Sherlock's POV
I needed serious help. One of the key components in my experiment Is that the woman not know that I am doing an experiment. " wait. Doctor Brennan." " sherlock. I'm tired. Please. I know what I said before but-" " I know. I don't want a kiss. I just want to do this." I know I shouldn't have done this and she didn't want me to do this. I leaned in and kissed her cheek. " have a nice nap." She had a slight bit of blush on her cheeks and it was just awkward silence after the small dry cheek kiss. She just nodded and left to her bedroom. Well it wasn't a kiss, but it was something. I needed to calm myself down. I know I want the answer to my theory, but I'll never get it if I keep it up like this. She wasn't with the FIB or BFI agent. I still had a small chance of using her. Maybe she wasn't as contaminated as I thought. Good. For maybe the next few days I layed low, careful to ignore her awkward glances to me. I had left a ticking time bomb inside of her head and maybe even chest. And we both heard it ticking. She was anticipating me to one day kiss her or hold her up against a wall. But I didn't. I never did. A normal conversation between me and her now involved prolonged eye contact. I almost had her hooked, I just needed more. I could feel her almost touching my finger tips. Ready to fall. Just so I can conclude and finish this. Even though I only saw her as an experiment she had some divine qualities. Very attractive. Plus it was horrible watching John look at me and her as if he knew what was going on. He would never understand. Those few days were full of anxiety and paranoia. And she hated it. She wanted me to stop. She wanted me to say I don't like her that way. Maybe 1% of her wanted to sleep with me. More like 0.0009%. However much, there was a teensy bit of chemicals there. And if there were more that 1%, I couldn't see it. It'd be the first time I was truly blind.