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As he watched Jennalie at the coffee shop, he had realized something was different about her today. He looked at her closely, pretending to listen to her. He rests his arms on the table and lean his head close to her.
"You've gained weight," Sherlock uttered as he looks at her carefully, his eyes taking in every detail of her body.
Jennalie coughed up her coffee when she heard Sherlock's statement. She wiped off the stain with her napkin, and narrow her eyes at him, "What?"
His eyebrows furrowed, "You've gained weight. Surely you've noticed."
She glared at him, "Shut up," she uttered as she took a sip of coffee.
"Gained about 5 pounds this month," he stated.
"4 ½, "she protested as she popped a piece of chocolate chip cookie into her mouth.
"You've been eating those a lot lately."
"That's because I love chocolate chip cookies."
Sherlock shook his head, "This isn't like you Jennalie, you've always been cautious about your weight."
"That was four years ago Sherlock, things have changed. I don't even have time to think about those things anymore," she gave him a weak smile and chewed another piece of chocolate chip of cookies. Sherlock still looked at her with disbelief, he felt like she wasn't being honest with him.
Jennalie looks at her watch and groans, "Ugh, got to go back to work."
Sherlock looks at his also and nods, "You'd better go now. "
She got up from her seat and put on her red jacket, "I'll see you later, perhaps."
Sherlock smiled, "Maybe."
She gave him a wide smile and walked out of the coffee shop.
Sherlock looked at her from the window; he had noticed her smile had dropped away quickly and was now looking more nervous, as he if he had just uncovered one of her secrets. He didn't understand what was wrong with her, or why she was being so mysterious towards him.
Sherlock was at home, looking through his microscope, watching the little microbes swim around on the slide.
"You've been seeing her again, haven't you?"
Sherlock looked up and saw Mycroft leaning on his doorframe. He was wearing his best suit, legs crossed, and he had a yellow folder tucked under his right arm.
"It's none of your business," Sherlock muttered as he took some notes about what he saw through his microscope.
Mycroft was now frowning at him. "It is dear brother."
Sherlock got up from his seat and was now facing his older brother as they glared at each other.
"How so?" Sherlock asked, raising a brow.
"Do you know anything she has done during the past 4 years?" Mycroft asked as he flipped through the folder.
"Did some research; she modeled with her mother for a couple years, went to Cambridge, got a doctorate in medicine, and is now a doctor at St. Barts."
"Is that all? Mycroft asked.
"You know something don't you?"
Mycroft gave him a ghostly smile, "You have forgotten about my position," said Mycroft as he slammed the yellow folder on the table.
"What's that?" Sherlock asked.
"Why don't you look at it?" Mycroft gave him a mysterious smile.
Sherlock continued to glare at him; he picked up the yellow folder, and opened it.
"It's Jennalie," Sherlock whispered.
"Correct," Mycroft nodded.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Sherlock asked, looking confused.
"I think it will be best if you knew what she is hiding from you."
Sherlock look through the file there were pictures of Jennalie, one picture caught Sherlock's eyes a picture of Jennalie with a man.
"That's her fiancé, Charles Smith," said Mycroft with pride.
Sherlock couldn't believe what he saw and continue to flip through the file, there were more pictures of her and the man holding hands, kissing, and hugging in public.
"She's pregnant," Mycroft uttered.
Sherlock gazed up and his eyes were wide.
"Don't worry it's not yours, at least I hope not," Mycroft joked with his signature Holmes smile.
Sherlock slammed the folder down on the desk and went to grab his jacket.
"And where do you think you're going?" Mycroft asked.
"You know where I'm going, "said Sherlock as he walked pass him. Mycroft grabbed his brother's bicep, and tugged him back into the flat.
"If I were you I wouldn't bother meeting with her," said Mycroft as he picked up the folder, sliding the photos back into order. "She's been playing with you Sherlock."
Sherlock ignored him and walked out of his flat.
Jennalie looked up at the clock. It was now 8PM. She stretched her arms and cleaned off her desk. When she got up from her chair, she turned around and took off her lab coat. While hanging her lab coat on the hanger she heard the door open slowly, almost theatrically.
"Hello?"
When she turned around to see who had come into her office, she sighed with relief; it was only Sherlock.
"Oh my gosh, you gave me a fright!" she smiled at him, chuckling softly.
When she looked at him closely, she realized he looked different than the last time she saw him, he's eyes were now dark, and his face showed anger.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he yelled.
"About what?" she asked looking confused.
"You're engaged."
She closed her eyes and her head was down, "I thought you would figure it out. Aren't you the great Sherlock Holmes?"
"Still, you should have told me," he raised his voice.
"It's complicated!" she said back forcefully.
"Complicated to tell me you were also pregnant with his child?"
Her eyes went wide, "How do you know all of this?"
"Never mind that! Why didn't you tell me?"
"You wouldn't understand!" she yelled.
"So you think it's fun by playing with my emotions!"
She glared at him, "What about you? Did you know how I felt that night?"
Sherlock was now speechless, he didn't know what to say. He could never fight back whenever she mentions the day he broke her heart, but he still he couldn't forgive her for this.
"So this is your payback? By having me fall in love with you again while you're with another man?"
She bit her lips, for she didn't know how to fight back, "Yes" she whispered.
"What?" Sherlock yelled.
"Like I said it's complicated," she uttered.
Sherlock laughed, "So this is the real you? Jennalie Gray, the girl who play with men's hearts."
"Shut up!" she yelled.
He stopped and went up to her, "Don't even bother seeing me again, "he whispered to her coldly.
Her eyes went wide and her entire body was frozen. Sherlock turned around slowly and was ready to walk out the office.
"I WISH I'D NEVER MET YOU THAT DAY!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME! YOU MACHINE!" she yelled. Her face was now red, tears continued to stream down, and she could feel pain from her stomach, but she ignored that. Sherlock just stood there without looking back, after a couple minutes he slowly walked away as he listened to Jennalie crying, all alone from a distance.
Jennalie was now in her room looking at herself in the mirror, she wanted to smash it into pieces.
Her face was still red from the crying, no matter how many times she washed her face her sadness was still there. She had wished she had never said those things to him, for it was her fault for not telling the truth to him, but he will never understand she thought.
She then heard the door open and wiped her tears with a tissue.
"JENNALIE!" a man yelled for her.
She got up from the chair and greeted him with a smile, "What's wrong?"
"You damn well know what's going on!" Charles yelled as he slammed a couple pictures on the table.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Had a lot of fun, did you while I was away," Charles gave her an evil smile.
"What do you..?" she stuttered, looking at him in confusion.
A sharp pain hit her, leaving a throbbing sensation on her cheek. Her mouth widened as everything clicked into place. She stood there without moving her head; she slowly raised her hand and touched the place where he had hit her.
"You whore!" he yelled, as he gave her a stern look, the rage apparent.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the pictures; they were all pictures of her and Sherlock. She picked up one of the pictures; it was her and Sherlock having a cup of coffee at the coffee shop.
"He's just a friend of mine from back when I went to Oxford," she uttered as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Do you think I'll believe that?" he yelled as he wiped the pictures from the table and they were all now scattered on the floor.
"Charles, please think about the baby!" she pleaded, clutching at her abdomen.
Charles gave a hysterical laugh, "I don't even know the child you're carrying is actually mine!"
She shook her head, "It is Charles, and you just have to believe me!"
Charles shook his head slowly, "I don't think that's going to work babe, someone needs to show you who's boss."
He grabbed her hand and shoved her onto the bed. Her head hit the frame of the bed and she started to feel nauseous.
"Charles, please stop." She pleaded again.
"Shut up you whore!" he yelled and slapped her on the face multiple times to the point black bruises started to appear.
"Charles, stop!" she screamed and tried to cover her face with the pillow.
He then grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. Her head hit the table legs and a lamp fell on the floor beside her and shattered. When Charles was coming towards her, Jennalie backed away slowly then she felt pain from her arms, there were now shards of glass in her arms.
"Charles, the neighbors will hear us!" she argued hoping this will make him stop.
He raised his arms, "Then let the neighbors hear what you did to me."
She curled herself in the ball for she knew he would not stop, she could hear his footsteps coming towards her. She glanced up and saw his feet coming toward her stomach.
Sherlock was now lying on the couch, smoking his 12th cigarette of the night. Mrs. Holmes was looking at him with concern she had never seen her son act this way, not since he broke the engagement with Jennalie, "Sherlock, put that cigarette out. I don't want any ashes on the new couch!" she raised her voice. Sherlock ignored her remark and huffed out some smoke. Mrs. Holmes shook her head with disappointment and was about to go get ready for bed, but the phone started to ring. she looked at the clock and wondered why would anyone would call in the middle of the night. She quickly went to the phone and picked it up.
"Hello?"
At first there was no sound, but she then hears someone breathing on the phone.
"Who is this?" Mrs. Holmes asked hoping it wasn't another prank call.
"Mrs. Holmes… is... Sherlock there?"
Mrs. Holmes eyes went wide when she heard the voice; it was Jennalie's except her voice sound weak and more breathy.
"He's right here, just wait a second dear."
Mrs. Holmes looked at her son, "Sherlock, the phone is for you, and it's Jennalie."
"Tell her I don't wish to talk to her, "said Sherlock as he lazily gazes at the ceiling.
"Sherlock, don't be rude!" Mrs. Holmes yelled at him.
"What does she want? If she wants me to forgive her, tell her to hang up, she's wasting her time," Sherlock barked at her.
"I'm not going to tell that to her! Beside she sounds weak," Mrs. Holmes looked at him with concern.
Sherlock got up the couch quickly and grabbed the phone from his mother, "Jennalie?" he asked.
He then heard a small cry from a distant, "Sherlock?"
"Jennalie, it's me what's wrong?"
She started to cry, Sherlock stood there for a moment waiting patiently for her to answer.
"Please, come help me."