As promised by Mycroft the all the files on Andrew Balaqua arrived in Erin and Sherlock's apartment at exactly fifty nine minutes after Erin had called. Several men in black suits walked through the apartment, each carrying a box full of files detailing everything the government knew about Andrew Balaqua and some files that the government definitely didn't need to know about one of it's official. Erin had been shocked at the amount of files and boxes that now adorned her living room, she had been having a shower and had walked out to several men in her apartment, she had blushed a deep red and ducked back into her bathroom. Silently she cursed herself for not bringing her clothes into the bathroom with her, pressing her ear to the door she heard the door slam and counted to ten before emerging from the bathroom.
The first place she went to was the living room, she let out a low whistle at the sight of at least ten cardboard boxes plonked down in her flat. Sherlock had been taking files out of the box that had been placed on his chair and looked up at the noise, he did a double take when he saw he wet and in just a towel, unnoticed by Erin his eyes lingered on her frame for just a second too long. "This is a lot of files," she curled her lip in disgust at the thought that she would have to read through all of these for the case, she stopped next to Sherlock and looked in the box he had been sorting through. His height 'advantage' meant that he could see just slightly down her towel, nothing invasive- just the top of her cleavage but he immediately averted his eyes and tried to look anywhere but his roommate. He was internally chastising himself, why had he even been looking? He never usually noticed that, and it wasn't the first time Erin had showered in their apartment.
"This could take a few days to sort through," Sherlock grumbled to himself, he knew that Mycroft had sent him all of these files just to annoy him and that over half of these files would be irrelevant to the case. Sometimes, all the time, he hated his brother. "I'll get changed then help you with all of this," Erin gestured wildly to the many boxes before leaving the room with a smile in Sherlock's direction. Sherlock relaxed when she left the room, he didn't understand what was going on with him. He put it down to the fact that he was actually eating.
Once in the safety of her bedroom Erin let out a breath that she hadn't even realised she had been holding, catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror she walked towards it. Her hair was frizzy and beginning to curl after her shower and her cheeks were flushed a deep red, she suppressed a groan at the sight of herself. No wonder she never had a boyfriend if she looked like this, never mind getting the attention of sociopath Sherlock Holmes.
Quickly she got changed into some loose jeans and an oversized jumper, flicking on the kettle on the way back to the living room she noticed that one particularly large box had been dumped on her chair. She stood in front of her chair, hands on hips, and glared at the box as if it would move away from her death glare. Sherlock gave an amused chuckle, he had started to flick through a file and was watching her, "Problem?"
"Yes. This box is immune to the power of my death glare," Erin deadpanned, Sherlock was about to chuckle again before she trained her gaze on him and he promptly stopped with an awkward cough. She raised one brow in a 'That's what I thought,' gesture and swivelled round back to the box. With an almighty huff of annoyance she heaved the box up, she had no idea how those men seemed to be unaffected by the weight and dropped it on the floor, "Ugh, I think I broke my back," she groaned as she stood up and rubbed her lower back. "Don't we ridiculous, Erin, if you had broken your back you wouldn't be standing right now," Sherlock replied seriously.
Sighing, Erin picked up one large, overflowing file from the box and flopped down her chair cross legged and began the torturingly slow process of beginning to read through all the files. After countless hours of reading and copious amounts of tea they had sorted through a third of the box. "That's it," Erin exclaimed interrupting the bored silence they had fallen into, "I am sick to death of reading about some rich O.A.P, I am going to bed," she threw her arms up in exasperation and left for her room
Sherlock watched her leave and his heart rate began to finally calm, he had no idea why when he was in the same room as Erin he found it hard to concentrate and it felt like his body was betraying him. After almost ten minutes of consideration he decided he must we coming down with a virus and it was the extra heat from another person in the room that was causing him to go weird.
A/N- Okay I am super duper sorry, I began writing this at the beginning of September and I spent an entire lesson at school filling a page to the brim with ideas and plot points but when I got home I just had extreme writers block and it physically hurt to think about writing idk. Then I was gonna finish it off but it just got left and the other day I realised that it had been two months since I updated and right now I literally cannot write anymore on this chapter so I thought it was only fair that I post it. I'm sorry it's really short and really crap I just can't seem to write anything lately. I think the best way to proceed is to do smaller chapters and that way I can get them out more frequently, I am so sorry but thank you for all of your continued support. Really, really, really sorry and feel free to tell me how shit I am in the comments.
A/N- Also, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!, Enjoy this hideous chapter!
Disclaimer- I lost the file I c&p my disclaimer from so...Erin and other OC's belong to me, I do not own Sherlock those rights are for the guys up at BBC and whoever else has rights.