[A/N: so this chapter is full of fluff! I hope you all enjoy it. Next week I should have a laptop so cross fingers that I can crank out my story when that happens. Chapter 15 may be late next week to warn you all, my youngest has bronchitis and is very clingy right now. Well, enjoy!]

Sherlock

He couldn't believe the sight that was before him when he went to go scold Alyce for the way she had been when she got back to Baker Street. She was broken in a way he never assumed an assassin could ever be. The woman had a high standard for life it would seem. She barely spoke to him at first, until she began to harass him over her being almost naked. He couldn't help permitting his eyes to scan over her still beautiful body. He was furious that Moriarty had touched her, but she didn't seem too pleased by that fact either. Then she began to fill the void in his heart when she began to lovingly play Moonlight Sonata. He wasn't a huge fan of Beethoven, too repetitive, but when she touched those keys he could feel warmth bubbling over in his chest. He naturally took her violin and began to play beside her. It was all too soon that they had finished the song, that was when she began to actually talk to him, her voice weak. Moriarty wanted her to join him, she couldn't even bear the thought of it, she was disgusted. Within a matter of hours they began to form a plan to take Jim down, she wanted his monstrous games to end almost as bad as Sherlock had. They were now boarding a large plane to Colorado, ready to meet up with some friends in America that Wolfe knew. He was feeling proud at how she could set a plan into motion so fluidly. She made every call, even to his brother whom seemed to have a sour taste in his mouth from the short woman who was painfully bossy to the older Holmes brother. She didn't care if he was the British Government and she made that clear to him as she cussed him out in French fluently for attempting to sass her back. He could feel the relief rushing through his body to know that she didn't actually want to be with the consulting criminal and had only used him to get what she was looking for. When he saw how many bags she had packed for their trip he instantly questioned her, only for her to shrug and say she liked to be prepared. It was 11:45 at night when the plane departed. Alyce was curled up with a blanket, book and shot of tequila curtesy of the ignorant flight attendants. Her face was slightly green as the large metal bird took off in to the air.

"You hate flying?" He inquired with a smirk. Wolfe grimaced and sat her book down.

"That noticeable?" She winced as the plane bounced about due to turmoil. He couldn't help the chuckle escaping his lips, which was a deep regret when the musician hit him in the chest. "You're a jerk," she hissed out before taking her shot in a single gulp. Her cheeks were tinged pink as she leaned back and glanced over to him. "What's your full name?" She probed, her eyes full of childlike curiosity. He stared at her as if she had suddenly grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. Why did she want to know? She gave a snort while rolling her eyes at him. "Humor me Holmes, or I will sing the doom song from Invader Zim and embarrass you to no end on this long ass flight. My full name is Alyson Eris Wolfe and I was born on October twenty-seventh. My favorite color is burnt orange like the color of leaves in the fall.." She rambled out facts about herself and grinned sheepishly. Alyce wanted to know him? What could she possibly learn about him that would be so important to remember? The plane shuddered again causing the young woman to squeak and cling to his arm, her eyes clenched closed. There was a flutter in his stomach at her touch, that she was using him for protection. He yearned to keep her safe and couldn't understand why. He was feeling something because of this short brunette with metallic eyes.

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes," he blurted out, not entirely positive as to why he would even open up to her. She cracked an eye open, her face full of confusion. "My name, it's William Sherlock Scott Holmes." He repeated with an air of annoyance. Alyce moved her head away from his shoulder by just a fraction leaving him slightly cold from the lack of her touch. She flashed him a brilliant smile to show him just how jubilant she was over his reply.

"I absolutely love your name! It fits you so well. Although if you ever piss me off I will say your entire name.. What about your birthday?" He grimaced, of course she would want his name for that reason. Women were viscous and manipulative creatures. He shook his head, not willing to answer her on any other personal facts. The tiny musician gave a pout as she rested her chin on his shoulder. She looked up at him through thick lashes and bat her eyes in a manner that drove his guts mad. He wasn't positive he could survive a good length of time with Alyce if his own body was betraying him based on her actions. Eventually she let the subjects on him drop and began to enthusiastically relive her childhood for him, her arms flailing about as she explained her crazy days as an only child. He couldn't help laugh, not just a small chuckle but an actual laugh when she told him she and Myra had once decided they were going to join a circus when they were ten. They wanted to practice their acrobatic skills and had gone to a park in order to 'learn' how to do flips appropriately and use the bars to act as if it were a tight rope. Alyce was a fearless child who attempted to do a backflip and broke her arm in multiple places in the process. They spoke for hours until she gave a large yawn and checked the time with a groan, that was when she decided to attempt to sleep.

"Goodnight Sherlock," she mumbled out while nuzzling in to the blanket she had. Within a matter of minutes she was out cold and he couldn't help watching her, she looked so innocent. He allowed his eyes to take in every feature on her peaceful face. She had opted for no make up on the plane ride and he could now see the faint trail of freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks. Her nose was small and straight with a small curve at the end. Her lips were full and slightly parted as she lay relaxed. He couldn't stop the smile that came to his face. She was a naturally beautiful young woman who was incredibly feisty. In a matter of seconds Alyce's peaceful face abruptly stopped. Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked to be in extreme pain. Then the whimpering came and Sherlock knew he had to do something. He slowly ran his hand against her cheek, then down her arm while whispering softly in her ear.

"Alyce, hush. You're okay," his deep voice came out calm and soothing. He was grateful that the arms of their seats could move up at that moment as he quickly pulled her close to him, still whimpering but no longer thrashing about. He wrapped his arms around her small body and let her lay close against his chest while whispering in her ear, "You're not alone Alyce, I'm right here with you." His words must have been just the right thing because she instantly relaxed, her face peaceful once again. He buried his face against her neck, taking note that she no longer wore the lavender and honey scent, but one of lilacs and vanilla. Her body was warm and relaxing, soon enough Sherlock fell asleep snuggled up to Alyce for a second time, her soft breathing a lullaby to his ears.

Alyce

I woke up with hot breath tickling my neck. My contacts were dry from sleeping in them and I had to blink several times before I could actually see again. I leaned back into something solid and grinned when I noticed it was Sherlock. His arms were tight around my waist, his face buried in my neck. I couldn't help smiling fondly before rolling over so I could see his face, making sure to be careful so I wouldn't wake him up. I grazed my fingertips along his jaw which was prickly from the need to shave and his hair was messy, but he was absolutely handsome even while fast asleep.

"Why do you have to be so hot and cold with me?" I whispered out to the sleeping consulting detective. I traced my index finger over his Cupid's bow lips and closed my eyes in frustration. "God, what are you doing to me? I want to punch you, yet I want to kiss your arrogant face as well." I said to myself quietly. It felt good to say how I felt even if he wasn't awake to hear it. Or so I thought.

"I would prefer the latter of the two," Sherlock spoke in a voice thick with sleep. I made an 'eep!' noise as my eyes shot open. I was busted. He had a smug look to his face as he pulled me right up against his chest. Before anything else could be said or done the ding for passenger seat belts came on and the plane jolted around, saving me from the embarrassment of what could have happened next. The pilot explained we were preparing to land as we sat upright in our seats quickly. My cheeks were burning, I couldn't even imagine how red my face was. I closed my eyes tight as the plane shook around while it began landing. I always had a fear of flying, no matter how many times I had been high up in the air, I couldn't control it. Sherlock took my hand in his and silently rubbed my fingers with his thumb, helping calm me down. We never spoke about what happened again as we grabbed our luggage and went to the car rental. I was pleased that I had called prior to leaving and got us an earthy green Jeep Ranger for the time we would be visiting. I got in the driver side once everything was packed and started up the engine, then ran the GPS for our destination. It was an hour long drive and we had arrived at a good time to travel the roads. We sat in silence the entire car ride, the hushed tones of music drifting through the vehicle. I was too terrified to say anything and Holmes was content being in what he called his mind palace. The sun was setting as we pulled in to a long driveway that went winding into the woods of Colorado Springs, Colorado. After about five minutes of the bumpy winding dirt path which made me thankful I decided on a Jeep, we made it to our destination. Aiden and Sasha's house wasn't extremely huge, but was absolutely gorgeous. It was teal with stone on the outside, the roof was metal. A black SUV was parked by the garage and I pulled up to park the Jeep right beside it. I tapped on Sherlock's shoulder to let him know we were here before getting out and hauling my luggage up the steps. I didn't even get the chance to knock when the door whipped open, Sasha squealing out my name happily. I grinned while dropping my bags to give her a much needed hug. It wasn't until then that I realized she had quite a round belly.

"You're pregnant?!" I cried out to the wonderful woman before me. Her honey eyes lit up as she nodded. Her beautiful dark skin was glowing from pregnancy.

"Alright ladies, I'm pretty sure Allie's friend awkwardly standing around doesn't want to hear you two babbling like school girls all night. Let's get inside and settle down." Aiden's voice boomed out as he brushed past Sasha and smacked her on the rump. She rolled her eyes and dragged me in to their lavish kitchen, leaving the bags to the men. Sasha poured me a very large glass of moscato while we caught up, both of us sitting at the island counter. I told her a little about Jim, skillfully leaving out the parts I knew I wasn't ready to talk about just yet. She was elated to agree with my idea of sending the man texts so he would think I was actually on a vacation, even allowing me to get a picture of her baby bump without her face so I could show him how giddy I was about her pregnancy. I sipped at my sweet wine while Sasha sat a photo album of their wedding in front of me. She looked absolutely stunning in her tight lace, mermaid fit wedding gown.

"So, ever think you'll get married?" She inquired suddenly, causing me to choke on the wine.

"Good lord no! What poor man would tolerate me long enough to do that? Plus, even if I found a guy that would, he would piss me off and I would smother him with a pillow in the middle of the night. I'm not the get married kind of woman, it's just not in my cards." I took a large gulp of the deliciously sweet wine while Sasha pursed her lips. I wanted to get married and have kids at one point in time, but those dreams had been crushed long ago. I was horrendous at dating and one of the few men that could have been a good suitor turned out to be psychotic and I was most likely going to take him out.

"What about that guy you brought here with you?" She asked after a few minutes, her eyebrow raised. I shook my head.

"He says he's married to his work," I gave a shrug. I was a hopeless cause for love. Aiden and Sherlock came in to the room after that, Holmes looking flustered.

"Did you tell her?" Aiden asked his wife with a smirk. Tell me what? I glanced over to the dark haired man who shifted uncomfortably.

"Damnit Aiden! I was just getting to that!" Sasha growled out, then looked over to me with a sweet and innocent smile. "Allie, honey, you and Sherlock have to share a room. Our second guest room was turned in to a nursery. Don't worry though! The bed is a California king so you two will have plenty of space!" I let out a groan while finishing off the wine and forced my pregnant friend to show me the bedroom. True to her word the bed was massive. The room was huge as well, almost like a second master bedroom. It was beige with wood trim. The floors were hard wood in a beautiful maple color and there was a large window that would be perfect to watch the sun set out of. The bed had white sheets with a lovely blue and green quilt on top. It was homey. I let out another groan inwardly this time and shook my head. I couldn't sleep in the same bed as him, not after what happened on the plane. My face started to heat up while recalling earlier events.

"I'll just sleep on the couch," I said in a defeated tone while walking over to one of my three suitcases. I pulled out my bathroom toiletries and Sasha pointed to a door not far from me. Jeesh, this room had a bathroom attached as well?! I gave a short nod for goodnight to her then went to shower quickly. Once I finished I took my contacts out and placed my black frames on my face. I brushed my teeth vigorously with my cinnamon toothpaste and towel dried my hair before walking out of the bathroom naked, assuming Sherlock was still downstairs. I was wrong. I stood at the door way frozen in place. Holmes was on the bed staring at me like a deer caught in headlights. He didn't have a shirt on and the blankets covered the rest of his body. I was paralyzed, unsure of how to react. This was awkward.

"Uhm.. You look... Very nice?" Sherlock stammered out, causing me to finally gain my senses back and smack my forehead. I shook my head and grabbed one of the sexy nightgowns and a pair of lace panties I had packed thanks to the assumption of expecting to be in a bedroom alone. I got dressed and twisted my still damp hair into a tight bun, tying it in to place. I went to lay down on the free side of the bed, glaring at Sherlock the entire time. I wanted to punch him in that absolutely gorgeous face of his. Instead I rolled away so my back was to him and closed my eyes. My heart was hammering in my chest and I couldn't help feeling nervous. An assassin who has killed countless people with ease, slept with possibly one of the most dangerous men in the world, and I was nervous being in the same bed as the famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. What was wrong with me? Maybe it was his comment on how I looked good naked. I slept in bed with him before, he's also seen me nearly naked, so why did this feel different? I heard the lamp click off and felt the bed move as Holmes got in to a comfortable position to sleep. My mind continued to go a mile a minute, unable to relax. I rolled on to my back so I could stare at the ceiling. My pulse was still elevated even after half an hour of the room being still. My skin felt like an electric current was gliding against it. I shut my eyes tight, trying hard to force myself to sleep. With no luck I let out a small groan.

"Sher?" I quietly whispered out once I had enough courage to speak. I heard him hum before he shifted in the bed to look at me. It was easy to see he couldn't sleep either, joys of jet lag and a six hour time difference I guess. "I can't sleep," I confessed quietly as I watched him in the darkness. He let out a weary sigh.

"What can I do to help that racing brain of yours?" He spoke sarcastically. I thumped him in the face with a pillow in retaliation. "Woman!" He hissed out just before he propped himself up, scowling in my direction. I beamed up at him.

"Don't be a cocky asshat and you won't be assaulted with pillows." I shot back at him, a hint of laughter in my voice. He let out a small growl before fwopping me in the face with the very same pillow I chucked at him. "Dude!" I cried out in return. Soon what was a small scuffle became an all out war, pillows thrown about the room. I was now off the bed with a devious smirk planted on my face. I had all of the pillows minus one that Sherlock was gripping on to. "My my how the tables have turned," I drawled out, preparing to whip a pillow at him. He managed to deflect my toss with ease and I pouted at him before I sauntered over to the end of the bed near Sherlock, my face grim.

"What are you going to do now Wolfe?" He taunted at me, his face the pure definition of smug. I didn't even think before reacting and just tackled him. He made a loud 'oomph!' sound. I grinned down at the man with dark messy hair in triumph. I wonder if he's ticklish... I slid my fingers down the sides of his body and smirked as he stiffened "Alyce.." he rasped out a warning once he realized what I was planning to do.

"What?" I asked innocently while biting my bottom lip.

"Don't you dare," he retorted back before gasping as I ran my fingers against his sides once again. He was definitely ticklish.

"Don't I dare what?" I continued to feign innocence.

"You know very well what!" He seethed out while gritting his teeth together. I stuck my tongue out between my teeth as I did it again. In an instant he grabbed my hands and rolled so he was now on top of me. I let out a small shriek.

"Sher! O-oh God! You're naked?!" I cried out once I noticed the sheet that had once been covering his bottom half was now between us, only covering up enough so I wouldn't see his groin.

"I sleep in the nude," he said in a matter-of-fact tone that instantly pissed me off.

"Oh sweet mother of Mary! Get off!" I hollered at him. I could feel my neck, ears and face heating up due to a wide range of emotions flitting through me. I went to shove my hands against his very solid chest, he didn't budge. My heart was stammering as I lay pinned beneath him, frozen as he leaned down so his face was mere inches from mine.

"So how about that kiss you threatened me with on the plane earlier?" His voice was gruff as he trailed one of his long fingers along my cheek, forcing my body to involuntarily shiver. How do I always end up in this kind of situation? His beautiful aqua eyes locked on my face, searching for something. My breath hitched in my throat as he pressed his forehead to mine, his gaze unwavering. "I need to experiment." Sherlock stated in a soft voice, my brows furrowed in confusion.

"Experiment?" I squeaked out. He only hummed back, then brushed his lips to mine in such a gentle manner that my entire body felt as if it were engulfed in flames. He ran long fingers against my cheek all the way down to my own hand which was tingling at his touch. He continued to kiss me softly, but somehow there was still a fierce passion in his actions. He was not rough like Moriarty had been and he somehow made me crave for his oh so sweet touch. We didn't even hear the door open due to being captivated by one another.

"Hey Allie, was just wonderin'- Oh God ass cheeks!" Aiden disrupted our intimate moment like a parent would thanks to not knocking. Sherlock was off of me in an instant while I scrambled to sit up. My face had to be cherry red while I hollered out the older man's name. "I'm sorry! Didn't think you two were a thing, talk to ya in the mornin!" He rushed out while quickly slamming the door behind him. I groaned and flopped onto my side of the bed after grabbing a pillow from the floor, now feeling embarrassed and exhausted.

"Sher?" I called his name quietly after several minutes passed by in a tense mute silence, my eyes were now closed. "You should snuggle me. Just make sure that sheet stays wrapped around you." I heard his amused chuckle before he made his way over to my side of the bed and looped his arms around my body. He pulled me close to his chest and nuzzled his face into my neck.

"You sure you don't want the sheet gone?" He teased out in a husky voice, I huffed in return, too tired to actually reply. He was so warm and I always felt safe in his arms for some reason. I drifted to sleep in comfort.