A/N: Luna here, so here is the next chapter. Sorry it's a bit small but I will hopefully be posting more frequent.

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Chapter 4: The Experiment

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

On his way back to the brownstone Sherlock had been thinking about Bell's observation. He tried to come up with a reason to be jealous that she was spending time with another man. Detective Bell had to have come to this conclusion somehow, some sort of evidence, Sherlock thought. This called for a full examination of his relationship with Watson.

By the time that he got to the brownstone he had more questions than answers. Something he did not like. Most of them leading back to the one statement he still could not quite figure out, I'm better with you. He had told her then that perhaps in time he would figure this out. Despite the fact that it has been over a year and a half he has yet to figure it out.

~The Next Day~

"Is everything alright Sherlock? You didn't wake me this morning," Watson said as she came downstairs. Sherlock was looking at the case file and answered without looking up from it.

"Just making sure that you receive enough rest so you may make a haste recovery. Perhaps you should make arrangements to see your friend again."

"Funny you should say that, he asked if I would be interested in going out with him tonight. You didn't hack into my phone did you?" she asked with her arms crossing her front.

"No," Sherlock lied without missing a beat even though, in fact, he had hacked into it. He felt her gaze on him, most likely trying to figure out if he was telling a lie or not. He continued to study the file.

Without another word she went to the kitchen and made herself some tea then proceeded to go back to her room. She hadn't given an answer but he was certain that she would go on the date. Enjoy whatever amount of "real world" time she could get.

~Later That Evening~

Watson had come down stairs in an elegant black dress with some makeup on. She looked quite stunning. Sherlock had to tell himself repetitively not to stare, or else the experiment would be ruined. After she left he put down the file and started thinking again about Detective Bell's words. The more he tried to focus, the more he thought about how she dressed for this evening's affair. And then he thought about how she would never dress like that for him, for they were partners. Nothing more. At this thought he began to fidget and pace.

"There's no logical reason for me to jealous. I socialize with women, there's no reason why she should not be allowed to socialize with men," Sherlock said to Clyde.

But he couldn't help but notice a tinge of…possessiveness. An illogical feeling!

"This experiment is not doing any just for my case Clyde."

~The Following Day~

"Remind me again why you had to accompany me to the super market?" Watson asked as she walked.

"To make sure that you do not hurt yourself. Can't have you walking into things or getting hit by more bicycles before you've fully recovered from the first incident," Sherlock said. Truth was, he was conducting – still – part of his experiment. He had observed her lack of presence last night, todays was to see how he would react when around her. The key factor here is, Watson always seems to draw subtle attention to herself whether she realizes it or not. But Sherlock always noticed. During the walk Watson was enquiring about the latest case. He gave her just enough details to satisfy her.

As the trip progressed he became more and more agitated. Have there always been this many men? What do I care? This partnership is only for business. Anything beyond needs is unnecessary. Well there is the case of Captain Gregson and his wife. Perhaps to figure this out I should analyze that, well before their current predicament. Lost in thought Sherlock almost did not catch what was happening before him. She had slipped. Joan! He caught her elbow and steadied her.

"I'm fine Sherlock. You can let go now," she told him. He hadn't realized a few things in this moment. One being that she wouldn't have fallen, it was just a small slide. Two, he was incredibly close to her. Three, he was still holding her elbow. He felt reluctant to let it go. Four, he had mentally called her by her name.