Five: John Watson (Alexandria P.o.V)

I left the hospital on day twelve. I went to live at my mothers flat for a while. We went out and bought me more clothes, a laptop, new furniture, and renewed some of my debit cards and my I.D. card that was all lost in the explosion.

September 9th to the 17th, I lived at my mom's place. During all of this, I looked for a flat for myself, and I finally found one. So, I moved out eight days later and moved into a really cute place at 221A, Baker Street.

I spent all of the eighteenth day of September moving in. By the end of the nineteenth, I was bored. Bored. There was nothing to do. I didn't want to go out, really. There was nothing to do on the computer. I've done all of that already. I could go see a movie, I guess, but I want to get used to my flat.

I plopped down on the couch, lounging. There was nothing to do. No one to see. My best friend, Vanessa, was on a date with her boyfriend Brian tonight, so we couldn't do anything together. Then, phone rang. "Hello?" I asked, keeping myself on my side, but my head was turned and I was staring up at my white ceiling.

"Do you speak French, Crystal?" the voice asked on the other side.

"How did you know?" It was obviously Sherlock.

"The way you speak. I can hear your strain to speak English. And you spoke it at the museum. For good reason, I understand. How many are there... eleven?"

"Lucky guess. Twelve if you count English."

"Ah, yes. Of course. How did you manage twelve languages?"

"Through high school and college I doubled or tripled on language classes."

"Don't they get mixed up."

"Oh, all the time. People do sometimes understand though." I laughed.

"Anyway, I need a translation."

"Of what?"

"You'll see. Do you live in 221A or 220B. Wait. Never mind. I'll guess." He ended the call right there, leaving me staring at my phone in wonder. Who the hell was this guy anyway?

Then, the doorbell rang. No way... I stood and hurried over to the door. I peered out the peep hole. Sherlock and John stood there. No freakin' way. I opened the door leaned against the door frame, crossed my arms, and looking at them curiously. "How did you find me?"

"We live in 221B." Sherlock grinned hugely.

"Do you, now?" I asked, ignoring the thumping in my heart. It was weird. As I looked at both individually, I realized I didn't know who was making me do this.

"Yes. We thought you'd better come say hello. Well, of course, I smelled your perfume, first before I thought we'd come over and say hi."

"I was serious about dinner." John states. I smile at him.

"Of course. I'd love to." I said, not bothering for Sherlock's expression. I knew right away when I saw John that I would like him. He was by far more likable then Sherlock, the way I see it. He's sarcastic, he's got the physical comedy thing going, he's nice, and he is pretty cute.

"We're not working on a case right now, so I suppose any time is fine."

"I have nothing going on tonight. I am bored." I said.

"Sure, no problem."

"Dinner and a movie?"

"Of course." John grinned.

"I'll be ready in ten minutes."

"But-" Sherlock said, "You have to translate-" I closed the door in his face, then called behind him.

"It was slipped into your pocket, Sherlock. It was given to you by some foreign exchange student. Were you on a college campus recently?" I called.

"How did she know..." I heard him mumble.

"It says, 'Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again.' Not a case started, Sherlock. Sorry. John, just wait there a moment."

I ducked into my bedroom and changed into the nicest thing I had. A long, blue sweater, dark jeans, some blue and silver jewelry and my new black boots. I did my hair in a loose bun, making it nice, but casual. I did light make up, and left my phone at home.

When I opened the door, both John and Sherlock were still there. I eyes Sherlock curiously. "Is he coming?" I asked, pointing to Sherlock. He gave me a look like Fine then left, leaving John and I alone. "Hi." I said, holding out my hand, "I'm Crystal Greene."

"I'm John Watson." he laughed, taking my hand.

"What movie should we see?" We started downstairs.

"Let's talk about it over dinner."

"And then I said..." I said, and paused, trying to think of a punchline. Since I was a made up girl, I had a made up story as well, "I've got a problem for your solution." John and I burst into laughter.

I was right. He was funny, and he appreciated good humor. I learned about his whole military life, and what high school was like for him. Every time he asked me about my life, I gave him a few unhelpful adjectives and asked him more about himself.

He liked working with Sherlock Holmes, it was fun, and gave him a sense of adventure. He kind of missed being in the war, believe it or not, and investigating murders was fun. There was suspense in it.

He suspected that Holmes was gay. Quite gay. I informed him that he was not. Definitely not gay. He asked how I knew. "Intuition." I said, raising an eyebrow, "And he kept staring at Rachel's boobs the other day. Like, he couldn't really concentrate on our conversation."

"It wasn't a conversation. You two were flirting. I've never seen him flirt with anyone before." John said, laughing a bit.

"Really? Never? Why would he choose to flirt with me?"

"He wanted to know where the security room was, I suppose. Still, even when he wants to get somewhere high-access, he never flirts."

"I'm nothing to flirt with. I'm boring." I said, taking a drink of my soda.

"I can't deny that, Crystal. Tell me about yourself."

"Well," I decided to go from truth to lies, "I lived in America for the first few years of my life before I moved to Korea for a couple of years. My mother spoke it fluently and she understood the culture. I was four when we moved. Then, when I was seven, we moved to London. When I was eleven, my dad was killed. Murdered. The police never found who killed him. High school was hard without him, but I pushed through. Actually, during my junior year, I took the SAT test one weekend and I got a high score. So, I took night time college classes while I decided what I wanted to do. I didn't know for the longest time what I wanted to do. Now, I'm finally saving up for school again. I want to be a history teacher."

"A history teacher. You're working in the right place."

"I quit." I said, "I don't know when I'll be back to work. My back has to heal, still. It hurts to touch more then clothes to it, and still it stings."

"Do you have something on it?"

"No. I'm fine, though. I'll last." I smiled reassuringly.

After a very nice Italian dinner, we went to the cinema. We saw an interesting mystery, romance, action, comedy movie that was a perfect blend of everything. We were startled, intrigued, entranced, and we kept whispering theories to each other about the turnout. Get this. It was actually a movie based off of a trilogy, and the next movie wasn't coming out until early next year. We stared at the screen for the longest time, shocked at the cliffhanger. "We'll have to do this again." I said, "To see what happens." Once we were out on the street, a little closer to home and finally getting our heads back on Earth, we burst out laughing.

"Interesting." John said, "It was very interesting."

"I liked it. I'll have to find the book."

"Me as well."

"John, we really should do this again." I stated.

"I agree. I had an excellent time tonight, Crystal. Dinner, again tomorrow?"

"Of course." I looked over at him and smiled, "I would love to do this again.

"I am truly amazed at how you silenced Sherlock the other day. I am very impressed."

"Thank you." I laughed, "It was fun. I could tell he was one of those super duper smart guys right away, so I could tell that he was upset when I did that."

"He was. He made it very clear the other day." We laughed together, "Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't visit or get you any flowers or something when you were in the hospital."

"It's fine." I assured him.

"I'll make it up to you."

"You just did, John. You gave me a wonderful time." We stopped between the two doors, one that said "221B" and one that said "221A." I moved so I was standing in front of him. We looked at each other for the longest time, grinning. "I'm glad we finally did this." I said.

"Me, too." John said.

There was a suspense, suddenly in the air. I knew what was supposed to come. A kiss at the end of the first date. Instead, as he leaned forward, I said, "Thank you for the date, John. I'll see you tomorrow night. How about six?" I asked, smiling and turning around and going inside my flat, giving him once last glance before pushing inside.

I pushed my back against the door once I got inside. Well, tonight was interesting... I managed to make up a life story. So, I decided to expand on it. Not too far, though. I wanted to see if they'd find out that I was Detective Alex. I mean, our alibi's matched up. This was a test for the great Sherlock Holmes. Let's see how well he does.

I lay on my stomach on my couch, my shirt off, and my bra undone but not off. My pants were still on, so don't worry. It was the day after Watson and I's first date, and my back was hurting pretty bad, and I remembered that John was a doctor, so I called him over at about five in the evening.

He didn't see it at all awkward that I was letting him see my back. He brought his medical kit like I asked, and he was now applying antibiotics. "Thank you for doing this. It was getting painful."

"Oh, no problem. We can bind it in some gauze when I'm done. You sure chewed up your back."

"I didn't. The glass did." I sighed, ignoring the stinging.

"The gauze may feel weird when I put it on, but it'll keep it from feeling weird on your shirt."

"Alright."

The putting-on-gauze thing was slightly awkward because his fingers accidentally grazed my boobs a couple of times. John would cough uncomfortably every time he did, but I didn't say anything. Once I was done being bandaged, he turned around so I could redress. "Well, it seems like we can go out early." I said.

"Did your back really hurt?" John asked suddenly.

"A little, but I couldn't wait any more for tonight."

"Let's go, then." John said.

"Let's." I said, standing and going over to the table by the door where my coat and bag was.

Twenty minutes later, we were sitting in a Thai restaurant waiting for our food. I was mighty hungry, so I couldn't really think straight. John sat there, leaning on one elbow, just looking at me. "So, what is it like working for Sherlock Holmes?" I finally asked.

"It's interesting. It's exciting. There's always something exciting. It keeps you thinking. To be honest, since the day I met him I haven't had a dream that hasn't been like a fever dream. I'd say... almost a year now. It's all in good fun, really. I've almost died several times. At least four times a month I get almost killed."

"You must get such a sense of adventure." I said, leaning forward a bit.

"Yes, I do." Watson said, grinning, "And I'll never get tired of it."

I missed adventure. Running around, investigating a murder case or a serial thief. I've almost been killed more times to count. That dangerous suspense with the killers hand on the trigger, a knife held to my throat, two cups set in front of me, one filled with vodka and one with poison, a pill filled with poison pressed to the inside of my cheek. The whole time, my heart was racing, and I was loving it. On the edge of death, and not knowing if I was going to live... I'd only been away from it a couple of days, but knowing I was not going to do it for a whole month... I missed it already and it had only been a couple of days. "I'm glad I can be a help to you. Even if I'm only your translator." I smiled.

"Yesterday, did that note really say that about love at first sight from that French girl?" John asked, obviously anticipating the answer.

"Of course." I said, "He's an undeniably attractive man, so it's not a surprise that someone would do that."

"You think he's attractive?" asked John, raising an eyebrow.

"He's attractive... in his own weird way. And I like his hair. You, however, are attractive on a whole other, higher, level."

"Really?" he sounded unsure.

"Yes." I said, my eyes widening and my voice turning to alarm, "You're very attractive. Ten times more so then Sherlock, without a doubt. Now, let's talk about something else."

"Agreed. So, how do you feel about Shakespeare?"

That night, he surprised me with a show at the Open Air Theater in Regents Park. A Midsummer's Night Dream. We didn't get home until eleven o' clock. We stopped in front of our flats, well, more in front of his. I smiled. "I had a wonderful time tonight, John. Thank you for taking me to the show. It was very interesting." I laughed.

"It was. For some reason, that is one of my favorite plays by him." John said.

"You know, John..." I said, turning to him, "I enjoy your company very much."

"Good. I enjoy yours." We stopped in front of his flat, mine next door to the right.

"I'm afraid I can't go out tomorrow, though." I said, "I have a few appointments to go to."

"Me too, I'm afraid. I have work."

"Ah, yes."

"I'll see you later then."

"Good night." I said.

"Good night, Crystal." John said.

There was that tension again. The kind of tension where there was a kiss in your near future. I planned not to see it through, and I started to turn, but he held onto my hand and pulled me gently back to him, his other hand gently touching my cheek. "You're not getting off with it this time." he whispered.

Our lips came together in a tender kiss. It only took a few seconds for my eyes to close and for me to go along with it and kiss him lightly back. We parted just enough to twist our heads without our noses bumping awkwardly together before we kissed again, with a little more pressure this time. After only about two minutes of kissing, we pulled apart.

It was one hell of a good first kiss. Not my first kiss, of course, but of John and I's. It was very romantic, I thought. I liked John, I decided. My heart raced now, when I opened my eyes and saw him. I smiled and he smiled, almost in relief. "Good night, John." I said, then went over to my flat.

I pushed open the door, stepped inside, then pressed the door closed with my back. My grin went from ear to ear. I had underestimated John. He'd tried to kiss me three times between last night and now. On the fourth, I finally did it.

To be perfectly honest, it was worth the wait.