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Chapter Fourteen, A Night Alone and Confessions of the Heart.
"John, I hate people.", he states as he paces the room, John grunts in approval.
As Mara walks up the stairs, she thinks back to this evenings event and how could she be so blind to him and his lady charmer attitude, she smiles weakly and reaches the top of the stair entering the sitting are. Stopping, she looks around at the room, so comfy and safe why didn't she just stay and have tea with John and Sherlock, why did she have to go on that stupid date with Anthony her so called friend. She lets put a sigh and steps into the room walking toward her bedroom, feeling off her dress she shuts the door and proceeds farther into the room letting the dress fall from her form to the floor, cold air colliding with sweat. Mara shivers, but goes to her drawers and pulls out shorts and a tank top along with her jacket, laying them on the bed she sits down with a large sigh she collapse's onto her side snuggling with her pillow. Eyes growing heavy, Mara lets them fall closed and allows herself to be taken into sleep letting every worry wash away, letting her mind feel at peace. A day turned into a horror, friends allowing their friends to harm that one individual and not even trying to help, a shady move for a 'friend'.
"Finally...", John says as he sits into his chair and relaxes into it. Sherlock strides to the couch and flops down onto it, placing his folded hands under his chin letting out a breathe.
"I need a case John", John gives Sherlock a glare.
"Oh don't give me that. All of this human emotion and sentiment is causing my brain to slow down. She needs to learn to be careful, not getting herself into these situations where we have to take up our time and go aid her out. Its tedious.", he closes his eyes and lays there silently while John's eyes widen and moth hangs open.
"Hold on, who was the one that suggested we follow her to make sure she DOESN'T get hurt or taken advantage of. Who left this flat to spy on a private meeting, and dragged me along with him admit it Sherlock you care for Mara but have no idea how to show it! She makes sure we have food in the cabinets, tea in front of us when I cannot make it, the very woman you saved from a psycho and carried her yourself to an ambulance.", John states pointing his finger at Sherlock who listens, eyes opened and his hands now folded across his midsection.
"It was the heat of the moment John, doesn't matter. I am married to my work, she is merely a colleague and a friend just like you, there is no need to treat her differently.", Sherlock glances to John then back up to the ceiling.
"Fine, but at least go check on her Mr. I-Don't-Need-To-Care", Sherlock sits up and looks to John, his attention given fully.
"Fine.", he grumbles and gets up off the couch his long legs caring him up the stairs and to Mara's room. What he fails to mention to John is that he did feel compelled to protect her, a nagging feeling always plagued him whenever she left the flat her looks and figure alone could get her hurt or kidnapped. The night he found out she had been taken his heart stopped, his mind panicked the need to find her was so strong that he couldn't help but given into his emotions, when they found her that night bloody and tarnished jealousy and anger ran through his veins singing to him, wanting him to hurt or even kill that man who had ruined the woman in front of him. His emotions got the best of him, every time they did he told himself to remember that he is married to his work and doesn't need the stress and confusion of human sentiment, knowing one day it may ruin or mess up the life he had now. Stepping to the door, he knocks but there was no answer, knocking once more moment pass but still no answer his pulse then begins to race his hand finds it's way to the handle. Opening it, he walks in and looks around the room his eyes stopping on the figure laying on the bed. He lets out a sigh of relief, walking closer he suddenlt see's that she isn't even dressed, and that she was sleeping in her undergarments. He blushes slightly and grabs the blanket tugging far enough so that it cover her exposed body, but before he could he catch himself looking at her, his eyes wondering down the length of her body. Letting out a shaky breathe, his eyes scan her body; her curves were absolutely beautiful she wasn't a size 2, but the way her bottom flared from her waist and how her breasts stuck out so prominent. He estimated that she was a size 8/10 and her bra size was a 36", but the cup was bigger than an average women's, he closes his eyes and reopens then eyes wondering to her nether region white laces knickers with swirls of pink and gold. Bikini cuts, and her hair...flowed down her back and on her pillow, raven black curls which completed this woman. Sherlock looks to the ceiling then back to the sleeping form, quickly Sherlock pulls the blanket over her and literally runs out of the room.
"Get a hold of yourself.", he whispers to himself stopping before the stairs. He straightens out his waistcoat and shirt, breathes in and out then walks down the stairs looking like he hasn't a care in the world.
"Is she okay? I didn't hear any talking?", John asks as he emerges from the kitchen with tea in hand.
"Umm...yeah she is fine, feel asleep when she was changing. But she was clothed, not in her undergarments.", Sherlock walks to his chair and sits down and immediately holds out his hands to take his tea.
"Well she deserves a good rest, she has had the worst week possible and today didn't help at all. But at least this was something that she could handle herself, despite the tears.", John a sip of his tea and sighs. Sherlock also takes a sip and places his tea on the table text to him. Both relax into their chair and wait until their female companion wakes up, the very woman who caused them all to keep close to each other and care for one another, and possibly the only woman Sherlock felt for.
Mara awakens to silence through the flat, once and a while she hears Sherlock moan about not having a case, and John scolding him like a child who had lost their favorite toy and demanded a new one. She smiles and sits up slowly, stretching her back pops slightly and she lets out a pleasured sigh but she notices that she is colder than usual, she looks down and see's that she is only in her undergarments. Blushing she hurries and gathers her clothes and puts them on at record spee, in her mind she is hoping that John or Sherlock didn't come in and see her like this. Mara gathers herself and opens her door heading for the stairs, she reaches the bottom and see's the two men relaxing and doing their own thing.
"Hey.", she simply states she walks to John.
"Well someone decided to return from the dead. How are you feeling", John asks looking at her and gives her a friendly smile, of course she always has to return it back.
"Yeah, I feel better than I did when we got home. Thank you both again.", she smiles and glances to Sherlock.
"No case yet?", John shakes his head and laughs.
"Not a single one I guess people are trying to slow down on their killings just to screw with Sherlock.", Mara chuckles.
"I guess so. So John, no date or anything tonight? Wait...you do have one.", she smiles and sits in Sherlock's chair, he glances to her but looks away shortly after.
"How could you possibly know that.", John looks to Mara, Sherlock gradually turns his attention to their conversation.
"When I first arrived down here it seemed a little too quiet for Sherlock's liking, but I caught a glimpse of you and noticed that you had a new hair cut and that you shaved while was asleep. Yes how do I know that, there is a little reminiscence of shaving gel on your jaw line and your bathroom was steaming with condensation and the smell of aftershave invaded my senses. As you are dressed for an early dinner date, new clothes, new toothpaste, and just by the way you smile every time you pass a page with food being presented or your just thinking and imagining how amazing it will be tonight.", she smiles as she see'd his face turned stunned and became completely deadlock, glancing to Sherlock she see's him smiling he moves his gaze to her and they lock eyes.
"Geez, don't tell me I have to deal with two genius observers do I?", Mara laugh and stands, walking to John before stopping and leaning down giving him a friendly hug.
"I will only use it to tease you John. Plus, I just want to see you happy that's all.", smiling she goes into the kitchen leaving John still stunned. Instead of staying stunned and outwitted he looks to his watch and suddenly stands up quckly, gathering his wallet and phone Sherlock watches his movements.
"Time already. I thought it would be later.", he sits up, allowing to adjust to the upright position he gets up and unbuttons his waist coat.
"Yeah, Mary wanted to have a early dinner then go into town and go to the cinema. So I might not be home tonight, if any cases come up you watch her okay I don't want a call from Lestrade saying you left her in a alleyway.", Sherlock chuckles. and removes his person from the chair so he can walk to stand in front of his blogger.
"I won't John I promise.", John gives him a smirk and grabs his coat pulling it on gently. Mara enters the room and stands next to Sherlock waiting for John to depart.
"Remember John, stay safe and remember to have a good time. This one seems much better, maybe a keeper not like Sarah or the other women that you dated, most didn't have the personality to meshed well with you.", he glares at her but pulls her into a bear hug.
"I promise. You too also behave and I will see you tomorrow morning. Evening.", he hurries out and runs down the stairs, both Sherlock and Mara wait and finally hear the door shut. Mara chuckles beffore turning to walk back into the kitchen, the feeling of being left alone with Sherlock felt so odd, but it felt so right she gathers her crackers and appears in the sitting room and jogs to the couch.
"So Sherlock, no murders or apparent suicides yet.", she places a cracker in her mouth, and chews quietly.
"Absolutely nothing, do you know how hard it is to not have any stimulus to you brain! Its tedious and I hate it!", he stands in the middle of the room and begins to pace the room.
"Have you called at all? Maybe he has some but is waiting for you to call."
"I have tried but his phone isn't on or he answers saying 'oh I don't have any at the moment maybe tomorrow', it gets annoying!", she smiles and takes a bite of another cracker.
"Well if he doesn't answer you fully, we can always go down there ourselves and ask him", she looks to him from underneath her fallen strands of hair, he pauses his pacing turning his attention to Mara, his eyes finally shining with hope.
"Oh why didn't I think of that! I'm getting too slow.", he runs to the coat rack and grabs his coat but stops turning to look at Mara, she closes her eyes and chuckles to herself, but gets up from the couch.
"Let me change real quick and then we can head out.", she runs upstairs.
After 10 minutes she comes runing down the stairs in black skinny jeans, sleeveless red button up shirt with a sheer yet medium shade of ruby, and a long cardigan.
"Ready?"
"Ready, it's amazing how fast you get ready. John takes so much longer.", Mara giggles.
"Well thats a good thing then."
"Indeed it is."
"Sherlock, for the millionth time I do not have a case for you. Maybe murders on a holiday, giving us time to relax.", Lestrade states sitting back in his office chair and places his feet on his desk letting out a pleasured sigh.
"That is no excuse Lestrade what about in South or North London, Oxford, Cardiff, or anywhere! I need a case.", Sherlock moans and Mara tries to stifle a laugh.
"No Sherlock. So leave and don't bother me until I do. In the mean time take you friend our she looks starved and very indeed of a good time. Unless she wants a cup of coffee with me.", Sherlock send a glaree to the shady detective.
"You know that does sound nice doesn't it Sherlock. Please? Just one coffee then we can go see Molly for a body?", she gives him a puppy dog look, he sighs and gestures for her to walk ahead of him.
"But after one coffee we are leaving."
"Okay! Lestrade lead the way.", she says with a smiles.
"Right this way then.", Lestrade heaves himself from his chair so he can lead them to the coffee machine. Mara grabs a cup and pousr the coffee inside while Sherlock stands their waiting impatiently eyes scanning the room and ruthelessly deducing every poor soul sitting in the dead office.
"Thank you Greg! I didn't think it would be this chilly outside today."
"I think that's what we all thought then BAM! Chilly air.", they both chuckle, Sherlock scoffs.
"You have your coffee let's go!"
"Sorry Greg. Thank you for the coffee though.", she waves bye and runs after Sherlock.
"That was quite rude Sherlock! Whats your problem anyway?", he glances at her but doesn't reply. She sighs and continues walking beside him drinking her coffee, suddenly Sherlock's phone goes off and he pulls it out opening the message.
"Who is it? is it John?"
"No, Molly...she has no bodies for me! GOD! why doesn't anyone have anything for me don't they know I'm bored!", she shakes her head in agreement.
"Well, why don't we go home, I'll make tea and you can experiment on something. Or just watch telly. Or! We can people watch."
"I'll take option one. I don't want to waste my time watching boring people.", they turn a corner and enter an alley way. Mara looks around in the overcoming darkness and unconsciously moves closer to Sherlock, he notices and grabs her hand literally dragging her threw the alley. Coming to the end, a man steps in front of them, Mara looks at him and realizes it's a drunk Anthony. Shit.
"Oh Mara, I-I didn't think I would see y-you h-here. W-who is the git." he grabs Mara away from Sherlock and hugs her close to his, she whimpers and looks to Sherlock who is noe utterly furious.
"Sherlock...", Anthony yanks her closer but she moves away cringing at the horrid smell of alcohol coming off his person like waves.
"Why are you out with him, hm w-why not me! I-I am much more fun than this freak.", she stops and looks back at him, suddenly her leg comes into contact with his abdomen and he stumbles back. He straightens, but she slaps him and pushes him away Anthony automatically hits his back on the wall of the building and moans, biting his lip he glares at Mara.
"Bitch!"
"Don't you ever call him that! He is not a freak but a genius and its more of a gentleman than you! Don't call me or even try and message me! I am done being your friend!", she yells out pointing a finger at him before turning and lacing her fingers through Sherlock's and pulls him away practically running out of the alley way. Once they enter the walk way they slow down their pace, but Mara remains silent while Sherlock tries to get a reply from her.
"Mara...", she doesn't reply.
"Mara.", still not responding Sherlock yanks her back making them both stop in the middle of an empty walk way.
"What.", she turns around slightly with a deep scowl on her face and looks to him. He smiles, and pulls her closer she gasps and realizes her hand is still laced with his she tries to free herself but his grip only tightens.
"Thank you."
"Uh, n-no problem. I mean he was drunk that's all but still a jerk, he didn't have the right to say something like that t-", she is cut off by a pair of lips pressing onto her's. His lips felt so warm and soft, as if winter was in full force and he was her only source of heat, she blushes but wraps her arms around his neck pulling him closer so that their bodies touch. Sherlock responds and places his hands firmly on her hips, sighing they both kiss which seems to last for an eternity. Sadly, Mara pulls away to catch her breath hands now on Sherlock's firm chest both their foreheads touching, she giggles and leans against him burying her face into his jacket.
"Sherlock, I hope that wasn't a experiment to ease your mind from boredom.", he smirks and laughs, she blushes letting his deep baritone chuckle ring threw her ears.
"You don't have to worry. Its of my own will, been wanting to do it for quite awhile."
"I though you were a man married to his work and had no time for 'transport.", she smiles.
"After the fall, my emotions were all over the place. My guilt and the pain I felt when I had to lie to my only friends in the world, it broke me, tore me apart, then I hear about you and your family that was even harder to hear about because my family and your's were too close.", he inches closer pulling her gently into a hug.
"You knew me and my family.", shock ran through her body, her mind trying to analyze what she just heard.
"Yes, my family has or had knew your family through work. They were very close friends and had many parties in which you parent's were invited to, but my parents divorced many years before your family was killed or before you were born, they were just two different people and it was the very obstacle that ended their marriage. I remember only seeing you once or twice maybe even a little more than that, but you were just a baby and I was only 7 at the time, all I remember was your beautiful dark hair and your smile. I was so attracted to you that every time I saw your parents I would ask to hold you.", she smiles, but remains silent listening to him speak.
"So you could say I knew you all your life but you didn't know me, so when I finally found you it was a wish come true. I didn't loose you.", Sherlock buries his face into her hair and inhales her scent.
"I'm glad...there was always something about you that drew me to curiosity. I never would of though that we even met in our younger years, and the one beautiful thing is you waited for me, that's more than anyone has done for me.", she begins to tear up.
"Shh...I know...it's been hard for you and I hate the fact you went through it all alone."
"But the funny thing is Sherlock, I heard about your fall, the most painful thing for me was that I saw you jump that day your body and John's reaction...and it hurt so much. I cried and cried not even knowing who you were and why you did it, it's like my heart broke into a million pieces and never recovered. The very next day I lost my parents...it was the worst week any child could go through.", she holds him close.
"I am so relieved that I have you in my life once again, I don't plan on letting you go any time soon Mara.", he leans down again and lets a hand against her cheek her face flushed and skin cold from the winds.
"Well, I was going to say the same thing to you Sherlock Holmes.", she chuckles and leans into his touch.
"Let's get home before any other one of your 'friends' tries to fight me.",he laces their fingers together and both begin to walk in sync with each other.
"Hey, I don't mean to attract them they just find ways to latch onto me I guess.", she answers, both heading down the walk way hand in hand.
"Maybe we should get bug spray and bath you in it.", she laughs.
"Maybe we should.", laying her head against his arm they walk back to Baker Street, happy and ready to have a good night of tea and warmth. But with a happy addition of love and new relations on the horizon.