The weeks had been very busy. Since the dinner at the restaurant three weeks earlier, William had not had time to go to the Institut. When he did to bid farewell to Brian, Julia was not there. She was in consultation outside. Thus, his mood was worst. Not only he lost the little boy to whom he was so attached, but the young woman who never left his thoughts.
He had wanted to call her, thinking that it had filed long kiss on his cheek and the soft sigh in his ear as good omens for the future. But William did nothing, for many days. So that when, finally, he had a little time for him. He sat at his desk and took a deep breath, playing with the towel on the restaurant which she noted her number. He picked up his phone and dialed. It was only the fourth ring, hang up when he thought she answered.
-Doctor Julia Ogden?
-Good morning Doctor, simply said William feeling his heart skip a beat at the sound of her voice.
- Hello Inspector, she replied in a soft, sweet voice.
He smiled broadly and spoke again.
- I do not mind?
-No, of course not William, how are you?
- A little overwhelmed with work lately but I'm fine, and you?
-Me too, sighed the young woman, I'm glad you called me.
There were a few seconds spent in the most absolute silence before William takes his courage.
- Julia, I would like to know if you were free for dinner Friday night?
-Oh I'm really sorry William, I would be happy but I have to go to Ottawa the whole weekend, I will not be back until Tuesday.
- I understand, I do it a little later I will have known you had something planned.
- Bad timing, the young woman muttered, we could plan this another night?
-Yes, yes, why not, said William disappointed.
-I'll call you when I come back to keep you in touch.
- It sounds like a good idea, said William.
Two shots were brought to the window of his office and went higher.
- I'm sorry but I have to leave you Julia, I am needed, he add.
- Of course, your duty calls I understand, take care of you William. Bye.
- Goodbye, William launched before hanging up.
He met the gaze of his superior, who immediately spoke.
- You make private calls from your office now?
- No, it was ... Dr. Ogden, I asked her advice for an investigation.
- Yes, of course, replied Brakenreid making him a glance.
- Do you wanted to see me for something, sir? William asked most innocently in the world.
- We are waiting on Yonge Street and Bloor, a burglary in a jewelery shop, a guy is dead and the prime suspect said to be Sherlock Holmes.
- Sherlock Holmes? William threw a frown. The hero of the novel by Arthur Conan Doyle?
- Himself, this city is full of nutters, Brakenreid muttered before leaving the office of William without another word.
This new case took time to Inspector Murdoch and totally baffled. He was once again faced with an atypical case, it seemed as if the draw. One man, David Kinsley, thought he was Sherlock Holmes and tried by all means to interfere in the investigation of stolen jewelry. This split personality was quite fascinating and far worse than any case he had seen before in his career. Thus, the police station trampled in this case and the psychologist and profiler team found no explanation.
William bitterly regretted not being able to visit Julia for advice.
-Go rest Murdoch, his supervisor gave him that night, you will see clearer tomorrow.
William did not need to pray to leave the office and to get to Dr. Ogden home. He was not sure why he had made his way, finally, if he simply refused to admit; he was dying to see her.
He was outside the house, watching carefully the front, red bricks, steps wood painted white, the wrought iron gate, the woodland garden. William sighed deeply, he knew he had made the right choice and he was glad. Lost in his thoughts, he paid no attention to the sound of carriage wheels on the street when the arms slipped around his waist, a body pressed against his in his back, a breath traveled over his skin below his ear. He closed his eyes, smiling. He knew so well the fragrance and sweetness of these hands traveling on his chest. Slowly, he put his hands on those of the woman who was against him.
-What do you think about my love? She whispered, placing her chin on his shoulder.
- That we will be happy here together, he said, taking her hands in his to lay soft kisses, this house is perfect.
-Mmh, not quite, replied the young woman, smiling.
He then turned to look at her eyes and anchored in hers. He loved above all her probing blue eyes, see that little twinkle to dance. He loved all the love she had in her eyes. And before he had time to say anything at all, she slid her hands on him to put in his neck and her face close to his.
-It lack flowers, roses, red, she sighed on his lips, and perhaps white too.
-Your favourite, William whispered.
She nodded with a smile and pressed a long kiss on his lips.
-We could put some bushes outside the house, along the driveway, William replied, turning to look at the building again, what do you say?
The young woman let her hand in the back of the young man and put her head against him as he pulled her closer by her holding hips.
- I say that is a wonderful idea and this house is perfect.
-There is still something missing though.
-What?Asked the young woman frowning and getting away from him to meet his gaze.
He did not answer her and leaned forward to take her in his arms. She immediately clutched at him laughing and he brought up the entrance, his eyes not leaving hers until landing on the ground, once through the door. He held her against him, pressing his body against hers, leaving a hand on the small of her back and the other on her cheek.
-You, he whispered on her lips, it missed the love of my life.
She grinned at him and he did the same.
-I love you my angel, he added before kissing her languidly for a long time.
-Me too, I love you too, I love you so much William, she said before renewing their embrace.
-William?
He was at her house for several minutes already. He rang but no one came to open it. And since then, he stood there, looking forward to this facade, the garden where a few red and white roses along the driveway, the porch and the dark wooden gate. He had the feeling of knowing this place in detail. His heart told him that he had been here, he was in his place, at home, as if he was finally back after a long journey.
-William, what are you doing here?
He jumped when he felt a hand gently on his arm. He turned to the young woman and met her blue eyes. He immediately calmed down, feeling the pleasant heat win his heart and entire body. He smiled tenderly and she did the same by gently removing her hand.
-I ... I came to see you, he said simply, good morning.
-Good morning, Julia replied, smiling but a little disoriented, I am delighted to see you, but believe me you should not hang out in front of my home this way, the neighbors are on the verge of calling the police.
-Do I look like a dangerous psychopath? Added the young man chuckled.
-I do not know, I do not know you enough, she said softly.
-Perhaps we should change that?
-Yes, perhaps, answered Julia, blushing, but until then follow me, I'm serious Mrs. Kitchen has moved across it six months ago and she is a real gossip. She finds all the shady world and will be happy to tell the whole neighborhood that I see men as Mr. Garland is not here anymore.
-Men?
-You have understood me.
William just nodded smiling and followed her to the house when he noticed what followed the young woman.
-Do you take care of the dog of the institute? He asked, looking at the animal beige coat.
-I've said it belonged to a doctor, I had not told you which one.
-I did not know you had a dog.
-It's actually a "she" , and I did that for a few months, loneliness weighed on me a little too. It requires more energy than goldfish, but it also brings more life.
-I see, William whispered kneeling to caress the pet , and how is she called?
-Children are named her Joy, I think it suits her well.
-Because she brings them joy?
Julia had no time to answer the dog greedily licked the young man's face, making her laugh out loud.
-Yes, that's right, she said, still laughing, I see that she has already adopted you.
-I think so too, said William, sitting up and wiping his face.
-I'll give you something to clean you.
He nodded and Julia opened the door of the house to enter.
-But tell me, why did you come to see me William?
-I need your help, I'm working on a puzzling case. A young man is persuaded to be Sherlock Holmes. For him, this is his true identity. He is a brilliant and insightful man, but he locked himself in a totally imaginary world. I wanted to talk with you to see what do you think.
-Sherlock Holmes? It's fascinating, Julia launched before closing the door behind them.
They were in the room for many minutes. He had not stopped talking about this case they were both fascinating.
-I'm really curious to meet him, said Julia, and talk with Dr. Francis.
-Trust me, you would like to do anything but not to talk to him, he is a good profiler these service records attest, but this man annoys me the most developed.
-For what reason?
-It has no openness, no humor, no sweetness with victims, he does not care cases it addresses, for him it is only numbers, he is not comprehensive, he. ..
-I think I understand, said Julia, laughing softly, you're not very good friends.
-Far from it, we will win to have another psychologist, believe me. Someone sensitive, takes heart to relieve the suffering of victims, a curious and intelligent person.
Julia did not answer but met his intense gaze, she thought she understood what he was trying to tellk her and it flattered her, Dr. Francis was simply not her. She felt her heart swell with joy at the idea that William wanted to be with her in his work, and perhaps even more.
She left his eyes and spoke in changing the subject.
-Do you hungry? I can order a Chinese meal and we could do more ... acquaintance, she said shyly, as we had planned to do in order to prevent my neighbors call the commandos when you visit me.
-Yes, yes I would like that indeed, William nodded, Chinese, not commandos.
She laughs shyly.
-Perfect, she said before leaving the couch and head to the phone.
She ordered a meal for two, then went into the kitchen to prepare the dishes and drinks. William wait a long time before coming to help, seeing her talk against her sink.
-Do you have problems?
-Yes, sighed the young woman, the house falling apart, she said wearily, yet I can not bring myself to part with.
-I can understand, it is beautiful and you've done it already extensive restoration.
-Yes but I'm not good for piping, my sink is completely clogged and water flows only occasionally by the tap, and I do not want to commit to this business.
-Why?
-Because, this house is ... I can not explain it, it has a soul and I feel that I have to stay and live there, I have to give it back the beauty she had.
She peered into the William and she looked down, laughing softly.
-I looks crazy in your eyes, I know but ...
-No Julia, cut tenderly William, far from it, I understand how you feel. It is as if you yourself are associated with this building, you feel as if all the memories of those who lived there before you and you are bound to them too.
-I fell in love with this house one day when I went by bike, as if I was coming home after years of exile. Do you experience the same thing for your apartment?
-I live in a tower of glass and steel, the view is great, but there is not a single soul in these walls, here it is very different.
-You are the only one to understand, Darcy are never succeed, she said, raising her eyes to the ceiling, he always said we'd better sell it and buy a nice house in Rosedale, I did not want to live in Rosedale.
-I am not Darcy, Julia, William whispered softly.
-No, indeed, she replied in the same way with a smile.
-I will give a look at this post if you wish.
-Do you know anything about it? Asked the young woman with astonishment.
-I have secret talents, William replied with a twinkle in his eyes.
This sentence destabilized the young woman, but she did not answer, someone had to ring the doorbell and she immediately led to pay the driver who had arrived with their order.
to be continued ...