Chapter 9: Secrets
You come back to Baker Street at around nine o'clock. You had gone home and taken a shower, changed clothes and had some dinner and a few drinks before re-entering Sherlock's flat.
You find him in his usual spot, talking with a skull, before the lady from earlier, who has been introduced to you as Mrs. Hudson, took it away once you entered the room. This made Sherlock sigh.
"I've noticed that you have an awful lot of free time for a College student."
You shrug, "I manage my time wisely."
"You've never answered me properly... Why a lawyer?"
"Well... Why did you-.. Why would any SANE person would want to become a detective? For justice. You work to discover justice, I speak for it."
You lay your coat and purse on the couch and take a seat on the arm of the couch.
"What did you find out in my absence by the way?"
"Well..." Sherlock began, "Our murderer is obviously part of the British government, hence he found a way to get into the systems and take down her information. The fan had a chain of lovers and proclaimed herself to be Irene... Out of obsession or envy."
Sherlock pauses and turns his head to see you,
"But who in the British government would have the power to delete someone so suddenly, instantly and without a trace..."
You blink a few times, as you whispered to yourself a name.
Sherlock noticed your lips move and immediately stood up,
"What did you say?"
"I.. It's nothing really..."
"What name did you say?!"
"I said.."
Sherlock walks clover to you and you stand up,
"I said Mycroft."
Sherlock's eyes widen as he jumps in joy, "OH OF COURSE!"
You remember John talking about all the things Sherlock's brother did, something that made you suspect him of being the one that made this mess.
"It wasn't him though... Oh no. He wouldn't get his hands dirty. He sent one of his goons to track her down thinking she was The Woman, the actual one, the goon not knowing who she was shot the woman, killing her, and tried to kill Troy but missed him and didn't dare to chase him down."
Sherlock looked incredibly happy as he took one step closer to you and took a hold of your face,
"That was brilliant! You're brilliant!"
He said with a smile, you smiled back and felt slightly sad because you knew he was going to pull away and then push you out of his life once John came back. But instead he did something unexpected.
Sherlock brought his face closer to yours and roughly pressed his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed, yet you couldn't find the inner strength to pull away.
After a few seconds Sherlock let go and you blink finding it surprising that he was blushing too. You look down shyly, as Sherlock pulled his hands away from you.
"I um..."
Even he was in a loss for words.
A heat of the moment kiss. It was only that. Nothing meaningful at all. you thought to yourself as you took a step back, "It's alright, dear..." you say as you look up at him again. Losing yourself in his bright blue eyes.
Sherlock began to shake his head, "No... No.. No."
He began walking back and forth in the room,
"You don't understand... This is becoming troubling to me. Ever since the first time you called me 'dear'. You were still dating John and you did not call him anything like such. I pointed it out to you! Then we kept making eye contact and following each other and you kept being brilliant. And it's making me feel unsure. You're becoming a distraction to me. You're.. You're..."
"Bringing the human out of you..."
You finally say, Sherlock turns to you and runs his hand through his hair.
"Yes. I'm afraid I'm... Developing a certain... Liking for you... But this is wrong! In all possible ways! I mean... You dated John! What would I do with one of his girls? What would I do with a girl in general?!"
"I'm not your typical girl, Sherlock.. And don't worry... This will be kept a secret." You poke his chest while saying, "Between you... And I."
Sherlock looks down at you, tilting his head. He almost looked like he was about to kiss you once more but before he could do anything, you quickly kiss his cheek, grab your belongings and run away from there.
That was meant to be your last goodbye. Put plans never go as expected now do they?