"Are you sure your ready for this?" In return to her words the man only smirked.
"Are you?" His pinkish lips turned upward at her grin.
"Your going down biatch." His eyes rolled automatically as she then went on to count down.
"1, 2, 3 GO!" Penelope and Sherlock sat at either ends of the table engaged in a tense staring contest. So tense in fact that when John strolled into the room, he only had to spare one glance to both overgrown children to piece together the situation.
"Guess I'm the only adult in the room." Said 'adult' was promptly ignored by both children who he could only huff at in exasperation. "Fine, ignore me."
Sherlock had taken up John's offer with vigour. Concentrating completely on crushing Penelope at this game which she had so foolishly challenged him with.
10 minutes ago
"John, Sherlock!" Penelope frowned slightly when she saw no one in the sitting room.
Had they gone out?
Her head snapped over to the coat hangar, Sherlock's Belfast was still there.
"Sherlock, you here!" As the brunette neared the kitchen the faint smell of burning caught her senses. Then when she made it past the cloudy mist her ocean eyed detective was made transparent to her.
Wait! Her ocean eyed detective?
Blinking away the rest of the mist and that bizarre thought. Penelope stepped over to Sherlock and pouted.
"Couldn't hear me shouting for you?" The monotone hum she got in return was enough to tell Penelope that the Holmes was in a severe state of boredom.
She narrowed her eyes, "Your bored too." Her statement made the man's brow rise.
"Obviously." They simultaneously agreed. One with a teasing tone the other with a faint mockery.
"So," Penelope took the seat opposite him and tapped her fingers on the table for a couple minutes. Then out of the blue asked. "Wanna get beaten at a staring competition?" The request was so disturbingly childish it made Sherlock blink sharply.
Finally, after what seemed like ages he pushed away the metals he was experimenting with and brought his palms to rest down flat on the table.
"Game on." Penelope smiled in relief, asking Sherlock to engage in such a normal thing was risky. Then again she always did like a risk.
Present
"Give up yet Mr Holmes?"
"Nope." He popped his p with ease and Penelope knew that she couldn't possibly win this without turning the odds in her favour.
Stealthily she moved one of her sock covered feet to slide in between the detectives material covered legs. Once it had struck home just below his knee she slowly moved it up and down.
Now Sherlocks initial reaction was to tense up at the girls administrations, that was until he saw the triumphant glow in her brown eyes.
"Clever move Penelope, trying to distract me." Slowly he rose slightly from the stool and leaned forward over the table, he didn't stop moving until his face was inches from Penelope and her wide eyes.
" . ."
Every bone in Penny's body began to burn, her eyes dried suddenly as all playfulness was replaced by a sudden intensity and confusion. Her lips quivered at the proximity of his, her eyes flicked continuously between his oceans and those bow shaped sins and a small lump formed in the base of her throat clamping down a response.
Her senses became invaded almost overwhelmed with Sherlocks scent, the hypnotising smell of posh aftershave and expensive suits drifting in and out on every failed intake of breath. Until she found it all unbearable and on a grin she surrendered.
Sherlock Holmes would win this game
Penelope blinked and Sherlock smirked in triumph.
"You sinful bastard." The hypocrite whispered - scared of using her voice for fear of it breaking - and watched as Sherlock rose to his full height.
"Yes, but you started it." Her tongue pocked out childishly and Sherlock felt the sudden urge to bite it.
What?
Sherlock shook his head inwardly and went into the sitting room where John was currently reading the newspaper.
"Ah John forgot you were here, bring a case?" John sighed, he really felt unappreciated sometimes - and right now was one of those times - plus he didn't even have a case for the man.
"No, unfortunately but I haven't got time to worry about your boredom right now."
"Right, because you have a date this evening." The squeal that came from Penelope was incomprehensible.
"A date!" She came from the kitchen as quick as lightning and plumped herself on the sofa alongside the army doctor. Curiosity bright in those brown pearls.
"With who?" John became immediately flustered at this bombardment. Penelope had come upstairs with those horrible green slippers again, a tight pair of blue skinny jeans and a rather revealing grey midriff top.
"No one you'd know." John didn't crack under the girls hard glare; fixing her with one of his own instead.
"Really?" The conspiring look she gave to Sherlock in that moment wasn't missed by the army doctor.
"Oh no, no deducing!"
"It's no use anyway all I have is that she's works as a bartender and is a crazy cat lover. Her name is Jenny Davis, she's 29 years old, recent divorcé, has a crazy fascination with animals and has a criminal record for the charge of protesting and public violation." John shook his head disbelievingly and Penelope grinned.
"Mycroft's doing?" In return Sherlock shrugged in his usual non committed gesture.
"He may have had a file." Penelope couldn't help but smirk as in her mind she remembered the exact moment she had met the eldest Holmes.
The moment in her memory was quite clear. It'd been about 3 weeks ago when she'd bumped into Sherlock and John while leaving for a jog. The previous night had been filled with drowning her self in classical music and drawing the base sketches for her bedrooms star design. In the midst of all that creativity things got a tad out of hand and she ended up screaming into her pillow and beating it up with her fists. Eventually exhaustion won her 'battle' for her and she drifted off.
Anyway back to bumping into the boys.
"Morning." Sherlock hummed in acknowledgment yet didn't respond with actual words, it'd been about 3 days since the caramel coloured girl had met the boys and whilst John was lovely at all times Sherlock still came across as detached.
Who could blame him though, she wasn't so sociable herself. The only reason she had the guts to do anything relatively normal was because that's what she'd learned was acceptable from Nanny.
People didn't respond well to the truth. They probably never would.
"Morning," The army doctor politely greeted and Penelope was at a loss now.
Should she just leave now or was she obligated to make small talk.
"Skip the small talk and go for your run, it's what you want to do." Her big brown eyes widened at Sherlocks words, it's like he'd known what she'd been thinking.
"How- " She stopped herself short. "Right, your a detective couldn't be hard to deduce things." Plus her turquoise sports vest, black sports bra, black yoga pants, turquoise Nike airs and headphones really were quite obvious.
"I'll be going then, catch you later."
"Watch our for unknown cars." Sherlock had said the comment and dashed up the stairs 2 at a time so quickly that Penelope almost missed it.
"What?" Surely the girl must have heard wrong; bad hearing and all.
John however was quick to intervene.
"He's joking...sort of." Then the army doctor had too shot up the stairs in a blur of some cream jumper and denim jeans.
Penelope gaped in confusion to where they'd just disappeared. It took her several seconds to recompose herself and leave the warmth of 221b.
Once outside the cold air had hit her, running through her tied back hair and down her sleeveless arms.
The sensation felt good and Penelope became at ease, not cold, not emotionally in doubt.
At ease.
She rolled her neck and arm joints slowly, her head lulling and cracking quite pleasantly. Her ballerina skills came in handy as she lifted her legs separately and stretched them out as well. When her body was completely loose the stimulating techno beats started drifting in her ears and she'd found a determination.
There was nothing delicate about the way Penelope ran.
It was an intense calculated process, one which she revelled in. Her feet hit the ground with a pound each time and she always did it in beat with whatever song she played.
Her heartbeat grew stronger with each song and she stopped for no one. The exhilarating feeling had given her a completely good vibe. Evident in her now subtle swaying hips, the way she used the approaching people as an excuse to dodge using spins she'd learnt in those dance classes all those years ago.
Her legs pushed faster as a gentle rock song played, not soon after however she admitted to her growing fatigue and began to lightly jog instead.
Soon strangely a feeling began to over come her, akin to the feeling of being watched. This sensation nagged her for a solid two minutes before she gained the guts to take a quick peek behind her.
A sleek black car, which despite its plainness stuck out like a sore thumb had slyly followed the girl. Instead of panicking like some girls would have in such a situation Penelope smirked and -after she rolled her shoulders - gave the car behind her a challenging gaze as she began to sprint off down the road.
For the 'British Government' sitting in the back seat of the mystery car, it came as a surprise when his target had begun to run.
Obviously this had happened before, but never had one smiled and almost challenged his car.
It was an intimidator not a game!
"Sir, she's doing a runner." Anthea sat opposite her boss, momentarily pausing the movements of her thumbs on her phones keypad. He hummed in response and tightened the grip on his umbrella.
"Follow her."
Penelope ran faster and faster with a new motive; avoid the creepy car. It was pleasantly fun she had to admit it to herself. Having a reason to run- which wasn't her stupid anxieties, depressions, disability and just generally everything else she detested about herself- just had an odd peaceful feeling to it. For a minute it felt like freedom, that was until her body decided she'd completely exerted her energy and forced her to stop.
Stopping out of fatigue the girl took a few stabilising breaths to calm her racing heart.
In those moments the car pulled up on the curb and without looking up Penelope still took in her deep breaths; even when the back window rolled down.
"Miss Sharpe, get in the car please." Penelope held back her confusion for a second. The woman who said it clearly knew who she was.
So why didn't she know who she was?
On a shrug Penelope slid into the car and raised an eyebrow when she came face to face with a man who sat with absolute perfect posture. An umbrella relaxed comfortably on his lap.
"Are you the devil?" It was a silly comment really, she should have thought before she spoke. However she was known to speak her mind in quite a literal sense often.
To her surprise the man cracked a smile that In Penelope's perspective, was entirely wrong. It was as if his lips couldn't quite understand the action so the result became a half smirk half sneer sort of thing.
It wasn't pretty.
It was... Cold.
"Miss Sharpe," he started, the same smile plastered on his face before had now turned sombre. "I can be whatever you want me to be."
Penelope couldn't help but smirk.
Curse her filthy mind!
"But right now," he continued. "You may refer to me as Mycroft." Penelope raised an eyebrow.
"Alright then, Mycroft. What was that all about, your way of picking up the ladies huh?" Mycroft arched a perfect brow and sighed.
"If my intention was indeed to 'pick you up'," he spoke the phrase with barely concealed bore. "I doubt I would have done it like this."
"Especially when I already know your name, ." Penelope tilted her head to the side and stared at this man. Directly into his eyes; which somehow looked distractingly... Familiar.
"No way," Mycroft rolls his eyes. "Yes! Oh my god your related to Sherlock, aren't you? Your his father!" The man's eyes sharpened distastefully.
"Brother, There's no point in asking a question if your just gonna answer it yourself." The British Government pointed out.
Penelope sighed in exasperation. "Why is Sherlock's brother driving around and picking up people in his sleek black cars with a mysterious girl who doesn't talk and an unnecessary umbrella?" Mycroft didn't react in the slightest, simply studying the girl momentarily before he began to speak once more.
"As Sherlock's brother it's my duty to keep him out of trouble -despite his protests- that's why I'm going to offer you a great sum of money to watch him when I can't." Penelope was momentarily taken back.
"I'm sorry, come again?" With a faint smile ghosting his lips, Mycroft bargained again.
"Your new to baker street, you've met my brother and his companion John Watson and yet haven't been deterred or showed any sign of wanting to leave... yet." His grip on the Umbrella loosened as he brought his fingers to steeple under his chin. "Now it's your choice of course, just know that either way you'll continue to be monitored, your presence in Baker Street is being heavily considered." Penelope's frown grew with every passing second.
"Nope,not doing it. I'm not spying on your brother for you, and Judging by that rather nice tailored suit your wearing you don't really need me to either." Penelope then instructed the driver to pull the fuck over or she was gonna start screaming.
"Do as she says." Mycroft's agreed and said she one last fair well to him, Penelope got out, scanned her surroundings then made off for baker street.
"Sir, she'll tell Sherlock everything." Anthea reminded him without looking up from her blackberry.
"Yes." Mycroft hummed sitting back a tad as the car drove off once more.
"May have!" yelled the sandy blonde and Penelope blinked away the odd memory. "Try did have and didn't hesitate to give to his younger brother!" John got up from his place on the sofa in frustration and grumbled the whole way up the stairs and to his room.
His door slammed shut.
Leaving Penelope and Sherlock alone.
"I feel bad now," Came the girls whispering tone.
Sherlock knew what this meant, in the past 2 months of knowing the girl he noticed she had some often erratic moods. Like right now her smile had completely gone replaced with a confused grimace.
"He's fine," he assured her. "Just blowing off steam." Once he saw her still unconvinced face he strode down the hall to his bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Penelope thought she'd made Sherlock mad too.
He hates you too now.
Can't put up with all your baggage.
Pathetic really, thinking you could actually consider them your friends.
"I don't have friends!" She hissed under her breath, refusing to listen to the little nagging voices of her doubts.
Quickly she took the pill out of her bra and swallowed it dry.
Stupid emotions.
About 2 minutes later - just as she was relaxing in the low sofa in the main room - the slamming of a bedroom door made her eyes abruptly open.
"Get up," Sherlock had gotten dressed, his white shirt along with his slacks were fitted perfectly and he had that look of determination on his face.
Somehow it surprised the girl. However It also made her want to giggle.
Did this man not own a pair of jeans.
"Why?" She challenged him, not quite ready to leave the comfort of the couch; much to his annoyance.
"We're going out." He didn't wait for her reply only went to the rack and grabbed his coat, swinging it on with absolute ease then opening the door.
He'd said it with such authority that Penelope felt like a child who had to obey her parent.
"Fine." With that whine she dragged her feet past Sherlock and noisily stomped down the stairs.
She jumped down the last two stairs, landing with a thud when she heard Sherlock finally coming down after her.
Instead of leaving out the front door the brunette went to 221c, left the front door wide open and retrieved her coat from the armchair she slung it over. Abandoning her slippers she slipped on her grey fury uggs to match her coat and picked up her xperia.
No texts or calls from Nanny, on a sigh she turned off the lights and went bounding back up the stairs to Sherlock.
Luckily he had realised the fact that she'd not left him to go out alone but had in fact been getting dressed properly.
"Where we going?" She asked the detective who had left out of the front door and stood on the curve waiting for a taxi to come by.
"Scotland Yard, I'm bored." When at last the taxi had pulled up he let her get inside first, noting the way she bent upward slightly and how the action made her rear stick outward.
He saved it to his mind palace, along with the deduction that she'd done squats at the gym the other day.
Too irrelevant, what's wrong with me?
But he didn't delete it.
Sherlock slid in after her and told the cabbie their destination before retreating back into his mind palace. Fingers pressed against his lips the further he delve.
Penelope watched him for only a second before realising he'd gone into the depths of his mind.
Then the girl turned her attention to the world beyond the window and awaited with nerves an adventure with the detective outside of Baker Street.
Sherlock had at first been thinking about things to calm his ever growing boredom, but every time he'd try to sort through his rooms of endless data. He'd always find himself walking past hers.
Penelope Sharpe
The door read in braille.
His annoyance at not being able to shoo the door away grew every time he'd wander past it; eventually he gave up and strode right in.
Everything remotely Penelope related hit him at once, the room was still plain in a decoration sense but that hadn't bothered him yet. Since he'd added the smell of the room earlier that morning.
Apples, she always smelt like apples.
Now he just needed more data.
Penelope on that first night of meeting her popped up to start with.
Followed by her brushing the strands of curls out of her face.
Then her calling him Cheeky.
Then came Penelope this and Penelope that until the last entry of her became freshly presented.
The sensation of that foot running up his legs became pronounced on the area it targeted.
Mind Sherlock shuddered slightly at the feeling and furrowed his brows afterward.
Why had he been comfortable with that clearly intimate touch?
He'd known people longer than he knew her and still the thought of them touching him in such a way made chills seep up his spine.
Penelope was different somehow, how? He just didn't know.
"Sherlock." There she is again, inviting him in with her warm tone and soft acce-
"Sherlock!" He snapped back into reality as she whined it, boredom had clearly taken her over too.
"What!" He snapped back.
"We're here!" oh
"Right then." He practically jumped out and would've forgot to pay the man if Penelope hadn't yelled after him.
?¿~Greg Lestrade~¿?
Penelope didn't think it possible but she was super excited to be in an actual police station without being the person who had done something wrong.
She also wanted to see behind the scenes, was it like one of those TV shows where every cop has there guns on the tables and eats donuts while making sex jokes and slut shaming the only woman in the precinct. Or was it more professional -with handsome cops brooding about that one case that got a person killed and how they'll never go back into the field again.
I really need to cut back on all that late night telly.
Penny thought to herself before she was being snapped from her ludicrous daydreams by an impatient Sherlock and a snappy receptionist.
"If I say I have an appointment with Detective Inspector Lestrade, then I have an appointment with Detective Inspector Lestrade!" Sherlock hissed at the woman who only sat in her chair with her rather long fingernails and tightly done bun.
"Sorry Holmes, but your not in the system for today. Come back another time when someone actually wants you here." Then the bitch snorted, actually snorted. As if to say yeah cause that'll happen.
Penelope had just about had enough and when she saw the very near annoyed look on Sherlocks face a little plan started to formulate. Slowly she made her presence know when she slid into Sherlocks side and bumped him playfully with her side.
"Sweetheart is there a problem? Thought you said... Lestrade was expecting us." Penelope didn't wait for Sherlock to answer and instead sighed and glanced at the receptionist as if she'd only just noticed her.
"Men ey, what can you do? This one always thinks he can flash those cheekbones and get us anywhere." A fake chuckle. "Probably why I love him so much, you can grate cheese on these things." To further annunciate her point she ran her thumb down it briefly.
Sherlock's breath caught in his throat only one other woman had done such a thing to him, the woman hadn't ended well.
Once she was done the same hand then moved down to her stomach; rubbing small circles.
Snapping back Into the facade, Sherlock finally grasped just what Penelope was up to.
He grabbed her hand with his and gave the most fake smile he could muster.
The receptionist watched on in disbelief.
"I promised we'd be able to tell him the news today, I just thought it'd be better to surprise him you know." The girl pretended to smile lovingly at him as he hung his head, embarrassed.
"Your always so sweet, thinking about me and Sherlock Junior first." Carol - the receptionist - had bug eyes now.
Sherlock Junior!
Had the world suddenly got struck by a meteor and exploded?
Or was Sherlock Holmes genuinely going to become a father!
Sherlock who quickly deduced the lady had fell for everything up to this point cranked it up a notch.
"You two are my whole world," His right hand, the one not grasping hers made it's way up to her stomach and covered her left hand. "I'd do anything for you two." Penelope felt the wicked thrill to do something to further test Sherlocks acting skills, she had gotten a strange buzz of excitement seeing a side to Sherlock she'd never seen before.
Looking at the receptionist she shook her head fondly but then she gasped suddenly and turned back to Sherlock.
"I think she heard you, Oh yes she did! Sherlock! She's kicking! Listen listen!" Sherlock knew for a fact that there was no kicking, and if he hadn't been acting he would of raised an eyebrow at the girl. Now however he could only smile in 'delight' as he got down on one knee and put his arms on her awaiting hips. Placing his ear onto the soft material of her coat he pretended to hear something and gasped excitedly.
"There she is," he pretended to be near tears and held Penelope's hand. "My little girl."
"Sherlock Junior?" Carol questioned and Penelope realised what had her confused.
"Sherlock is a girls name." She heard Sherlock mumble from his place below her.
"Wait till Lestrade hears this," a buzz came from the door behind them and the woman behind her desk smiled pleasantly at the both of them; after Sherlock had stood. "Go on you two lovebirds." Penelope was cooing at him now wiping away invisible tears with her thumb. Both still in their roles, they walked to the door and only broke character when they were sure they were out of sight of the cranky bun lady.
Said 'bun lady' had picked up the phone as soon as they'd gone and dialed the detective inspectors office.
"What?" Came the gruff voice from over the line. Carol smirked.
"Your never gonna guess what just happened!" She stated with a wide grin on her face.
She couldn't wait to hear what the office had to say about the face of their boss when this got round.
Penelope broke into hysterical laughter the moment they snapped back to reality.
"That was classic, are all people that easy to fool? Oh god did you see her face, sucking in the information like a parasite. A few googly eyed love heart eyes and she was melting!" Sherlock contained his laughs but didn't hide the small smirk on his lips.
Penelope's giddiness over the situation was infectious.
"Yes, good acting by the way. You had the role of a pregnant woman down perfectly." She flicked her hair out of her face unintentionally and grinned.
"Why thank you Sherlock Holmes, your role of father was quite convincing. Had me in stitches when I got you on one knee, I could barely contain myself!" Sherlock hummed.
"I know the entertainment in your eyes was quite obvious," as they turned a corner Penny caught his mumbled 'last time I listen to a baby kicking' and smiled.
Eventually they reached a white corridor with glass windows, which had actual busy people behind. Penelope had gotten hot from all the laughing and unbuttoned her coat slyly. Sherlocks eyes still caught the action.
She followed the curly haired man as he flung open two double doors and waltzed into some office block as if he owned the place.
Lestrade was already out of his office and pacing up and down - no one dared to ask what he was doing and instead decided to just do their work.
"Lestrade!" Came Sherlocks usual greeting and Greg could have screamed, how could he be so calm about this! Of all things!
"Sherlock what the hell are you playing at! You decide to tell me like this, at my workplace!" Sherlock rolled his eyes as he understood just what had worked up the grey haired inspector.
"Gareth look-" The man interrupted Sherlock with a frustrated 'Greg' and didn't let him carry on.
"No mate, this is insane! You're gonna be a dad and this is how you tell me!" Sherlock pondered over the exclamation for a second not saying anything.
"Well? Where Is she?" The mysterious detective frowned as he turned to find out Penelope wasn't in her place behind him.
Where had she gotten to?
"Penelope!" He called over his shoulder and waited.
Meanwhile Penelope had typed in the code for a chocolate bar on the vending machine. Having skipped breakfast and getting no sleep, the saying 'treat your body like a temple' was becoming more and more appealing to her.
For a second she swore she could feel the lingering stares of some of the officers in the place as she bent over to get her snickers. But soon brushed them off after hearing Sherlocks voice calling her name.
Funny she didn't even remember wandering off and now she felt like a dog running back to her owner.
When she did manage to work her way through the workplace by following the top of that unruly head of curls, her first response was to frown at the sound of a woman's voice not to far away.
"So typical of you freak, make up an imaginary woman carrying your baby to get into the yard. Lestrade's receptionist should know better than to let you up without a guardian." Then unattractive cackling was heard after the obvious mockery and Penelope instantly found herself annoyed.
Who the hell do they think they are mocking Sherlock's brilliance?
"Degrading yourself again Donovan didn't think it was possible, but then again about 50 other things were made possible the moment I met you," Sherlock's sneer in response informs Penny how much he hated this character. "How could I make it into this place if I had someone imaginary?" His comment made the answer sound obvious.
That's because it was.
"Alright you two that's-" Lestrade didn't finish that comment because at that moment Penelope finally approached them and was confronted with the scene. Lestrade froze, Anderson practically salivated, Donovan narrowed her eyes and Sherlock turned.
"Did you really need that galaxy bar?" He questioned when he saw it in her hand open and with a bite taken out of it.
Penelope shrugged "I'm pregnant." She offers in explanation and Sherlock really should have seen the comment coming, he sighed at her grin. Lestrade couldn't believe it was real, Anderson spluttered whilst Donavon glared openly at Sherlock.
"Oh my. You must be the woman then, Penelope was it?" The woman nodded and shook the inspectors eager hand.
"So you're Lestrade?" She stated and licked her thumb after the hands broke. Drawing every male watching their exchange to the gesture.
"Greg's fine." Penelope hummed in acknowledgment and told Anderson to close his mouth or he'd catch flies. The man huffed as he did it and this Donovan woman couldn't keep back her scoff.
"Oh please she doesn't even look pregnant!" Penelope really was starting to dislike her.
"That's cause she's not." Sherlocks explanation struck Greg and the others.
"What!?" Sherlock then went on to explain the little performance they'd put on to see him and Lestrade was not happy by the end of it.
"For God sake! I'm working, you've just wasted my time on some bogus story so you could come and talk to me!" Penelope could tell the man was about to blow a fuse and frankly hated the satisfied look on both the minor peoples faces. Penelope put a warm hand on Lestrade's forearm stopping the man for a second.
"Don't be mad at him, he was only showing off. I got him riled up about him not being cool enough to work with an actual detective inspector at the Scotland Yard and he just wanted to prove me wrong." Her voice lowered just a bit as she said the next part. "I've kind of always had a thing for lawful figures." The subconscious decision to softly stroke the worn material of his blazer didn't miss Sherlock's eyeful deduction.
"You ever been to a police station before?" Lestrade found her big brown eyes to be slightly peaceful, those curious things trained on him as he spoke. Reaping in his words with intrigue.
"Never, it's even better in real life." Donovan scoffed but Anderson practically swooned when Penelope stared to talk about meeting forensics. Lestrade had given Penny a nice look over and liked immediately what he saw, she was curvy yes and definitely had a great rack.
Sherlock cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I didn't come here to chit chat. Lestrade do you have anything for me? Murder, robbery, something your team of idiots can't handle?" Anderson scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"We don't have anything for the likes of you, Holmes." the way he bit out Sherlocks name made Penelope glare at him, he'd said it like it was a disease.
"Oh do shut up Anderson!" The detective boomed and everything in the office turned deadly quiet.
"He's an arrogant ass hole, she's a bitch and I don't like them." Penelope slyly signed, it was seen by all of the group but only one person understood it.
"Exactly." Donovan folded her arms across her chest as Sherlock agreed to what Penelope signed.
"What was that? What did you say?" Penelope smiled at the woman.
"I said Mr Lestrade is an absolute dream and it's a pity he's married." The sultry smile she gave Lestrade made Sherlock want to snatch her away from him.
Why was he having such urges?
"Luckily for you Sherlock something came in yesterday that I haven't got my head around." Sherlock could have swooned in that moment.
It helped a lot that Lestrade's attentions weren't on Penelope anymore.
"Boss you can't be-" Lestrade cut the lady officer off with a finger.
"That's enough from you Donovan." Penelope held back at a grin. "Now get back to work, both of you!" Both stormed off to God knows where. Probably to have an angry shag in a supply closet somewhere.
"You know how to sign?"Greg inquired as they walked into his office.
"Yes, without my hearing aids I'm as deaf as... Well a deaf person." Lestrade chuckled and lounged in his chair. Penelope took a seat on the corner of his desk. While Sherlock planted himself down on the chair next to her opposite Lestrade and put his fingers beneath his chin.
"What's the case?"
"About 2 days ago the body of a Martha Daniels was found in a sewer in Cambridge by a worker, much to his misfortune-" Penelope's phone went off in her pocket momentarily disturbing the man.
"Sorry." She rushed out of the office and answered the call.
Leaving Sherlock to listen to Lestrades ramblings. Only moments after he had told the man with black curls, Sherlock had solved the bloody thing.
"It was obvious." Greg widened his eyes.
"How the hell was it obvious!"
"Because I said so." The inspector huffed and wrote a note to speak to the step father later on in the evening. After he'd done the task his attention turned to the girl outside the glass panes of his office who currently spoke into the phone.
"She's bloody gorgeous Sherlock," It took the detective a second to realise he had referred to Penelope, with a glance toward her he couldn't help but agree with George or whatever his name was.
She was indeed adequately above average.
His face remained neutral. "If that's your opinion." the bored tone of his voice was a terrible representation of the truth.
"Where'd you find her mate?" Sherlock frowned.
"I didn't 'find' her Lestrade, she's Penelope Sharpe the owner of the flat 221C in our building." Greg's eyebrows raised.
"The one Moriarty snuck into! Are you mad he has a key that's hardly safe Sherlock!" Said man sighed tiredly.
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" The detective challenged. "She changed the locks when she moved in." The tension in Greg's shoulders relaxed slightly and he smiled a bit.
"You must really like her if your willing to bring her all the way to the yard with you." It was Sherlocks turn to raise a brow at Lestrade's implications.
"Penelope... Is a little less annoying than everybody else. Apart from John." He stated easily not liking the way Lestrade kept looking at him, grinning. As if to say 'we all know what's going on here Sherlock'.
"You think I fancy her." The comment was followed by a gruff yeah and Sherlock rolled his eyes. Refusing to answer.
"Well, do you?"
"I-" Penelope opened the door softly and smiled at both men. Easily cutting Sherlock off.
Thank the gods.
"Sorry about that, once Nanny starts talking about her bedroom activities it's hard to get her to stop." The woman smiled at both mens clear discomfort and then slipped a chocolate bar into Sherlocks hands.
"What's this?" He held the offending item with disdain.
"Food, if I have to eat so do you." It surprised Lestrade a lot when Sherlock, the Sherlock Holmes didn't object to the order and instead put the thing In his pocket saying he'd eat it later.
For some reason Penelope affected Sherlock more than he was letting on.
"So did you get that thing you wanted?" Sherlock sighed heavily.
"Yes, though it was rather disappointing. Now we're back to square one, boredom." Penelope shook her head but then her eyes lighted up as she remembered something.
"Maybe we're not," Sherlock couldn't help but frown as he saw the cogs turning in those big brown orbs. "Come on." She didn't even wait just straight up got off the desk again and left.
Leaving Sherlock and Lestrade to ponder.
The sound of a smack on the glass shocked both of the men, who jumped. Penelope giggled knowingly.
"Bye Greg!" He received a cute kiss she blew and pretended to catch it.
Sherlock cringed at the scene. Ugh.
He got up and said farewell to the detective inspector before following the shorter girl out of the station.
Hiii It's Prettylittlehead22 here (duh) I'd just like to thank all of the people who've followed the story it means a lot. Still dying to hear your opinions please, I'd love to read them. This was I think the last chapter I already had written up so it might take longer to update next time but next one should be up by Friday, or sooner I don't know. xx