JOHN'S POV
So for some reason, not only did Abrielle and Sherlock flirt with each other now … apparently they share a room too! I mean it was after all a logical assumption considering he was just letting her stay in his room without so much as a complainant. I was really beginning to see some tension between those two. From the way they looked at eachother I'd say they rather liked each other, no, sorry, not like … love is better word. They can't go a minute without thinking about each other. And what's more their eyes say it all. Every Time they look at each other their eyes brighten up considerably, as if they were mesmerized by each other. Yet, through all of this they act as if they can't stand each other, as if they want to be as far away from one another as possible. The tension surrounding the pair of them when they were together was unbearable, at least for me. They loved each other yet they hated each other … they wanted to see each other, yet they wanted to be as far away from one another as they could. They were like teenagers, battling with their emotions! It was like watching a bloody soap opera for crying out loud! Couldn't they just skip the dramatics and cut to the chase. Sherlock loves Abrielle. Sherlock loves … my sister. Alright, that just sounds very, very wrong. Sherlock doesn't love anybody! And definitely NOT my sister, I'd die before I let my sister even kiss him! I did not want those two together, not at all! I spent my whole life trying to keep her safe ... there is no way I am going to just let her love the one man stupid enough to chase after murderers for his job. Speaking of his job, why haven't we given the police this information yet, shouldn't we have gone by now? What the hell were we waiting for?
"It's been two hours, what are we waiting for why haven't we been to the police about this yet?" I asked, trying to make heads or tails about what Sherlock was doing not taking this information immediately to the police.
"Your sister, that's why." I heard him reply, his tone distracted as he looked towards his room in concentration.
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked him, making sure I hadn't misheard him. Did he really just say that the reason we weren't going to the police station yet was my own sister? How is that a reason? Why would Sherlock's excuse for us sitting here for two hours be Abrielle?
"I'm waiting for your sister. I don't want to leave without her." He answered, proving that I had indeed heard him correctly. Alright, so I understand that he is seemingly in 'love' with my sister, but does he really need to go everywhere with her like a little love sick puppy? Couldn't we just go to the police without her?
"Why? What does she have to do with any of this?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow at his strange attitude. I mean, he's been constantly trying to avoid her, and now all of a sudden he wants her help? I thought he was the great Sherlock Holmes that was smarter than everyone and anyone, or at least so he says. What was with this sudden interest in her? And why out of all of the people in the world would she help us? She never wanted to help me … ever! And she would most certainly say no to me if I even asked if she wanted to come with us. I mean she hasn't for the past week, so why would she change her mind now? It's not like she had anything to do with this case after all. So why in the name of all that is holy would Sherlock being waiting for her?
"Everything, John. She has everything to do with this. She's important. Without your little sister we wouldn't be anywhere near finding out who was behind those murders. We need her John, she's a genius. On another note I would like to know why she's been in my room for so long." Sherlock stated, looking at me in curiosity, as if he were expecting an answer from me.
"Maybe she's sleeping." I said with the shrug of my shoulders. It seems logical, I mean she had after all been in there for a really long time … and there wasn't really much she could do in Sherlock's room. So the only explanation to why she is still in Sherlock's room is that she's sleeping.
"No, she wouldn't be, Her breathing pattern would have changed."
"You've been listening to my sister breathe, That's creepy." I replied, staring at Sherlock like he was insane. Liking my sister was one thing, and following her like a lovesick dog was too … but listening to her breathe THROUGH THE WALLS might I add is quite another. That's just stalker creepy. In fact if he wasn't one of my best friends then I definitely would have punched him in the face by now. That's just way too far.
"It's not me listening it's her breathing loudly." Sherlock explained, rolling his eyes at my stupidity. So either I'm right and Sherlock is a stalker, or Sherlock has been holding out on me and forgot to mention the fact that he was born with the power of super hearing. Either way it would have been a whole lot easier if he just asked her, instead of being a creep and listening to her breathe.
"Did you ever consider just going in your room and asking her if she wants to come with us?" I explained, stating the obvious yet again, watching as Sherlock looked at me in confusion.
"Of course you didn't that's too simple for you." I said, walking towards Sherlock's locked door, Sherlock following not that far behind with the key to the room in his hands. Everything always had to be so complicated, and thought out. When really he's missing the easiest solutions that are just sitting right in front of his face.
I grabbed the key from him, unlocking the door and ushering both of us inside to see Abrielle passed out on the bed.
"See I told you, she's asleep." I stated, smiling at my sister's sleeping form. She was so innocent when she's asleep. So young and sweet, so unlike the angry, secretive person I've seen lately. She was just so … pure.
"She's not asleep." Sherlock said, taking me away from my thoughts.
"Yes she is, she clearly is." I said in a harsh tone. What did he mean? She was laying on the bed with her eyes closed and she hadn't talked to us once since we had entered. She has to be asleep!
"She isn't her breathing pattern is off and her body is stiff. She's clearly awake." Sherlock explained, walking over to Abrielle and poking her. Before I can even register what happened a blur of my sister, flipped Sherlock over onto the bed and had him pinned to the bed with a knife. A KNIFE! My sister, correction … my younger sister had A KNIFE on her person that was now aiming right at Sherlock's neck. If she didn't move that knife soon this could turn ugly fast.
"Oh my god, Sherlock, I'm so sorry! I was asleep and Someone poked me and I thought I was being attacked." Abrielle said, taking the knife away from Sherlock's throat and placing it on the bed as quickly as she possibly could. It was like she hadn't even realized that it was Sherlock until she stopped to take a good look. Which meant she was still groggy from sleep, which means she was in fact still asleep, which means I was right and Sherlock was wrong!
"I told you she was asleep!" I yelled in victory, the two other people in the room not even hearing what I said as they looked dreamily into each other's eyes. I mean seriously, it was like I didn't exist and it was just them in the room together. If I'm lucky they might even kiss, which would of course end up with my hand 'accidentally' slipping and punching Sherlock in the face.
"I'm sorry that I tried to kill you." Abrielle said, holding out her hand to help pull Sherlock up. Seriously, you're sorry. Abrielle never apologizes, never. Manners to her is just a weakness … or as she says a murder just waiting to happen. To my sister they show that you care, and that just means a killer could snap your neck at the blink of an eye. So if apologies and any type of manners were a weakness why was she apologizing to Sherlock?
"No it's my fault, I shouldn't have poked you while you were sleeping." Sherlock objected, as he dusted himself off, straightening his shirt as he did so. Alright what was going on here. First Abrielle apologizes, and now Sherlock does too? Was I in the twilight zone because this definitely wouldn't happen in real life. Not at all.
"No problem. You probably thought I was awake. Just don't do it again, I could have killed you!" Abrielle announced, her tone obviously worried for the detective's safety.
"It wouldn't be the first time someone has tried to kill me either." Sherlock started, only to be interrupted by my laughter. Abrielle just showed that she was worried about Sherlock, and all he did to try and calm her worries was to tell her that it wasn't the first time he's had his life threatened? Really? Good god was he terrible at comforting people! This was just sad.
"So would you like to join us, we were waiting for you before we went to the police with this information." He continued, giving me a confused glare. Yeah sure, like he's confused about me. I'm more confused than he is, this was so not the Sherlock and Abrielle I know that's for sure. And what's more even after all of that he still asked her to come with us. Like she would.
"Sure, let's go." She said, much to my surprise as she left the room in a hurry. Why would she want to go? She never wants to go! So why now? Well the answer was obvious … Sherlock asked her. She was clearly head over heels for him, even if she had put a knife to his neck. But still, she loved him. It's why she felt the need to come with us all of sudden.
"Well that was interesting." Sherlock remarked, turning towards me with a smile on his face. Did he just say interesting? That wasn't at all what I'd call interesting.
"She was ready to kill you, how is that interesting?"
"She seemed awake, not only that but now we know that she sleeps as if someone is going to attack her. We can rule out assassin now. So most likely she's a cop or spy of some sort."
"Yay! So no matter what it ends up being, my sister is always going to be in the midst of trouble, that's just fantastic!" I sarcastically said, rolling my eyes that were filled to the brim with both anger and worry. Not only was I angry because I've been trying to protect her all her life, and I couldn't even protect her from her job. But I was worried. Worried that one day she's going to die because of that job and it'll only be me to blame.
"Yeah it is rather fantastic. I'm starting to like your sister more and more, she's amazing! Maybe having her around isn't so bad."
"I'm glad that you found your new best friend but this is anything but great for me. I spent all my life trying to protect her, and now she's constantly in danger, She keeps a knife with her when she sleeps for crying out loud!" I explained, the fear of her dangerous job weighing me down.
"She'll be fine John. She can take care of herself, besides I have a feeling that she works with people who would not take her death lightly." Sherlock said, giving me a thoughtful look. Alright so people who didn't take death lightly. So she's a good guy. A good guy with good people backing her up. Maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe she'll be alright.
"Come on boys, I'm not waiting for you two all day!" Abrielle said from outside the room, causing both Sherlock and myself to roll our eyes at her. I wasn't perfectly alright with this whole dangerous job thing, and the whole knife incident, but knowing that Sherlock thought she worked with very safe people that cared about her … well it made it just the tiniest bit better. For now at least.
