Oh... I-I-"

"I liked the cats." She grinned. "I thought you seemed really nice. I have a cat too, you know."

"Nice."

"Big ginger fluffball. He's called Barney. Toby... Toby looked nice."

"Thanks."

"You have good taste in cats."

Molly giggled nervously. "Thank you." She remember the posts on her blog and their content, and who Evanna was to Sherlock and that made her knees almost give in. "Look, the things about him-"

"-it's fine. Really. Fine."

"No, I mean, I really am... I'm past that now. I have to be. I'm happy for you two, and I don't mean that how people usually do. I really am."

"Thanks."

"I can always tell when you text him. He gets all smiley and refuses to speak about it... it's good for him. You're good for him."

"Thanks. I'm glad... you seem like a good person. You're the kind of girl I wish I could be like. You're really strong and independent, you get... or you got all different around him though. I understand it. I used to have a friend like you, she'd been through a lot and some said she was a pushover but she really wasn't. She was selective about what she did, she was strong and she was still lovely."

"You're like that too though. I mean... you seem like it. From my assumptions... not that I have a prejudice, or-"

"-it's fine. No, I mean... I'm not like that at all."

"From what I can see about you you're nice, you're a bit awkward but the right amount so you're not overly cocky and you know the right things to say. And you've been through a lot too... I can tell."

"You're one of those people who can tell things. The other kind of genius."

"I'm not a genius of any kind."

"But you are. You observe things, you see things in people others can't. You see the hidden parts in people. You know a fake smile."

"But I- how do you..."

"Takes one to know one." She grinned and held out her hand. "High five for both being able to deduce the man who deduces everyone else?"

Molly grinned and quickly slapped her palm against hers. They laughed at each other until the door swung open and Sherlock stepped inside.

"Ah, speak of the devil." Evanna chimed.

Sherlock looked backwards and forwards between them. "You've been talking."

"Yep," Molly nodded. "We got along well."

"That's odd. Evanna, you're coming with me."

"Oh okay. This man claims I'm coming with him, I'll see you around then Molly."

"It was very nice meeting you."

"You too!"

Sherlock took her arm and pulled her out with him. John was nowhere to be seen and the hospital was almost eerie now.

"I'm surprised you got along." He confessed. "I was worried you'd secretly hate her, you're always so good at hiding those things."

"Oh no, I like her. She's cute." Evanna stuck her hands in her pockets. He looked at her, furrowing his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. "Oh come on! Not like that!"

"Hmm."

"Can't you tell all of this anyway?"

"Not with you. You have your ways."

She sighed deeply. "Just because gender's irrelevant to me that doesn't make me bloody Captain Jack Harkness you know."

"...who?"

"You know, Doctor Who?"

"Doctor... what?"

"Oh right, high functioning sociopath... Molly is lovely but no, I did not hit on her and I do not plan to. Why would I?" She started to enjoy being in power, being the mysterious and misleading one. "I have you, the sex on legs genius who actually understands me. Have a bit of trust, hun."

"Sorry. I was just checking."

"But actually, I wasn't thinking of her like that until you suggested it..." She teased. "Yeah, I mean, if she wasn't straight and I didn't have you, I would."

"You would what?" Sherlock cocked his head in confusion and then it clicked. "Oh... you are joking right?"

"Yes! Oh wow. This is fun, I didn't know I was so good at this. I should do this more often."

"Don't you dare."

"Nah, I won't."

"Good. Anyway, you're coming to Scotland Yard with me now. Lestrade knows you're coming."

"Oh okay. Cool."

With that, they made their way there. Evanna was almost starting to get used to all the rushing around. She had no idea what this case even was, until Sherlock explained it all in detail. It was a triple murder which he was worryingly excited about. She didn't understand most of it; not because she wasn't intelligent, because she was. It was mostly because Sherlock was speaking so fast and halfway through she just switched off and watched him.

Sherlock rushed around Scotland Yard with the excuse that Evanna helped him think until there was a point when all they could do was wait. Everyone got tired of Sherlock's boredom and John decided taking Sherlock home was the best choice as apparently, him sleep deprived was something no one could stand.

Whaaaay look who updated! I'm sorry this was bad, I always feel really bad whenever I update because you guys are amazing and deserve more. Like some of you guys are so sweet with your little reviews aw I love you guys. Like really I just sort of go all blushy and stare at the screen like :3 for ages and then my family is like what's up and I just giggle and say "NOTHING" and then go upstairs and bury my face in my pillow and squeal with joy. You guys are lovely and it really motivates me, please keep it up! I'm sorry that this chapter wasn't very good, the next one will have fluffiness and hopefully Evanna will meet Sgt Donovan and Anderson, I'm not sure yet because there's two routes I can take it down but either way there will be fluff and some John and Evanna bonding too. I've got a week off now as well so I PROMISE I won't take as long this time! I'm not going to promise updates every week because that's not fair and I'll break it but I'll make it an aim. *hugs you all* Also, cheers to my bro Elisa for reading this over for me.