Three months had come and gone, Tara had seen John a few times now. But with the ballet show going on she was limited to how much free time she had. Being a lead role in the ballet was one of the best things she had ever done… But it wasn't her desired field of work, more of like a plan B after everything that had happened to her. She had always wanted to be a doctor and join the army, but after her father was framed she had no choice but to fall back onto her other hobby.
She never was really sure how the whole thing had happened; she had always been the only child. Her mother had died at birth so she grew up by herself with her father. Her dad worked as a doctor too, one of the reasons she had wanted to become one, she used to go in after school and make daily rounds to the patients who didn't have any families. The hospital was a sad place to be but she enjoyed the people there.
Tara walked up the stairs and to the front door of apartment 221B and knocked on the door, she could hear the sweet sound of a violin being played, but as soon as she rang the bell the sound stopped. John opened the door a few beats later with a smile on his face.
"Hey." He said as he opened the door wider for her, "Let me grab my coat and keys and we can head out."
"It's a nice place you have here." Tara smiled as she looked around. The place was cluttered something she could probably never handle and a yellow smiley face on the wall. When she turned to the direction John had gone she was met face to face with a tall brown haired man who eyed her.
"Sherlock this is Tara, the girl I was telling you about, Tara this is Sherlock Holmes." John informed as he noticed the two staring each other down.
"Hello." Tara said politely as she looked around the flat.
"You're Tara." Sherlock seemed to say matter of factly.
"Em, yes… and you're Sherlock."
"You seem uncertain."
"Em, no I am not."
"Your posture proves differently, you're not used to messy spaces so you're rather OCD, you stand on your feet awkwardly suggesting that you are a dancer, ballet probably, your clothes suggest that you make pretty good money and aren't used to this part of London, and you seem to avoid eye contact as often as possible, so you're hiding. What from though only you know. You're alone, very alone, you don't have any siblings and you're parents are living in a faraway country, probably the US." He finished smugly, like he had accomplished a great deal.
"I… em… How did you know that? How could you possibl-"
"Alright, are you ready?" John interrupted as he came in through around the corner.
"Oh? Right… Yes." Tara replied forgetting to respond to Sherlock as he went back to playing his violin.
"We're going out, Mrs. Hudson." He yells down the hallway as they walk out the door.
"She seems like a nice person." Tara mused as she hugged her jacket closer to herself when the wind blew in her face, moving her curly hair everywhere.
"She is. Well you kind of have to be living with Sherlock." He smiled as he waved down a cab.
"Thank you."
"Where to?" The cabbie asked.
John gave the cabbie the address as Tara settled into the seat behind the driver. "So are you going to tell me where we are going?"
"Maybe later." John smirked.
"Why so mysterious, Mr. Watson?"
"No reason I just wanted to do something special."
"Really now?"
"Yes."
Two hours later….
"Thank you for dinner, John, it was really good." Tara smiled as she slipped her jacket on and walked out the door that John was holding open. "Thank you."
"Of course." John nodded as he followed her out. They walked quietly for a few minutes while Tara got time to think. The sky shimmered above them with the sight of stars as the wind gusted around them.
"So, you seem to have a really… colorful… roommate there." Tara said
"I love how you describe him." John chuckled as he slid his arm around her waist.
"I don't know what else to call him. Do you usually talk about your girlfriends to your roommate?"
"I em… no? Why?"
"He seemed to know an unusual amount of things about me."
"Yeah, that's Sherlock, he's like that. He deduces things you see."
"The science of deduction. Right."
"You know about it?"
"A colleague I work with loves that blog. I didn't connect the dots until now though."
"Yeah, he's definitely interesting."
"I would imagine, he probably keeps you on your f-" Tara is interrupted by a man in a dark colored jacket.
"GIVE ME YOUR WALLETS AND PHONES NOW!"
John wasted no time throwing him the wallet but Tara hesitated. She knew that voice, that evil voice that would demand everything from someone.
"COME ON LADY! I SAID NOW!" The man pulled a gun out.
"Alright, lets just calm down for us please, Tara give him the phone and wallet."
"Steven." She whispered as she took a step forwards. "What are you doing?!"
"Tara!" John said as he stepped in front of her to guard her from the gun that was being pointed at them.
"Tanaira, give me your damn phone or your friend here gets it."
Tara sank into John's back, "John, I think he is drunk. It isn't good to be anywhere near him when he is drunk. He is violent."
"Alright, question is where did he get the gun?"
"It's easier than you might think." Tara regretted to say but she had to.
"Are you in trouble Steven?"
"DON'T TALK TO ME!" He said as four gun shots rang out….