Here we are, it's short, but enjoy!
"Oh no, not again."
"What?" Sherlock asks, looking over to me.
"Nothing," I cover quickly, peeling my eyes away from the picture. "I just need some fresh air." I head out of the room, my mind racing.
"Jane, wait." He states, grabbing my arm so I turn. I watch his mask fall, silently worrying about me, before he quickly catches himself. "Don't forget to get a look around."
"Yeah, sure," I mumble, walking out. I hurry down to the lobby, and sit in a chair far away from other people. I pull out my phone, dialing the number before I can change my mind.
"Hiii!" He sings his greeting.
"Yeah, hi Jim, could you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Tell me what you're planning, right now."
"And just why would I do that?"
"Because Sherlock was called to the bank, about some graffiti, which I know you've been associated with before."
"Aww, baby sister's growing up!"
"Tell me."
"Umm, no, I don't think I will."
"Why not?"
"I have plans, Jane, and I don't like when they get disrupted."
"What do you think I'm going to do, run to Sherlock and tell him everything? I'm not a toddler anymore, I learned my lesson."
"I'm not sharing my plans, Jane, and that's final." He hangs up without another word. I shove my phone in my pocket angrily, letting out a huff.
"Love trouble?" Someone asks above me, chuckling softly. I look up and see her, staring slightly. God, she's hot.
"N-no," I stutter, looking away quickly to cover myself. "My brother is being a prat and won't talk to me."
"Oh, sorry," she chuckles again, sitting down next to me.
"It's okay," I spit out quickly so she doesn't get discouraged. "Almost everyone would automatically assume that was the case and even though it's not I'm still having boy troubles and I'm rambling now aren't I?" I take a breath and she laughs.
"You're cute," she says, smiling. I feel my cheeks heat up at this.
"Th-thanks, you are too," I stumble. I blush even more when I register what I just said.
"Thanks! Do you have a pen, or paper?" I check my pockets, and find exactly what she asked.
"Here," I hand them over, and watch as she scribbles on the paper. She gives them back soon, and I look down to see what she wrote. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod she gave me her number. Oh my God.
"Call me sometime, maybe we can go out," she says, standing up. I look up at her and smile.
"Okay," I say as she walks away. I feel so lucky, my God.
"Jane," I hear Sherlock call.
"What, Sherlock?" I ask, almost annoyed.
"Ready to go?"
"Sure." I stand up and make my way towards him, slipping her number into my pocket.
"What's that?" He asks, staring at me for my answer.
"Nothing important," I lie.
I just love hella bisexual Watson. It's debated in the show, but I wanted to put in here.
This chapter is kind of a filler, but it's still important.
Please tell me how I'm doing! I don't want to keep updating blind.
