Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 2 of Supposed to Be. Thank you to those who have reviewed this story. It really does mean a lot to me. I know I'll be making this series a very slow burn if it has to do with the romance between Sherlock and Iseabail. I hope that you guys enjoy this next chapter. Without further ado Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Iseabail had taken a taxi to go to Saint Bartholomew's hospital. She knew his schedule from the many years that she knew him. She got out of the taxi and paid the gentleman that had taken her to Saint Barts. She looked at the building and slung her messenger bag over her shoulder as she walked into the hospital.

She let out a soft sigh as she headed down to the morgue to see if he was in there. Normally he was when he was bored out of his mind and didn't have a case to work. It always seemed to happen. She pushed the door open to the morgue and saw Molly about to head out of the morgue.

"Iseabail." Molly said in surprise seeing the young woman there. She knew that Iseabail was busy working at the New Scotland Yard. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Sherlock." Iseabail said to Molly. "Do you know where he is?"

"He is in the lab. I'm going to get him coffee." Molly said softly.

Iseabail looked at Molly with a sad look. "I'm sorry that Sherlock is being rude again to you. He just doesn't know feelings."

Molly smiled a forced smile knowing that Iseabail's words were true.

"Thank you for telling me where he is at." Iseabail said as she walked towards the labs. "Sherly you really are troublesome." She walked down the various hallways leading to the labs. She opened the door to the lab. "Sherly."

Sherlock looked up from his Petri dish. "Iseabail." He said in his normal greeting towards her. He hadn't expected her to be there. But perhaps she had been asked to come and talk to him because of his text messages and if she was then she was wasting her time and knew it.

Iseabail shook her head. "What the hell were you thinking, Sherly? Sending those text messages while I was at the press conference with Detective Inspector Lestrade?" She asked, crossing her arms looking at him with a look that made Sherlock purse his lips together. She was frustrated with him and she was letting him know that this time he had gone way too far.

"You know me, Iseabail. And why do you insist on calling me that?" He said with an exasperated sigh. He hated it when she called him Sherly. She wasn't the only one that called him Sherly… Mycroft did the same thing with him, but not as often as she did. It was irritating to have such a nickname like that. And she wasn't his friend anymore and it stirred something inside of him that he didn't like.

Iseabail rolled her eyes. "I won't stop calling you that. You know why. It wouldn't make me, well me." She crossed her arms. "Are you done trying to make the New Scotland Yard look like idiots?" She was exhausted and was in a pretty bad mood because of the lack of sleep. Unlike Sherlock she needed her sleep to keep sharp and her moods in check.

"You're not the one that is incompetent." Sherlock said as he began to use a pipette to squeeze a few drops of liquid into the Petri dish he had in front of him.

"Incompetent really Sherly?" She shook her head lightly as she went back to scold him for thinking that they were incompetent working. "I wouldn't be saying that about some of them. Anderson maybe, but the others not so much." She said, snapping a little bit of irritation written clear across his face.

Sherlock rolled his eyes knowing that she was just trying to cover for the few friends that she had in the department. But he really did think that they were incompetent to do their job. They weren't catching criminals as easily.

There was a knock on the door letting Iseabail and Sherlock know that whoever they were they were coming into that room which stopped their conversation.

Mike came into the room with a friend of his John in tow.

Sherlock and Iseabail looked over momentarily before going back to what they were doing.

"I'm just giving you a warning. Try not to make an issue for our department please. I don't think I can deal with Donovan all over my ass again." Iseabail said, shaking her head lightly.

"Well, bit different from my day." John said, looking around.

Mike chuckled. "You've no idea."

Sherlock sat down ignoring what Iseabail had said to him.

"Just remember what I said, Sherly." Iseabail said walking out of the room. She saw Molly heading towards the lab.

"Everything is alright?" She asked curiously looking at Iseabail with a concerned look seeing the look that was on Iseabail's face.

"He's a stubborn arse." She grumbled, shaking her head. "I'll see you around Molly. I have to get some rest."

"Okay. Have a good day, Iseabail. Try to get some rest." She said as she walked into the lab. She was quite concerned about how long Iseabail was staying up to do her job and it concerned her to see her so tired.

Iseabail walked out and hailed a cab to leave the hospital. As she hailed the cab her phone went off. She slipped into the cab and told him where to take her which was home to her flat. She let out a soft sigh before getting her phone out of her black blazer. She opened the text message from a number that she didn't know. She quirked a copper eyebrow.

If brother has green ladder arrest brother. SH

Iseabail let out a soft sigh. She got out of the text message and dialed up Greg's number. She closed her eyes as she rested her head back against the seat.

"Iseabail what is it?" Greg asked his voice lacing over with concern wondering why Iseabail was calling him when she should have been at home resting.

"I got a message from Sherlock… after I just got done talking to him." She said to Greg her voice laced over with tiredness.

"And what did Sherlock have to say?"

"He solved the case… His message said If brother has green ladder arrest brother."

"That bloody bastard."

"I know… I had just left him." She shook her head lightly. "That means we got one case solved out of dozens we haven't solved." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "What do you want me to do Greg? Do you want me to come in?"

"No, Iseabail, get some rest alright?"

"Alright Greg I'll be sure to do that. I just thought that you would want me to be there to help you arrest the guy."

"Everything will be fine, Iseabail. Just get some rest and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright. Thanks Greg."

"You need sleep. You're going to end up running yourself into the ground."

"Thanks for that Greg. I'll be sure to not do that."

"Bye."

"Bye." Iseabail hung up her phone and saw that she was outside of her flat complex. She got out of the taxi and paid the cabbie before heading up to her flat. She pulled her keys out and unlocked her door. She put her bag down onto the floor and closed the door. She rubbed her face tiredly. That shift was a long one and she knew that she needed to sleep. She slipped her blazer off hanging it up and kicked her shoes off.

She picked up her phone and sent a text to Sherlock's phone telling him next time to just tell her when she was with him that if something dealt with a case that he should tell her right then and there instead of sending her a text message. She sent it and then walked into her bedroom. She quickly changed out of her work clothes and slipped a night gown on before crawling into bed. Her phone went off and she picked it up.

I will keep that in mind. SH

Iseabail rolled her eyes. "He's going to end up shortening that noose up around his neck to where he will end up hanging himself." She said, shaking her head before she covered herself up and shutting the light off in her bedroom.

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This is the end of Chapter 2. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I hope you all liked the interaction between Sherlock and Iseabail. I know it's rather bumpy isn't it? And we've been introduced to John only just for a short minute. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible. Until next time.