A/N: Okay there is some sex in this chapter and if I describe details please don't yell at me. Just let me know to back off a little and I'll correct it. Please r&r! Thank ya'll so much!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.

It had been over a month since Abby had gone down on Greg. In that time he slowly introduced her to pleasure. The first time she had an orgasm she was so shocked that she passed out. When she came to she was already half way to another one. If it had been anyone but Greg she'd of freaked out about being touched while she wasn't conscious.

She'd gone to class only to find it cancelled. Realizing she hadn't eaten lunch she decided to phone Greg and ask him if he'd eaten. He answered on the second ring.

"Hey, babe. Is everything alright?" he asked concerned and sounding a little stressed. Every time he called her "babe" she felt a giddy.

"Yeah, everything's fine. Class was cancelled. I was just wondering if you'd had lunch yet?" she asked with a grin.

"No, what time is it though?"

She glanced at her watch and said, "1420." She could hear him wipe his face with his hand before stating, "God I need a break."

"May I bring you lunch? I remember the rule: no asking about cases. Just how your doing."

Sighing he said, "Okay please bring me something. I won't be able to leave the building to get something. Plus I can spend a little time with you because tonight's going to be a late night. See you soon."

They rang off and she took the tube to the station closest to the Yard. Once on street level she looked around for a fast food place. It didn't take long and she went there before walking to the Yard.

She was almost to the bullpen and she was trying to keep the drinks from slipping her grip. When someone tall walked into her arm going the same way as her. Good thing her reflexes kicked in and she was able to hold the drinks. "Hey! That was rude! Least you could've done was say 'excuse me'! Where'd you grow up? A barn?"

The man who bumped into her was tall and had black hair. He stopped. Now he was used to being insulted but there was something about her accent and words intrigued him. He turned on his heel and saw a short young woman looking to be about eighteen with specs and auburn hair. He didn't take much note of the rest of her except she was holding onto two cups of what looked like soda and a sack of food. All had the labels of a famous fast food chain. He simply raised an eyebrow and said quite sharply, "You were in my way and I'm in a hurry. Good day."

"Aw hell no you don't!" she exclaimed before he could turn back on his heel and leave. He looked at her again this time expecting to be called "freak" or something. Neither of them realized that Lestrade was watching with great interest. Because he'd heard from her father that if a Southern girl says "aw hell no" meant someone was in trouble. Standish learned it from his ex-wife.

Abby didn't even think she just quickly lifted her foot and sharply kicked him in the shin. As soon as her foot connected with his shin he started jumping in pain. "I hope you learn some manners before we meet again, Mr. Holmes. Or next time I'll take you in hand and teach you some! Now good day!"

She sashayed past him with a smile on her face and that's when she saw Greg and some of the inspectors looking at her with awe. She blushed going to hide in front of Greg. His face split into a grin before he said happily, "Now there's the Abby I used to know!" She blushed even more asking Greg to take their drinks. He did and lead her to his office telling everyone not to disturb him no matter what.

When the got into his office he set down the drinks and then shut the door and blinds. He thought for a moment before locking the door and turned to Abby. He looked at her and saw that she was unsure. Lestrade grinned and point a finger at her. "You know he irritates me and intimidates people. But you…..oh, babe, you were brilliant! You didn't even get intimidated."

She came up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck while she stood on her toes. "Thank you." she murmured before kissing him on the lips.

He leaned his head back after a moment asking confused, "For what?"

"For everything. For…..helping me heal to the point I'm the old me. Not fully like the old me just…a more confident me. Now come here." She pulled away and grabbed his hand leading him toward his chair behind the desk. When he was seated she pulled up her skirt, climbed into the chair and straddled him. He let out a moan as the juncture between her legs came in contact with his trouser covered erection. He reached up and gently pulled up her head so that their lips could meet. She arched her back like a cat against him as her hands went through his hair.

His hands went exploring on her thighs and up her skirt till they were on her derrière to massage it.

A little while later she pulled back gasping and her body feeling like it was going to explode, "Please! I need you!"

"Not here because even what we're doing I could get in trouble for. When I get home -"

She groaned in frustration, "But I might be asleep."

"Be that as it may. But remember how loud you got with your first orgasm and what happened?"

She nodded as she blushed. She wasn't looking at him but staring at a fixed point on his tie. The tie she bought him when she had the first pangs of her crush on him.

He asked her to stand up and when she did he turned her around. He pulled her back into his lap and hugged her to him, with her head on his shoulder before he murmured, "I know its frustrating, babe, but I'm doing things this way so you don't get scared. I know you feel safe but rushing things could set us back. But it doesn't mean I don't want to be buried deep inside you."

"If its worrying about getting me pregnant, please don't." she softly said.

Shaking his head, "No its not that because I know your on the pill. I feel like we're not to the stage in our relationship that we can talk about having children. Not that I don't want children. Damn this is harder than I thought. How about I put it this way? You wanted me to teach you right?" She nodded. "Well then why are you, the pupil, trying to rush me, your teacher?"

She giggled at that reference before stating, "I'm sorry."

"Its okay and I promise we will tonight. Now lets eat this food so I can get back to work."

When lunch was eaten she helped him straighten his hair since he had no mirror. Then they walked to the door and when it was open she kissed him before he said, "I'll see you tonight.

As she past Sherlock he noticed the younger man pointedly look her over before giving him the same look then smirking. As he opened his mouth Lestrade snapped, "If you even say one word that is not about the case I'll shoot you!'

They discussed the case that he came for. After he told Lestrade who to look for the older man sat for a moment before he smirked, "Okay I'm going to be nice and give you a puzzle about her. But all I'm going to do is tell you her name. Why? Because I could tell she intrigued you. But tread lightly, my friend, for if you cause her harm or hurt her I'll find something to charge you with."

Sherlock tried to look overjoyed so he kept his face impassive. "And her name is?"

"Abigail Marie Standish."

"Thank you, Lestrade." With that Sherlock was gone.

It was after 2300 when Lestrade came home. He quietly opened the door and entered before just as quietly closing the door. After he locked the door he went and put his overcoat in the front closet. When he set his keys on the dining table he found a note.

Greg,

If you haven't eaten there's a plate of dinner in the fridge.

Abby

XOXOXO

He smiled at her thoughtfulness. Setting the note down he proceeded to go to the fridge and see what she made. When he opened it he chuckled. As much as she hated her mother she still loved American comfort foods. It was fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, breaded and fried okra, breaded and fried yellow squash, and he'd bet his career (and win) that roll was homemade. Taking a bite of it he grinned because he was right. Damn she made some good rolls. He took the plate out of the fridge and placed it in the microwave. He set the timer before grabbing a beer and some flatware along with a napkin. He placed those items on the table just as the microwave dinged. All the while eating the roll.

He sat down as he set the plate on the table. But when he poised his fork and knife to cut into the chicken he heard a sleepy chuckle. Glancing up he saw Abby in a short sleeved nightgown that went to her knees, quietly walking toward him barefooted.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I was but I'm awake now. And you know your supposed to eat that fried chicken with your fingers." she chuckled again as she gently hugged his neck placing her cheek against his.

"How am I suppose to eat with you hanging on my neck?" he teased knowing what she would do next. Sure enough not two seconds later she was sitting sideways in his lap. Head against his chest. They'd been through this many times and he loved it every time.

"So did that rude Mr. Holmes say any snide remarks or whatever about me after I left?" She asked unsure.

"No, Sherlock was actually intrigued by you. Yes I gave him your name and that's it. As a bit of a puzzled for him. Knowing full and well there isn't much about you." He said before finishing the chicken wing.

She chuckled, "If the PI's my mum hire can't find much. Then maybe he won't."

"Oh don't underestimate him. He's a genius. Even if I'd not told him your name he'd of found out another way."

"Hurry up! Before I fall asleep here." she begged patting his abdomen.

He chuckled again, "If you fall asleep I'll wake you. But I want to enjoy my dinner. Just like we'll enjoy ourselves after I'm done. Alright?"

She looked up at him with a grin and he kissed her forehead and she agreed.

For some reason she loved to watch him undress but he was going to make her wait for that. When they got back in the bedroom he pulled her nightgown off of her before setting her on the bed. He leaned down to kiss her and within seconds she opened her mouth to him. Slowly he glided his tongue into her warm mouth. Their tongues began a passionate duel as he slid his right hand down her smooth belly. Down to her freshly shaven mound where he slid it further to part her nether lips. She let out a careening moan as he touched her nub with just his middle finger.

She pulled back with a gasp when she was close. "Please, Greg, don't make me wait anymore!"

He smiled knowingly and he shook his head. Batting her hands away from his tie. "No, I want you to have a few orgasms before I go in. Just in case you don't really like me in you. Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I'm afraid of passing out again! But damn it, Greg, if you don't fucking undress right now and take me. I will so help me God rip those bloody clothes off of you and make you lie on your back while I take you!" she cried sounding close to being angry.

He grinned before reaching for his tie. He expected something around this type of reaction from her. He just didn't know when. So help him when she made that burst his cock which was painfully hard before, got to be agonizing. But he wasn't going to quickly take off his clothes. Oh no he was going to do it slowly.

He'd just gotten his shirt slowly unbuttoned when she snapped breathing harder than ever, "Please, Greg, if you don't hurry up your going to have to buy new clothes!"

He laughed before tossing his dress shirt onto the floor and then pulling his undershirt over his head. He toed off his shoes before reaching for his belt. Only to find Abby there unbuckling it. The button flew off his trousers in her haste to get it open. "Sorry I'll find it and sew it back on." She lowered his zipper quickly before pushing both his trousers and boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and then took off his socks. She reached for his aching cock to take it in her mouth but he stopped her. "Babe, if you do that I won't last long. Now would you lie back please?"

She went to the middle of the bed as he moved the bedcovers. When he turned back to her he saw that she had her legs up and bent. He climbed on the bed and moved to between her legs. Taking a hold of her hips he pulled her closer to him just prior to lifting her legs. He took a finger and slid it inside her.

"Greg, why are you doing that?" she asked curiously.

"I'm just making sure your wet enough because I don't want to hurt you." he murmured and she nodded.

He parted her nether lips and slowly inch by agonizing inch slid inside her. When he was halfway in he had to stop for he was breathing so hard. But also because he wanted to get used to how tight she was. "If I didn't know about the past. I'd swear you were a virgin with how tight you feel right now, Abby." He panted.

"In a sense I still am and you know that. Now please don't stop!"

He didn't have to be told twice. But he started with a slow rhythm. One that was torture to him. He wanted to go faster but-

"Greg, you won't scare me if you…..go faster!"

He leaned down to kiss her as he started to do that and harder. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

She grabbed his arms as if to anchor her in the sea of exploding pleasure that was threatening to overwhelm her. It wasn't even seconds later that she was screaming in all three languages that she knew. English, French, and German.

Of course the only language he knew was English so he was swearing in it.

"Greg, I need more!"

"Abby!" He called just as his orgasm hit. Just like the first time he saw explosions behind his eyes and after it was pass he collapsed on Abby breathing like he'd just chased a suspect a 10 blocks. After a few seconds he rolled off her and pulled her close. Oddly she was silent. Glancing at her he noticed that she was tired.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"Yeah" she yawned before smiling. "I loved that. Thank you."

"Your welcome now get some sleep." he murmured not realizing she already was. He smiled before closing his eyes.

They didn't know there was somebody outside the front door to the flat listening the whole time they were making love. Nor did they know that this person wasn't just intrigued by Abby but for the first time in his life he felt attraction. That unnerved him. He wanted to find out as much as he could about her. But for some reason he couldn't bring himself to go online and look for the information. He knew the next time he saw her he would strive to be nicer. For the very simple fact he could see that she was different than anyone else he'd ever met. He sighed before going back toward the lift. He thought to keep an eye on her.

A/N: No I'm not going to make Sherlock obsessed with Abby. Not like her rapist. Heck no. I just am laying the ground work for their relationship. I would love to hear what ya'll think so please review.

Lana