Are you in love with a notion?

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The university was decorated to the nine's with fairy lights and festive stuff, giving it a much more warm vibe. Ramona hated to admit it, but she adored christmas. She still felt like a little girl at this time, and had never lost the sense of wonder accompanied with it. The trio walked out of the hallways after classes into the completely white london street. Ramona pulled out a wooly scarf and blew out air, making steam in the cold air. Hannah had left for switzerland yesterday, so she was going christmas shopping with Ellie and Amber, the giddy pair kept her interested in the shops.

"Ooh, look at these!" Amber gestures for them to come and look at a pair of very high black high heels. Ramona felt fear strike into her. She had about a 78.3% of falling and snapping her neck in those. She shuddered.

"They're bloody dangerous, that's what those are." The pair laugh as Ramona searched more of the shop. What could you get for Sherlock Holmes? She had presents for everyone, For Hannah she'd gotten a pandora bracelet with a charm, a jumper for John, a couple of books and some cute little house plants. But what to get for the man who despises just about everything? What to get that wouldn't make him scoff, roll his eyes or laugh? Maybe I should murder someone and give him a case to solve. Oh, Cluedo! Wait, oh my god no. She smiled at the thought of him playing Cluedo. A Tie? He doesn't wear ties Idiot. It's the one thing he doesn't wear.

"I don't have a clue what to get for Sherlock." She said absent mindedly, thinking the two girls were behind her. But someone else was.

"Is that a compliment, or an insult?" A deep voice says from behind her, giving her goosebumps on the back of her neck. She turned around quickly.

"Oh, Hello. Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"i'm... Christmas shopping." He said, as if it was murder. Ramona raised her eyebrow. The thought amused her. "What?"

"It's just, I can't really Imagine you giving anyone any presents, no offence or anything, but I thought John would have to put 'From John and Sherlock' On all of them." She smiled at the thought. Sherlocks brow creased.

"We're not a couple, you know." Ramona smirked. "We're not!"

"Yeah okay, whatever you say." She nods sarcastically and turns to look at christmas cards.

"I hate all of this, the lights, the music..." Sherlock shudders.

"That's the spirit! You're basically saint Nick himself!" She was in a very joking mood today.

"So, what are you going to get me?" Sherlock smiled. She turned to look at vases.

She sniffed indifferently. "Well, I was thinking, maybe commit a bit of homicide, give you a lovely case." She smiled and walked through the shop, Sherlock following beside her.

"How thoughtful of you." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Seriously though, what do I get the man who hates just about everything?"

He shrugs. "Well that's helpful." He smirks as she sighs. Her eyes suddenly widen as she hears giggling approaching them. "Play nice, please." Sherlock winks at her.

"Hello you two!" Says Ellie. Ramona opens her mouth to speak but Sherlock buts in, smiling.

"Hello, I'm Sherlock. I don't think we've met."

Amber giggles. "I'm Amber, and this is Ellie."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both." He smiles at the two girls who are visibly fighting the urge to swoon, while Ramona fights the urge to laugh. This is so unlike Sherlock, he honestly should of become an actor, well, he certainly has the looks for it... Shut up! Was she day dreaming about Sherlock Holmes now? She shook her head to try and get a grip of herself.

"Ramona was just having trouble buying for me, can you ladies think of any suggestions?" He asks coyly. The girls look at each other in thought.

"Hmm, maybe clothes of some sort..." Ellie drifts off into thought.

"I was thinking more like boxers." Amber winks at the detective who smirks back. Oh my god... Is she, is he, ARE THEY FLIRTING? Amber and... SHERLOCK? what the actual fuck this is hilarious. Ramona turns away to look at the christmas cards again, holding her nose to stop herself from bursting out laughing. The girls drifted off, saying goodbye to the two and leaving. Once they were at a safe distance Ramona burst out into guffaws.

"Oh my god Sherlock, that was... You, flirting, that was something else entirely." SHe starts giggling again.

He grins. "You did say to play nicely in all fairness."

"I have a feeling they won't be able to stop going on about you now. I'm going to have to put up with that." She smies and shakes her head. "I always knew you were a boxer kind of guy." She smiles jokingly. After about five minutes of wandering around the shop with him she was even more stuck then before.

"What if I got you... Bloody hell Sherlock can I just give you money?"

"That's a bit impersonal, don't you think?"

She sighs, exasperated. "I- I can't really get you clothes when your coat alone costs around a grand!"

He smiles. "At least you can recognize a good coat when you see one."

"Whatever, I'll surprise you I guess." She smiles and picks up a cute flatcap and puts it on Sherlock. "The real question is; What are you getting me?"

He tries to scowl at the hat and fails, smiling instead. "I don't know, what do women like?" Something twisted in her gut when Sherlock made a connection between her and women, as she had always associated herself as a girl. Maybe that time had passed for her.

"Oh," She puts her hand to her hand melodramatically and sarcastically. "Why kittens and rainbows and the prettiest diamonds and prettier boys!" She puts the back of her hand to her forehead and pretends to swoon sarcastically. Sherlock grins once again at the woman. A text alert on Ramona's phone goes off. She takes it out of her pocket and frowns.

1 Message from toby

Hey! Want to go for coffee? I'm in town :)

She pouts a little. Sherlock glares at the phone and audibly growls. She frowns up at him.

"What?"

"I've already told you. I dislike that boy." Funny how for him I'm a woman and he's a boy.

"Well, It does look like I'm done shopping and you need to get on with it..."

Sherlock pouts to himself before putting a stern look on his face. "I need a womans opinion. Statistically they're much better buying gifts than Men-"

"You'll be fine Sherlock. Just, no socks. Don't buy anyone socks unless they state a need for them." The detective sighs and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Fine, go. But for the record I do not approve of that relationship."

"I didn't realise you were my dad."

"Well, considering the age gap, I could be seen as a father figure-"

"I hate age gaps, stop talking about them. Also, you're in no way close to a father figure." She texted Toby back.

Yeah alright, meet you at Nero?

The reply was instant.

Great :)

The detective was peering at her screen, reading her texts backwards.

"Oi! Don't be nosy, thanks."

He frowns sarcastically. "That's literally my job, though." He smiled at the woman.

"Right, I'm off Sherlock. Have a good time shopping. I'll get you something good, I promise." She winked at him. "Goodbye detective." She walked off into the street, buttoning up her coat and carrying a shopping bag in each hand. Sherlock watched her leave and felt a strange sinking feeling as he did. The detective decided he didn't like the sight of her leaving, and would make more of an effort to stop that from happening in the future.

Walking down the bustling london shopping street, carollers and freezing buskers on every corner. She absent mindedly walked past a music shop, before doing a double take to look at it. Perfect.

Christmas came quickly, and after meeting with her university friends in the day, She headed back home to get changed into a simple black dress with mesh inserts. It covered all of her chest and her shoulders. She slipped on a pair of black high heels, put all of the presents in a bag and made her way down to the flat downstairs, noticing the sign that read "Come straight in" and followed the instructions.

As she walked in, She realised how warm the flat felt. Fairy lights were all around the place, and a lovely tree had been put up. All Johns work, Ramona decided. Sherlock's playing 'we wish you a merry christmas' on his violin, John's in an adorably christmas jumper, his arm wound around a woman Ramona could only assume is his girlfriend, and a man is stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Mrs Hudson is sitting in Sherlocks chair, as he finishes the song with a flourish. Everyone claps as Ramona stands a little awkwardly in the doorway.

"Oooh, wonderful Sherlock. I do wish you'd have worn the antlers, though." She was obviously a bit intoxicated, as she laughed. Ramona smiled at the woman. It suddenly occurs to Ramona that everyone's looking at her.

She smiled awkwardly. "Hello everyone. I don't think I've met you two." She gestures to the man and woman. She notices the men in the room are gawking just a bit, and feels very uncomfortable. Sherlock obviously notices too, as he comes to stand inbetween her and them, breaking their gaze.

"Yes, this is James Lestrade." He gestures to the man.

"Not my name, Sherlock! It's Greg." He smiles at the girl.

"And this is Sarah." The woman looks visibly deflated at this.

"I told you, he's just rubbish at names." John smiles at the woman as she folds her arms.

Everyone starts talking amongst themselves again as Ramona decides to talk more to the lestrade man. "So what do you do, Greg?"

"I'm the DI at scotland yard, that's how I know Sherlock and John."

Ramonas eyes light up at this. "Must be interesting, seeing him work."

"More annoying then interesting most of the time." They share a laugh as the door opens again to reveal the woman she saw in the lab with Sherlock. She recalls her name was Molly.

"Oh dear lord." Muttered Sherlock to Ramona. She looked at him, confused.

"Hello everyone!" John walks over to greet her.

Everybody greets her cheerfully as Sherlock rolls his eyes. She looks at him nervously as she takes off her scarf and coat to reveal a very revealing dress.

John goes to take her coat. "Let me, er ... holy Mary!"

"Wow!" Exclaims Greg in appreciation. Ramona went to sit down at the table with Sherlock.

"We having Christmas drinkies then?" asks the woman. It was clear that she in love with Sherlock. Ramona felt a pang of sympathy for her, as she was obviously trying to get his attention with that dress, and the present at the top of the pile, much better presented than the others, and probably for him. Ramona cringed internally, feeling her pain.

"No stopping them, apparently." Muttered Sherlock. Ramona kicked him in the shin under the table, giving him a stern look.

Mrs Hudson answers cheerfully. "It's the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to me, so it's almost worth it!" Lestrade offers Molly a drink which she accepts. She giggles nervously and her eyes fix on Sherlock who's typing away at John's laptop.

John leans into the laptop, and Sherlock starts to talk to him. "The counter on your blog: still says one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five".

John pulls a mock angry face. "Ooh, no! Christmas is cancelled!"

Sherlock points to the side bar which has one of the press pictures of him in his deerstalker "And you've got a photograph of me wearing that hat!" Ramona's brow furrows as she turns the laptop slightly so she can see.

"I'll have to take a look at this tonight. Loving the hat, by the way." She smiles at John and Sherlock scowls.

"See? People like the hat."

"No they don't. What people?"

John walks away as Sherlock and Ramona continue to look at the laptop, Ramona giggling at the photo of Sherlock, at first making him scowl, until it turned into a grin. Molly watched jealously, Ramona noticing and stopping, giving it away to Sherlock that she was aware of Molly's infatuation with him. He sighed at Ramona. Molly turns to Mrs Hudson.

"How's the hip?" She asks.

"Ooh, it's atrocious, but thanks for asking."

"I've seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems." Silence falls in the flat as Molly stands there awkwardly. Ramona decides to laugh. Molly smiles at her thankfully, as Sherlock looks at her dissaprovingly.

"Don't make jokes, Molly." Molly looks visibly deflated.

"I will kick you in the shins every time you're mean to that sweet girl." Hissed Ramona. Sherlock rolls his eyes.

Molly turns to John. "I hear you're off to your sister's, is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Sherlock was complaining." He raises his eyes brow indignantly.

"... saying." She corrects herself.

"First time ever, she's cleaned up her act. She's off the booze." John said cheerfully.

"Nope." Corrected Sherlock, not looking up from his laptop.

"Shut up, Sherlock." Ramona and John said in unison.

"I see you've got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you're serious about him."

"Sorry, what?" Asks Molly innocently.

"In fact, you're seeing him this very night and giving him a gift."

"Take a day off." Says John quietly and exasperatedly.

Lestrade puts down a drink onto the table and slides it to Sherlock. "Shut up and have a drink."

"Oh, come on. Surely you've all seen the present at the top of the bag – perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others are slapdash at best." Ramonas eyes widen in horror. He stands up and walks towards Molly, looking at the other presents which aren't as carefully wrapped. Ramona stands up and grabs his arm, giving him a warning look before letting go. He ignored her.

"It's for someone special, then."

"Sherlock..." Ramonas voice drifted off. He picks up the well-wrapped present.

"The shade of red echoes her lipstick – either an unconscious association or one that she's deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has lurrrve on her mind. The fact that she's serious about him is clear from the fact she's giving him a gift at all." John looks to Molly anxiously as she squirms in front of Sherlock. "That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she's seeing him tonight is evident from her make-up and what she's wearing."

"Sherlock, stop!" Ramona shouted at Sherlock as he picks up the gift. She walked over and took the present from him, not having to read the tag to have to know who it was for. Ramona handed the present back to her, before whispering to her.

"He doesn't deserve whatever you've gotten him." She winks at Molly and goes to sit back at the table. It was fair to say she was furious with Sherlock, more angry than when he had had a go at her. To do that to Molly was plain evil. Sherlock swallowed and said sorry to Molly, returning back to his seat. People started talking again after five seconds.

"I can't bloody believe you Sherlock, you knew who that was for, didn't you?" She fumed, and crossed her arms and legs.

"What?"

"It- That was for you, Sherlock!" The detectives eyes widen in shock and he cringes at himself. Her brows furrow at his surprise. "I never took you for modest."

"I- I'm not."

"Thank god I stopped you. How embarrasing it would of been for the both of you." She paused. "Why do you use her like that?"

"I have to get into the morgue somehow." Ramona shakes her head.

"Please try to be nicer to her. It's not fair for her. She's obviously has a massive chemical defect for you, Sherlock, as you would put it." Sherlock smiled sadly at the girl. Ramona looks around, realising something. She walks to the mantelpiece, and there was a red present there that seemed out of place. She looked for the tag, and it read "detectives". Ramona gasps as she realises the contents of the box, and silence falls on the flat, all eyes on her. She closes her eyes sadly for two seconds, and then paces to the Sherlocks bedroom, calling Sherlock to follow her. Molly watches desperately. She sits on the edge of his bed, helplessly. Sherlock enters and closes the door behind him, confused.

"Call Mycroft" She says under her breath to Sherlock.

"Why?" he asks, confused.

"Because... They're going to find Irene Adler tonight."

"What?"

They- they're going to find her dead." Sherlocks face falls. Ramona takes out the camera phone shakily, and grimaces at Sherlock. He unexpectedly pulls her up into a hug, confusing the girl, but she didn't complain, just squeezed her eyes shut and tried to get the image of Irene's dead body out of her head.

This was a really quick update

hugs are very cute especially from people who supposedly hate them

molly is cuter though

Hope you liked it!