The Morning Fight
The next morning John was sitting eating breakfast while Sherlock was reading his paper having a cup of coffee. Irene walked out of his bedroom, after he had thought for a while last night he found her asleep on the couch and decided to move her, and sat at the table. Sherlock pasted a plate of food in front of her with pancakes on it and he slide over the maple syrup.
"Why thank you, Mr Holmes" She said groggy as she was still half asleep. He just nodded in reply as he kept reading his paper not looking up at her at all. Then there was a knock at the door; that made him look up to the door where he saw Lestrade standing there with his hands in his pocket.
"What is it now inspector?" He asked looking over to where he saw Irene for the first time that morning. He looked at how her hair looked after she just woke up, even though it was messy it still looked good to him, and how her eyes were fixed on him even while she was taking a mouthful of pancakes she looked into his eyes. He felt a that funny feeling in his stomach as he looked at her, a feeling which he still could not figure out, he quickly turned back to Lestrade and was waiting for him to continue.
"Well it seems that a young boy was found on the floor of a gymnasium dead and we need you to come take a look at him." Lestrade said as he looked over at Irene "Oh and nice hair Miss Grayson, when did you die it and what happened to your glasses?"
"Oh, last night I thought I needed a change in the way I looked and I'm not completely blind Lestrade, I can see around the house just not when im doing something that needs my full attention" She said talking American again, Sherlock looked over at her and smiled for a second before putting his mask back on, he was surprised at how fast she could put her disguise back on and make up excuses. Although he wasn't too surprised because she is almost as smart as he is.
"Well you look lovely" Lestrade said with a smile looking at her. Sherlock could see he was interested in her and he felt something, what was it? It was like anger but not the 'I'm going to punch you' anger, what was it? Wait a thought occurred to Sherlock, was this jealousy? He wasn't sure but he defiantly felt something he hadn't before. As Irene and Lestrade kept talking Sherlock kept reading his paper, although he couldn't help but look at Irene every now-and-again and look mainly at her lips. Once she caught him doing it and saw the jealousy in his eyes, she was surprised that he let it show but has to bite her bottom lip to stop from laughing at the expression he gave slightly when she had caught him staring.
"Anyway Sherlock, will you come?" Lestrade asked, more like begging for Sherlock to come
"Whose on forensics" he asked mask back in place
"Anderson"
"Anderson won't work with me" he said with disgust in his tone
"But we need you there was nothing at the crime scene we could see" Lestrade said now actually in a begging tone. Irene couldn't help but to laugh at this a little, how much Scotland Yard needed Sherlock.
"Fine, John go get changed we needed" he said looking at john who had been sitting there quietly eating breakfast
"I can't I've got a date at 9" John said looking at Sherlock
"I'll come" Irene said out of the blue
"No" Sherlock said strong, he acted like it was because he didn't want her around, but he couldn't lie to himself. He didn't want her to get recognized and hurt. As they started fighting over why she couldn't go you could see the tension between them. Lestrade and John just watched them awkwardly waiting for it to be resolved. Irene got up and walked to Sherlock who was now standing.
"Well Mr Holmes, if I don't go I'll tell your secret" She said in a serious tone. This made Sherlock freeze in his tracks he did not say a word. After a little bit of thinking he told her to go get changed and get ready. She walked of seductively and went to the bedroom to go get changed. Lestrade and John just looked at Sherlock surprise on their face's thinking what it could have been that made him say yes.
Battle of the Intelligent
When they got at to the crime scene there was complete silence. Everyone couldn't believe that Sherlock was getting out of the car with an attractive girl with glasses. They all stood there their mouths hung open in awe; Lestrade just strolled over and greeted them as if it was nothing unusual. He showed them to the gymnasium and the body. Sherlock had multiple ideas and he could see that Irene did too.
"Ok Miss Grayson" he said trying to sound normal as to not arouse suspicion. "What do you believe happened?"
"It's obvious isn't it?" She said looking at him confused that he had asked for her input
"Well yes" He stated kind of up himself "but I want to see what you have observed now" He said now pointing to the body
"Well it is all quite simple" she said beginning "He was obviously bashed into the side of the head with a blunt instrument; he wasn't killed by that though he was killed by blood loss. He was here working out on the machines as you can see and smell off him and he was not attacked…"
"Wait what?" Asked Lestrade looking at her in confusion but she just kept talking.
"He wasn't attacked this was suicide as you can see from his hands and his forehead he was in stress from exams or something and had family issues. He couldn't take it anymore and smashed his head in with a weight." She said looking at Sherlock to see if she got anything wrong after a moment he smirked at her.
"Very good Miss Grayson but what wait did he use?" he asked smiling to see if she could deduce which weight, of course it was the 5k as he was only twelve and that's all he could pick up.
"Well looking at him and how small he is, even if he did work out I would say he used the 3 kg one" She said looking at him in victory, but when his smirk got larger and she could see the victory in his eyes she sighed knowing she had picked the wrong one.
"It was actually the 5kg and I know that because he did work out in the gym so could lift more and I looked over at the 5kg weight on the way in and it had traces of blood on it" he said in a triumphant tone. He went and picked up the weight and showed it to them, when he was done they took fingerprints and called Anderson in to come and get them. As soon as he came into the room he saw Irene and his mouth went open. She laughed at this and went over to him, patted him on the cheek, and left without saying another word. Sherlock watched her and laughed the slightest bit too then he saw people looking at him so he went back to his normal self and walked out Anderson standing there looking at him. As he walked past and went up to Lestrade and asked how she got here and when Lestrade said he was with Sherlock, well let's just say Sherlock got his phone out and took a picture to show Irene his face to.
When he got outside Irene waved to him to show him she was getting a cab. Once they were in Sherlock showed Irene the picture and she couldn't stop laughing. Sherlock loved that laugh but would never tell her or show it. He just sat there staring at her watching her laugh. When she turned her head to say something their eyes locked and their lips had brushed one another they were that close. They looked into each-other's eyes, she looked down at his lips and how close they were. Her pulse was rising, fast. But so was his as he looked down at her lips and it would just take one little move forward for their lips to be joined, just one little move and they'd be kissing. They both looked back up into eyes again waiting to see he would give in first, who would be the one who moved forward to complete the kiss. He felt the feeling again, it wouldn't go away around her and he didn't understand why. While he was in his thoughts something happened, something he wasn't sure what just now as he was just getting back to reality but something had definitely happened. He's head became clear and he realised what had happened.
A/N: Sorry for the delay (did i spell that right?) Guys & Girls i've been busy so here's the next 2 chapters and i'll post the next one on Tuesday. Hope you enjoyed it and please review
-Amy :)