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Amber snuggled deeper into Sherlock's coat, trying desperately to catch hold of sleep before it slipped from her grasp. As had become usual, she wasn't able to slip back into blissful sleep. Instead she heard the distinct sounds of Sherlock puttering about the room with John whispering complaints about how it was still early morning and he wasn't going to be discharged until later.
She had to fight the smile which wanted to form from them having thought she was still asleep on the couch. If Sherlock had been paying as much attention to her as he usually did, he would have noticed her breathing had changed which would have signaled that she wasn't quite sleeping any longer. But as it was, he had been paying more attention to John and getting the hell out of the hospital as fast as possible.
Seeing this as a perfect moment to just relax, she continued to pretend as if she were sleeping. Keeping her eyes shut, she managed to regulate her breathing to the point that it looked like she was still sleeping soundly on the couch, a trick she had perfected in her youth. She listened to them argue for a moment before John changed the topic, having grown annoyed with Sherlock's grumbling.
"How did you manage to convince the hospital staff to allow Amber to spend the night?" he asked from somewhere across the room. If she had to hazard a guess she would pinpoint his location as the same chair he had been before she had passed out the day before.
Sherlock scoffed, "It was easy. I said she was my wife."
She heard John sputter as she felt her heart begin to thump wildly in her chest. Her stomach did a flip flop before her mind shot down the idea, recalling how her first marriage had ended. She loved Sherlock, and she had figured that, in someway, he loved her. But that wasn't saying they were anywhere close to marriage, nowhere near it in fact. The idea of marriage, now that she wasn't a starry eyed young woman, scared her. Relationships changed with marriage. But even knowing what she did, she couldn't help but want to smile at being called Sherlock's wife. She would be proud if she was. One day, maybe she would have the pleasure of being able to do so. For now she was just happy to be called his girlfriend.
"And they believed you? It would have been written in your file if you had actually been married," John rambled aimlessly.
Sherlock snorted, "The nurses and doctors are easy enough to fool. Just told them we were recently married and I hadn't had the chance to change my information."
Amber snorted before she could even stop herself. The room fell silent as both men realized Amber was now 'waking' up. Thankfully, they hadn't noticed she had been awake for the full duration of their short conversation on tricking the medical staff.
She 'woke' with a yawn, sitting up and stretching her arms skyward. "Good morning," she greeted on a yawn. She rubbed her eyes this time, careful not to rub to hard because she still had her contacts in.
"Good morning," John greeted lightly. "I had Megan pack a couple items of clothing for you to change into. She figured you wouldn't want to stay in the same clothes from yesterday."
Amber's brows rose. Megan was thoughtful, yes, but she wouldn't have thought of giving John a set of clothing for her to change into. She would have been more concerned with Amber's emotional state after learning of Sherlock being injured. Whether or not she was wearing the same clothes didn't matter, at least not to the two of them anyways. It was how she was doing emotionally.
"Thank you Sherlock," she spoke with a smile as she headed for the pile of fabric on the bed. She swept it up into her arms.
"How did you know?"
"Does it need to be asked?" she grinned at him, seeing he looked paler than normal, his dark curls a little messy, his blue-gray eyes still glossed over with pain medication. His arm was in the sling but he was in his purple shirt, the one she was very fond of, and a pair of trousers. His feet were bare, his shoes sitting on the floor beside the couch. She hadn't even noticed them the night before.
When he didn't answer, she walked passed him in order to get to the bathroom. She gave him a quick peck on the lips as she passed. When she closed the door behind her Sherlock sighed, turning to face his friend and flatmate.
"How did she know?" John inquired curiously, having already gotten used to Sherlock and Amber expressing their affection for one another.
"She's known Megan for most of her life. I'm sure she figured out that in situations such as this clothing means nothing."
"But how did she know it was you who asked me to get the clothes. I could have thought of it on my own," John wasn't offended in the least, in fact he was amazed that Amber could deduce things as well as Sherlock at moments.
Sherlock smiled in the direction of the door to the bathroom. "She didn't. It was a good guess on her part."
John shook his head as he stood up. "I'm going to find the doctor and see if we can't get you out of here now. You seem perfectly fine to me."
"Is that your opinion as a doctor or as my friend?"
"My opinion as a man who would rather not have to hit you when you become an overbearing pain in the arse," John tossed out as he exited the room. He could actually hear Sherlock's laugh just before the door shut behind him.
A few moments later Amber strolled out of the bathroom, her clothes from yesterday folded neatly in her hands. She smiled at Sherlock, "How is your head?"
Sherlock, for a moment, couldn't understand what she was asking. His head was perfectly fine. "It's fine. Why?"
She smirked lightly, her glasses now situated on her nose, her contact case sitting neatly on top of her dirty clothing. She set the pile on the couch and walked her way, still barefoot in mismatched socks, to Sherlock. She stood on her tip toes, pulled his head down to her lips and kissed the cut on his forehead which held four little stitches. "You've got stitches in your head, love. I'm glad the meds they've got you on are helping."
He blinked down at her, his face still between her hands and still on her tip-toes. His arms wrapped around her waist just before she slammed down flat on her feet. Her arms slipped around his waist, her face burying into his chest as she let out a shuddering sob. He held her as she cried silently into his shirt.
Amber hadn't felt the rush of emotions the day before, no she had simply been grateful that Sherlock was alright. Now, seeing him up and moving, seeing him so pale and looking as though he was in pain, it made the feelings come crashing down. She hadn't realized, even when she had been talking to Mycroft, how close she could have come to losing him.
"For a moment," she whispered. "I thought you had died. Lestrade wouldn't tell me anything and I thought..." she choked on her own tears. "I thought you had died."
"Obviously I'm right here, perfectly fine." He laid his chin on the top of her head as she just kind of clung to him. He didn't have to ask why she was crying, he understood despite that fact that he was standing there in her arms not at all dead. It was fear and the thought of losing him which made her cry.
"I know, I know. Just give me a moment," she mumbled against his shirt as she tried to stop herself from crying.
John walked in at that moment, seeing the two of them embracing tightly, Amber's head buried in Sherlock's purple shirt. From what the other man could tell the redhead had been crying, and just like Sherlock, he didn't even have to ask why she was crying. He knew and didn't say anything about it as he slowly closed the door behind him.
"You're being discharged now. The paperwork is waiting for us," John stated softly watching as Amber shuddered once before pulling away from Sherlock. She swiped at the tears and gave both men a watery smile.
"Thank God. Um," she furrowed her brows as she walked to her shoes, sitting on the couch, putting them on. "I have to go talk to Lestrade."
"Why?" Sherlock inquired as she slipped into her coat.
As she helped Sherlock into his coat, watching John smirk at how they moved in unison towards the same goal, she explained, "It's a matter concerning the man who shot you."
"Your stalker, you mean?" John asked, confused, as the trio walked out of the room after gathering all their things. Amber had her clothes tucked under her arm, her contact case having already been stuck in her coat pocket.
Amber nodded, "Yes. It's about him. Neil Donaghy." She bit at her lip.
"Lestrade most likely wants to see if there is any connection between you and him," John said, thinking it was the most logical conclusion as to why the DI would want to talk to her.
"No," Sherlock mumbled. "There IS a connection between you and Mr. Donaghy," the way he spit out the name with venom had both John and Amber looking at him curiously. "What was your connection to him?"
She blinked and sighed. Resigned to having to tell him, she mumbled, "You two can come along to my meeting with Lestrade if you wish. I'd rather explain it all at once rather than have to explain it twice, if not three times." She sighed once more. "We'll pick up Megan on the way. I need to drop this stuff of anyways," she motioned to the clothing under her arms. "And of course take care of the animals."
"Megan and I took care of that this morning," John interjected before she could say anything else. "Last night too," he added.
She smiled at him. "Thank you." He simply nodded before they went about getting Sherlock discharged from the hospital.
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Amber tugged the collar of her peacoat closer to her as both she and John exited the cab in front of 221 Baker Street. It was nearing the end of March, yet winter was still holding on with a death grip. She stood on the pavement clothing under her arm, holding out her free hand to help Sherlock out. He refused the offer of help, which caused both Amber and John to roll their eyes, but once he was standing beside her, he grasped her hand in his, giving her a thankful smile before paying the cabbie.
They walked in silence into the building where she headed to her flat below to deposit her things while John went to gather Megan. Sherlock wandered off to tell Mrs. Hudson that he was perfectly fine and that there was no reason to fuss, though they all knew that the older woman would do so just for her own peace of mind.
Amber stopped off to give Rose a little snuggle seeing as it had been a few days since had last had major contact with the little rabbit, as well as scratched Nix behind the ears enjoying the fact that the cat began to purr violently at the attention. She felt so guilty that this whole thing was starting to effect her furry little friends. She'd be happy when she could just sit on her living room floor, watching the cat play tag with the rabbit. She had been amazed when she first saw the two of them play in such a manner a little over a month and a half ago. She had been sure that Nix was going to kill Rose but then she saw the cat bop the rabbit on the head and run, the rabbit hopping after her. She had giggled at the sight.
Smiling, finally calm and relaxed, she slipped Rose back into her hutch, patted Nix on the head softly, and grabbed her mobile charger so that she could charge her phone at the office. It had gone nearly twenty four hours now without a charging and now it was dieing. She gathered up a purse, one of her favorite older more spacious ones, tucking her things into it, before changing her heels for a pair of trainers. With that she was out the door and up the stairs to 221B.
There she found the whole gang, including Lestrade to her surprise. "How long was I down in my flat?" She frowned, brows drawn together.
"Twenty four minutes," Sherlock said from his spot in his chair where he had been waiting for her.
With a cocked brow she dropped her purse, shed her coat and shoes, and made her way to Sherlock where she sat herself on the floor in front of him. She leaned her back against the chair, laying her head on his leg. "Well, might as well get on with the questions. I know there are many."
John once more saw the way Sherlock and Amber seemed to move together, two planets revolving around one another. It was stunning to witness and surprising to realize that this man, the one who had once told him that he was married to his job, was now in a committed relationship. It brought a smile to his face, knowing that after months of him being utterly alone in his attempts to keep his friends safe that he was no longer alone. Sherlock had John, yes, but he could not offer the same comfort that a significant other could. He could not offer the kind of love that Sherlock rightfully deserved after having sacrificed so much for so many people. Sherlock would always be his best friend, and vice versa he believed, but Amber was something so much more, even if Sherlock wasn't admitting it just yet.
"Come on, ask away detective. I don't have all day!" Amber laughed out, easing some of the tension in the room. "I've no secrets at this point or would you rather me just explain how I knew Donaghy?" she offered with wide eyes behind her glasses.
Sherlock noted her smile, while bright, was tense. Her eyes, though holding a glittering gleefulness, were anything but gleeful. She was picking at her nails, subtly, in her lap and her teeth were beginning to gnaw at her lip. She was on edge, no where near breaking, but she was as ready for this to be over as everyone in the room was, if not more so.
"Just speak," Sherlock finally mumbled, resisting the urge to run his hand through the wildness of her curls. Where once it had been short, it was now long and he enjoyed the flame brightness of it as it cascaded around her shoulders and pale face.
She sighed but started anyways, "Neil Donaghy was a friend of my ex-husband. They served together before being discharged, Scot for an injury and Neil for doing some unsavory things. I don't know what he did and I never bothered to ask. Neil was the same age as Scot, pretty bloke with what I assumed was a lovely personality. He was sweet, kind, and caring, and somewhat odd at moments. He had a habit of becoming obsessed but according to Scot, who had known him all his life, it was a normal thing for him. I never noticed him taking an interest in me, I was more centered around Scot at the time, me being so young after all. After the," she choked up. It still hurt to remember the child she had lost so long ago. "After we lost our son," Lestrade looked on shocked, having learned a new fact about the girl. "Neil became a little more prominent in our lives. He was always there for Scot, and thinking back he was there for me more. I wouldn't say he was obsessed in the way we're speaking now but I think, looking back, it was getting to that point. After Scot and I divorced, I only saw him once. But it was than that the cryptic packages started showing up. Just pictures and such." She thought for a moment. "I still wonder how he got a hold of my father's watch. It was buried with Scot."
"Why did you have your father's watch?" Lestrade asked.
She smiled sadly, feeling a hand on her shoulder and fingers toying with a stray strand of her hair. "When my da died, Sean, my brother, took the watch. When he died, well my sisters refused the watch so I took it. When I married Scot, I gifted it to him on the night of our wedding. He was buried in it as far as I knew, which was why it came as such a surprise seeing it in that box back in October." Her brows drew down. "Neil was at Scot's funeral three years ago. It was open casket. He could have stolen the watch, but why keep it for such a long time and why now? Why was he coming after me? He was sweet but he wasn't the smartest bloke. He almost put Anderson to shame to be truthful." She hated speaking ill of the dead but he had tormented her for years, seven long ones since her divorce and now this. She shuddered.
"Is it possible that he could have been working with someone who knew your parents or possibly someone who knew Scot?" The DI asked, having taken notes through the whole process even though he had a little recording device sitting on the table in front of him.
Amber shook her head, feeling the curl Sherlock had been playing with snag on his finger. Apparently he was still playing with it. She wanted to laugh but knew the moment wasn't proper. "My parents were long buried by the time I met Scot, ten years buried actually. Scot and Neil were from South Wales, farm boys, grew up there. As far from Scotland as you could get on this tiny island. Scot knew a lot of people, being in the army after all. I met a handful, maybe six or seven, but after he got out he didn't want much association with the army. I don't think he enjoyed his time, not that it should have been enjoyable," she glanced at John in apology, catching his small smile and nod of forgiveness for her comment. "I remember him saying he hated it."
"Do you think you could remember some of the people you met, even if it was only half a dozen?"
She nodded. "My memories good."
"Better than good. You've got an eidetic memory. I've noticed over the last couple of weeks, you don't tend to forget anything, where you put something, what you were doing, and most certainly what has happened. You've woken up screaming about seeing your sister's dead body in the mortuary. For a memory to be that vivid from three years ago, and seen as a dream, that means your memory is perfect. The way you react to the mention of your dead son, that's another indicator," Sherlock rambled looking down at his green eyed girlfriend.
"An eidetic memory?" Lestrade inquired.
"It means she remembers everything in crystal clear clarity. A curse if you ask me," Megan sighed. "There are things she would do well to forget. She'll never forget what is going on now."
"But I've learned to compartmentalize, store things in my mind," Amber added to calm the worried looking DI.
John smiled, "Kind of like Sherlock's mind palace."
"You call it your mind a palace?" Amber tilted her head back to look at Sherlock. "A bit pretentious."
"What do you call your mind?"
"My nightmare," she meant it as a joke but no one seemed to take it as such. She rubbed a hand over her jaw. "It's a joke you lot. I don't really call my mind, and where I store information, anything in particular. It's kind of like a street with these little shoppes lined up and down it. Some are open wide for me to go in, others I have to open doors or knock, others are locked tight and need a key, a few even are locked with the key lost." She shrugged. "Call my 'mind palace' Petticoat Lane," she laughed which had them all giving off either a chuckle or a small laugh right along with her.
The laughing and joking didn't last long as Lestrade slid a paper and pen over to Amber. With a tight smile, she wrote down seven names, two of them being female. She knew that neither of the woman would have been able to do any of this. One was in a wheelchair, the other was currently in the United States. She kept in contact with both of them, having been married to Scot and them being the only female friends the man had had. They had been sweet and helped her though the ups and down of living with someone with military background. Neither of them had served, both of them married to someone who had.
"Mary Ellison, she's an invalid, in a wheelchair since a car accident two years ago. Leena Morrison, sweet thing, living in the United States. Her husband works for Interpol in the New York office at the moment. Mary's husband, died last year and he did serve with Scot, as had Mike, Leena's husband. Neither of the men were close to Scot, not like Neil had been. There's, Grey Ridgeway, Matthew Eddison, and Lyell Colton. Those are the only seven I've had the pleasure of meeting."
"Who do you still converse with?"
"Leena, Mary, and Mike. I haven't heard from Grey, Matt, or Lyell in the last five years I believe," she said blinking. "Why? Do you believe that one of them might be connected to this?"
Lestrade nodded watching her face darken, not wanting to believe that any of them could have done this. She was still in shock over Donaghy, he could see that. "It is quite possible that one of them, someone you knew from your marriage to Scot."
Her head tilted to the side. "So this has nothing to do with my parents or brother? It could concern my ex? Then what am I? Some conquest, someone this person needs out of the way? What possible motivation could this person have? Scot has been dead for three years," her voice raised at the end of her statement. She couldn't help it, she was offended. If this dealt with her ex-husband and someone was out to get to her, taking her sisters and killing one of them before killing other innocent people for something her ex had done, she was done. Her faith in the world, well it would shatter yet again and she wouldn't be sure if she could build it back up.
Lestrade shook his head. "That's not what I'm saying. We've got some leads now, with Donaghy being the stalker and his connection to you through your husband..."
"Ex-husband," Sherlock emphasized with a glare at the older man sitting in his flat on his couch.
"Right," Lestrade conceded. "With the connection to your ex-husband, this could lead to finding the person behind this whole thing. Now that Neil is dead, I'm sure this person will try to find another way to get at you. I want to put a protective detail on you, not just the police but more along the lines of government protection. Mycroft has already offered to help in anyway possible."
Amber growled now. "No, police protection is quite enough for now. If there is any escalation in attacks on me than I shall consider a protective detail. As it is, I won't be here next weekend. I have a wedding to attend in Birmingham. I'll be taking a train up there. I will not have someone following behind me and worrying my whole family."
"Sherlock is attending with you right?"
"No," Amber dared anyone of them to contradict her. "This is my cousin's wedding. He has requested only close friends and family. That means no dates unless the plus one is a spouse. Sherlock will accompany me to Paddington and my cousin is going to meet us there. He'll ride with me to Birmingham and another one of my cousins will ride with me back. I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to try something on a train, Lestrade." She once more silently dared him to say something.
"I'd like your cousins' contact information."
She sighed in relief. "I can get you that information tomorrow. I need to ask both of them if it would be alright to give it out. We're a quiet family if you've noticed. With ties to politics, which I stay out of,"
"Besides charity galas," Megan taunted.
Amber picked up a throw pillow, seeing it was the Union Jack one she and Sherlock favored, and tossed it at her friend. It hit her in the face, effectively silencing her. "We just like to be out of the limelight as much as possible. Which is why I'm not comfortable with the way this case is going. The whole of the media in London has pictures of me and I'm sure, before long, they will make the connection between Amber Devons and the Devons' family of Edinburgh and Birmingham."
"Devons, Birmingham Devons'. You're uncle is a Lord Justice!" John shouted rather loudly.
She clapped her hands with a roll of the eyes. "Only took six months."
"Wasn't hard to figure out. After John looked up those news articles I did a little research of my own," Sherlock mused from above her.
"So you've known about my family's political standing this whole time and you haven't uttered a word? That's rather hard to believe."
Sherlock leaned over in his chair so that he was looking down at her face which was now turned up to him again. He grinned down at her. "It was rather hard."
Amber grinned up at him, "'Course it was. You love flaunting your talents but you couldn't find a way to make it seem like you had deduced that about me. No, you found it out through the papers, just like everyone else. That must have pissed you off," to anyone who didn't know Amber and Sherlock this would have looked like the start of a fight, but for those who did know them this was simply a way of flirting. There was no malice or ill intent. There were only simple facts and teasing, tossed from one to the other.
Sherlock watched her eyes glitter, relaxed, calm, crystal clear lakes of green which reflected the happiness she felt when teasing him in all good fun. He would never admit it to anyone, but he enjoyed this, the teasing, the taunting, the glances, and even the touches. There might have been people in the room but for that moment, that single moment they were alone, together, just being themselves. He would have swept her into his arms, if one of them hadn't been held immobile by a sling and if there hadn't of been four other people staring at them.
It was John who brought them out of the moment. "Hamish," he muttered. Sherlock's head snapped up, remembering the last time he had said that name.
"What?" Amber questioned, her expression clearly reading her confusion.
"If you were wondering what to name your child. Hamish would be nice," John smiled.
Amber's brows knitted together as Sherlock smirked softly behind her. Megan and Lestrade had kept quiet, though they were both wondering what the hell was being talked about. "Hamish is your middle name. Why would we name a...oh," she grinned now. "Lovely, John. We'll keep that in mind if we ever do have a child," she teased back actually watching his face go blank before his shook his head in exasperation. Sherlock would have blown him off with some offensive statement but Amber, she had to be the one to tease him right back, seeing no need to be offended by the statement or suggestion.
"This has been interesting," Lestrade cleared his throat getting all of their attention. "Amber, you have to be to work in an hour. John, Sherlock, you two still need to be questioned about the incidents of yesterday. I gave you all a reprieve for the night but I can't drag it out any longer."
"Well aware of that," John mumbled as Sherlock grunted.
Lestrade merely told them that they needed to be in when Amber went to work before making Megan and Amber promise that they would be there. He left leaving the flat to the two couples.
"Go, have a shower Sherlock. I'll make us something fast for breakfast."
"How about you both go have a shower," Megan suggested before her eyes got wide. "No, no. I meant separate showers," she mumbled. "I probably should just shut up now." She blushed as she sat there looking anywhere but at her friends.
John chuckled at his girlfriend. "She's right. You each need a shower. Meg take Amber downstairs so she can shower. Sherlock will take one up here. I'll fix breakfast, if I can find anything edible in the fridge."
"Went shopping yesterday dears. I figured with all of you running about and Sherlock being shot that you probably forgot to do it yourselves. All of you just rest, I'll make the food. Just this once. I'm not your housekeeper," Mrs. Hudson said with cheer as she entered into Sherlock and John's flat.
"Thank you Mrs. Hudson," Amber said as she pulled herself off the floor. She leaned down now to kiss Sherlock lightly before heading for the door, Megan following behind her after giving John a peck. The girls disappeared downstairs as Sherlock went down the hall to his bathroom.
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