NOTE: So here it is finally the new chapter. It will have a little more of Gemma´s POV, as always I hope you enjoy reading!

Chapter 6: Holiday

Sherlock thought about a way to tell John that he was leaving for the weekend without him and then he thought why it was such a big deal to go somewhere without telling him or taking him along. Eventually he came to a brilliant conclusion or at least he thought so.

John had walked a few steps away from Sherlock, turned back, throwing his hands up in disbelief, frowning: "What did you say? Where are you going?"

"Do you have problems with the acoustic or with understanding? I am going to visit my parents."

John shook his head: "I have serious problems with understanding, I think. I never even heard you talking about your parents and I just didn´t took you for a family – family kind of – whatever."

Sherlock slowly walked back in the direction of his bedroom to pack, turning his head back to John raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes even I have to do this boring and dull family whatever, to avoid worse. Like regular phone calls or them visiting me."

"Fine. Than have fun or whatever."

Sherlock received a text late that evening with the station, the platform and the departure time. It was early in the morning Sherlock left the flat with a small brown leather bag. Outside it was still dark and drizzling, he took a cab to the station. There were only a few commuters passing by waiting or rushing for their trains. Sherlock arrived at the top of the stair that lead down to the platform. Of course he had taken precautions to prevent anyone from finding out what he was doing. He even informed Lestrade that he would be away for the weekend and he blocked Mycroft´s surveillance on his phone. Very discreet so he wouldn´t notice.

Now Sherlock´s eyes roamed over the platform until he saw her. Gemma stood next to bag in a plain black cashmere dress under a beige trench coat. The coat hung open and lazily moved with the wind, which always seems to be present on platforms. As if she´d noticed that someone was watching her she turned further around and noticed Sherlock on top of the stairs. The wind blew strong through the canopied station taking her hair and her coat with him. Gemma wrapped her arms around her body against the freezing breeze and waited.

A hint of anxiety and nervousness hit Sherlock as he took the first step. He could deduce a thousand facts about that particular woman but he was not able to figure out her intentions. When Sherlock reached her, he´d already forgotten his former unwell feeling. She shot him an awry smile but didn´t make the attempt to say anything. Instead they just stood next to each other waiting for their train.

On time the train arrived and without just one exchanged word they entered, sat down opposite to each other and watched the landscape race by in silence. It wasn´t an uncomfortable silence it was more like they both had agreed to it, to share it.

After an hour Sherlock left and returned with two paper cups of coffee. After another hour the train arrived at their destination. Sherlock hadn´t bothered to ask where they´re going. It was a small town on the countryside close to the sea. There was not much to find, a small town, a church, an Inn and a big lot of sheep all around the village.

They were staying in a cute little Inn called Crown´s, it was an old cottage-style house with two stories with a pub.

Gemmas POV

It was for certain not the strangest thing she had ever done but it was surly in her top ten. She just couldn´t stop thinking about Sherlock. The day she´d returned his coat, the way he´d looked at her through the rain, that little smile… At first it has just been curiosity; today it was much more than that. Gemma was genuinely intrigued. For a long time now she´d thought that she was past that kind of stuff, though she was standing here now in front of that old hotel with a man she barely even knew beside every single fact she could dig up about him and his past. His brother on the other hand she knew pretty well, had come across him every now and then while working on a job. Much more dangerous this one.

While Gemma tried to sort through her thoughts, she made her way into the hotel. The furniture, the decoration everything was exactly the way you would imagine it to be in an old pup with a small bed & breakfast. It was cozy but kind of frumpy that´s why Gemma hadn´t bothered to reserve rooms. She hadn´t thought people would actually spend their holidays here. But matter of factly people did and when she stood in front of the reception desk with Sherlock a step behind her, she felt stupid. The man behind the desk just told her that there was only the suite left she felt a blush creeping over her cheeks, a stupid blush! Really! Who was she? Some kind of schoolgirl?! She could practically feel Sherlock snort behind her even though he didn´t make a noise.

"Our suite is really nice and free room service is included!" The old man behind the desk looked from her to Sherlock who stepped closer until he was right next to her and his arm brushed her elbow. Gemma was lost for a moment and Sherlock took the opportunity leaned a bit over the desk and did the most unexpected thing as he wrapped his arm around her and replied: "That sounds lovely, honey! We will take it." Then he winked and turned away again.

Oh, that bastard he was enjoying this way too much.

"Great! Who can I sign in? And for how long do you want to stay?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Watson. Until Sunday." She replied turning towards Sherlock who just rolled his eyes at her. She smirked and turned back to the desk to make the payments and book breakfast.

Their suite was on the end of the hall on the second story. The room was big, with a couch and television, a big four-poster bed with a silly rose coverlet, a bathroom in the back and a small table with two chairs near the windows. The fluffy whine red carpet muffled their steps when they shuffled themselves and their luggage inside the room.

They hadn´t talked since they took the room and the following silence was awkward. They just stood in the middle of the room neither knowing what to do next.

Eventually Gemma sighed heavily and broke the silence.

"Tell me, you genius, what exactly where you thinking?"

Sherlock seemed to muse over her question for a moment until he crossed the distance between them with a few steps. His tall frame a bit too close for Gemma´s taste. The corner of his mouth pulled up in a slight grin.

"You didn´t plan this as well as I thought." He simply stated. "And it was quite amusing to see you getting uncomfortable like that." His hand reached hesitantly for her cheek just barely touching it and there it was again the flush of pink on her face giving her away.

"Blushing." Another blunt statement that made Gemma want to kick him, but she was frozen in place starring up in his pale blue eyes. His fingers rested on her cheekbone. "I am certainly no expert in this area but if I wouldn´t know it any better I would presume you like me." His voice was low and Gemma forgot for a second that she didn´t do that kind of thing.

Sherlock seemed a tiny bit disappointed when Gemma stepped out of his reach and turned away from him. Not being in control was not her thing either.

"I am sorry to disappoint you, but I´m certainly not here with you because I planned on seducing you!" The words came out harsh and a wave of anger hit her. "I´m not doing that kind of stuff. And I thought you weren´t, either…" The last bit sounded more like a question to her ears, because she´d seen his pupils dilate just seconds ago when he touched her.

Instead of giving her an answer Sherlock just shrugged and grabbed his bag to put in on the bed and empty it.

"So you want to sleep on the couch then?" He asked with a crooked smile.