I'm SO sorry this chapter is so late! I got caught up with the end of the school year (yay) and the start of summer school PE (boo). I also sorta forgot, but I'm trying to finish this. I have a lot to go if I want to finish where I wanted, at least a dozen more chapters at this rate. I'm trying my best, as always, and I hope it turns out decent. Sorry this is short, but I don't have specific spots to stop during the episode. Hope you like it, and see you on the other side.


"Did I get anything else wrong?" Sherlock asks as the cab pulls away, leaving us on the corner.

"Harry and me have almost always gotten along. Clara and Harry got engaged about three months ago, moved to America to be by her family," I tell him, starting for the crime scene.

"I expected to get a lot more right."

"Also, Harry is short for Harriet." He stops walking all together, realizing what I meant. "But don't worry! I still liked to hear you work it out, even if it wasn't all right." He starts walking again. I start to go beneath the police tape, but a woman stops me.

"Sorry, you can't come in here-" She pauses, looking at Sherlock. "Hello freak."

"Don't call him that," I whisper to myself, making her look at me for a moment.

"I'm here to see Detective Inspector Lestrade," Sherlock states.

"Why?" The woman asks, irritated.

"I was invited."

"Why?" She asks again.

"I think he wants me to take a look."

"Well, you know what I think, don't you?"

"Hi, Jane Watson," I interrupt.

"This is Sergeant Donovan. Donovan, Jane Watson."

"I'm a colleague of Sherlock's." She turns to him.

"Colleague? How did you get a colleague?"

"I looked passed his quirks, and I don't call him freak." I glower at her. She stays silent as I duck under the tape. "Nice meeting you, Sergeant."

"Sherlock's here," I hear her say behind me as I start for the crime scene. "Bringing him in." Sherlock runs to catch me, matching my strides.

"Thank you," he says, unemotionally. I turn and smile up at him.

"You're welcome." He smiles a little in return, but it soon drops from his face.

"Ah, Anderson." A man comes walking towards us, pulling gloves off his hands.

"This is a crime scene. I don't want it contaminated, are we clear on that?" The man looks over at me, finally noticing me. "Hello, who are you?" He asks flirtatiously. Affair.

"Jane Watson, but it doesn't matter. Is your wife away for long?" I respond sweetly.

"Who told you I'm married?" He sounds intrigued, but I know better than to fall for it.

"Your deodorant told me that. Sherlock, what would you say about his deodorant?" I turn slightly to look at him.

"It's for men," he replies shortly.

"Of course it's for men, I'm wearing it!" Anderson yells angrily at Sherlock.

"So's Sergeant Donovan." His face goes pale, looking over at Donovan.

"Oh, look, it's vaporized," I comment jokingly, smiling. "Come along, Holmes. There's a crime scene." Sherlock follows me as I start into the building.

"How the hell did she know all of that?" I hear Donovan whisper behind me. I stop walking, and turn back to them.

"There's more to a person than how you see them. Don't judge people next time, Sally Donovan." Her face goes pale as I turn again, heading to where Sherlock is standing at the base of the stairs. I start to walk up, but he pulls at my wrist for me to stop. I turn to look at him, my furrowed brow silently asking him what he was doing. He stands still for a moment before moving closer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"Um, Sherlock?" I ask after a few moments. He lets go of me almost immediately.

"Right, the crime scene. Sorry about that." He says, awkwardly shuffling from one foot to the other.

"Don't apologize, I liked it. But, why? You don't seem the type." He looks reluctant to answer, but he clears his throat.

"You stood up for me, twice in twenty four hours. It's not every day someone does that for me, so thank you." I give him a small smile as a few footsteps boom from upstairs.

"Sherlock! You coming up or what?" A voice calls down to us.

"Right, come on. No use standing around when a murderer is on the loose," Sherlock tells me, sharing my smile. He grabs my hand and runs up the stairs, leaving behind any shred of doubt I had about this Sherlock Holmes.


There you go, another one! Remember, I'm trying, and I'll see you soon with the next one.

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