SHERLOCK'S POV

After waiting for hours for John to show up at the flat, and sending him on his way to Scotland yard, me and Abrielle had decided to find some clues of our own back at the bank. So, obviously, that's where we were now, my eyes watching Abrielle as she paced the room her mind calculating as her beautiful eyes ran over every little detail of the room and the area surrounding it, waiting until Amanda, Van Coon's receptionist, brought out the receipts we had asked of her. Abrielle was just perfect. He couldn't describe it … just whenever he looked at her he felt like the world had stopped. Which is impossible, because if the world did, in fact, stop anything not rooted to the center of the earth would cease to exist and all living things would die. But, looking at Abrielle Watson, watching as her nose crinkled up in concentration, and her hair flowed through the air in perfect curls, well … she just seemed to make the impossible happen it seemed. I snapped out of my thoughts, watching as Amanda walked into the room, several receipts in her hands as she approached us both.

"What kind of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?" I asked the woman, watching as she started spreading the receipts on her desk.

"Um, no. That's not a word I'd use. The only things Eddie appreciated had a big price tag." She replied with a small smile, much like Abrielle would do when she was remembering a fond memory from her past. I looked at Bree, watching as she glanced over at us and looked Amanda up and down, her brain still calculating as she appeared to be reaching the same conclusion as I was.

"Like that hand cream. He bought that for you, didn't he?" Abrielle questioned walking over to where we were causing something I could only describe as rhopaloceras to flutter in my stomach. That seemed to happen a lot recently. I never understood what it was, but whenever she got close to me I'd feel the same flutter. It never made sense to me.

Amanda fiddled nervously with her hair, looking up and Abrielle as if Abrielle had read her mind. "How'd you know?" She asked in a surprised tone, completely awestruck by Abrielle's deduction.

"Oh … um. My friend bought me some." She replied to the woman, causing my ears to perk up in curiosity. What friend? It certainly wasn't Raz as he could never possibly afford it. And John was her brother, so it couldn't have been him. So who else was there? Who was this rich 'friend' of hers that was buying her super expensive gifts? Was it the same so called 'friend' that she had been talking about earlier … the one that wore the super expensive suits, and the one that had called her earlier for some reason? Not to mention, why lotion of all things? She didn't need lotion. She had perfect skin, flawless skin. She was perfect the way she was. Some 'friend' he was for wasting his money on something she didn't even need. I averted my eyesight, looking through the receipts and trying to forget about this stupid 'friend' of hers.

"Look at this one. Got a taxi from home on the day he died. Eighteen pounds fifty." I stated, giving Abrielle the receipt so she could take a look.

"That would get him to the office," Amanda replied, looking over Abrielle's shoulder in confusion as if she couldn't possibly understand why a simple receipt could solve her boss's murder.

"No, it's more than that, check the time. It was mid-morning. Eighteen pounds would get him as far as the West End." Abrielle replied, looking through the rest of the receipts, as though she knew exactly what had happened. Knowing her, and her beautifully intelligent mind she probably did actually, which made everything that much better. She smiled, pulling a receipt out of the pile and handing it to me.

"Underground. Printed at one in Piccadilly." I read, my brain coming to the same conclusion Abrielle's had come to a few seconds prior.

"So he got a Tube back to the office and not a taxi," I stated, Abrielle nodding her head looking at me with excitement dazzling in her eyes.

"Yes, because he was delivering something heavy. He didn't want to lug a package up the escalator." She rambled, still going through the receipts.

"Delivering?" Amanda asked, confusion prominent in her expression. She clearly didn't understand what we were talking about. Imbecile.

"Yeah, he was delivering something somewhere near Piccadilly Station," Abrielle confirmed, not even bothering to look up from the pile of receipts she was looking through. I picked up a receipt that had fallen to the floor, knowing it was probably the receipt she was looking for, reading it as if trying to figure out what she had.

"Look Abrielle, he stopped on his way. He got peckish." I replied, connecting the dots as I handed the receipt over to the flawless woman. She read it quickly, her eyes scanning over the words as a giant grin spread across her face. She instantly stuffed the receipts in her pocket, looking at me with excitement.

"Thanks for all the help." She stated to Amanda before grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the building, the flutter in my stomach not at all holding back, as I looked down at our hands laced together as one. They fit perfectly together like enzymes and substrates, almost like we were meant to hold hands. She was the perfect combination of DNA. The perfect structure of atoms that had created the single most extraordinary living thing in any galaxy ever created. I didn't know exactly what I was feeling when I was around Abrielle Watson, or why she seemed so perfect in my eyes, but I knew one thing, I liked it. It made me feel happiness in a way that I had never felt before. It wasn't the type of happiness I felt whilst solving crimes, or using drugs. This was different. Much different. It made me feel like I could fly … if that was at all scientifically possible. It made me feel like a better person, and in all honesty, it made me feel complete. Abrielle Watson made me feel like the world is a better place, and with her by my side I know that I can and will succeed in everything I do. She was everything. She was my yin to my yang. The Watson to my Holmes. The perfect scientific partner, the perfect crime solver. The perfect everything, and I'd die before I let anything happen to her.