The apartment looked old and dusty in daylight like a jumble shop. The smell of bacon and eggs reached her nose and she couldn't help but smile as Sherlock slid open the glass doors to the kitchen. A man had his back turned to them, he was facing the stove and cooking. Merlin walked around the wooden table and sat on a wooden chair, he pointed to the chair in front of him and she quickly sat down. The man who was cooking turned around, two mugs of coffee in hand. He put them in the middle of the table and picked up his own.
He was shorter that Sherlock and broader too, not to mention his dark blonde hair and blue eyes. This must have been the doctor that Sherlock was with last night when I walked into him, he walked into me, when we walked into each other.
"You must be Miss Adler" he says extending his arm to her "I'm John Watson." She took his hand a shook is gently, he smiled at her.
"Juliet, most people call me Jules"
"We'll Jules, as per usual Sherlock hasn't told me a thing about you."
"That doesn't surprise me" she said quickly and they both laughed. Sherlock however just looked at Juliet.
"So calls you Jules?" He asked and John turned back to cooking, she sighed.
"Does It matter Sherlock." She snapped.
"Of course, otherwise I would not have asked."
"My friends, they call me Jules."
"He calls you that doesn't he?" Sherlock said suddenly and Juliet was taken back.
"Not all the time, only when we're alone." She says aware of her cheeks growing pink.
"He calls you Jules when your intimate."
Juliet stood up and rested her fists on the table "when were having sex, you can say it Sherlock or are you embarrassed?" He opened his mouth to speak but she pounded her fist against table. "No, let me finish. " she snapped at him, she could push his buttons, the way she was taught. "Your not the only one who can deduce things."
Both Sherlock and Watson watched her "your a sociopath that much is clear, you detach yourself from human emotions because you think it makes you stronger but really you just don't want to be hurt again. Yes I said again, what as it abusive mother or father? No wait don't answer, your mother, an abusive drunk. That's the reason you avoid female company, you don't know how to trust them, but you don't trust much people do you?"
"You trust me, I don't know why but you do. I could break your heart with a snap of my fingers and not even blink. You hesitate before you touch me, I make you nervous, like all women but especially me. That's it isn't it your still a virgin, all that built up sexual energy going to waste because your scared. It's a shame Sherlock, a real shame."
John was gaping at her, Sherlock remained still and silent, he was about to speak when the tune of 'staying alive' echoed around the apartment. She froze, her heart sinking in her chest and the fear rising to her throat.
She rushed into the lounge and fished out her brand new iPhone from her bag, which was next to the sofa. She pressed the accept button and lifted the phone to her ear, when she turned she saw John and Sherlock behind her.
"Hello" she said quickly.
"Miss Adler, I was informed that you did not return home last night. I am becoming rather worried for your well being" his voice echoed loudly through the phone. She frowned.
He thinks that I'm betraying him, that I'm with someone else.
"There was a mishap."
"A mishap?" He repeated almost too calmly.
"I had a fight with the pavement" she said simply.
He lets out a small laugh "and who won this fight?"
"You could say that he won" she muttered simply
"What makes you think that?"
"My unconsciousness and a slight concussion" she said weakly, looking at both the me who we're watching her watching her closely.
"Is there any visible damage?"
"Not a scratch" she said calmly "I'll be fine to work."
"Good, I wouldn't want you out of work" she could tell by the way he had said it that he was smiling widely at her.
"And what about tonight?" She tried to lower her tone so Sherlock wouldn't be able to hear.
"I won't be back in London for a couple of days, you can take the time to relax."
"Thank you" she said quickly before hanging up the phone and looking at them. They were both staring at her, she muttered quickly "I have to go."
She made her to Sherlocks bedroom and dipped off his clothes, she searched for her dress as Sherlock burst into the room.
"What the fuck?" She shouted, using her arms to cover up her exposed body.
He looked down out if curtesy but soon lifted his head back up "Miss Adler, where are you going?"
She let out a laugh "anywhere but I have to go now." She was still scanning the room for any sign of her black dress, Sherlock sighed and looked under be bed. He reached under and produced the black dress, he held it out to her.
"Thanks" she mumbled under her breath as she took it from him. She pulled it over her head and rolled it down her body.
"I wish we could have met under different circumstances Sherlock. Your a good man and let's face it I'm a criminals whore."
She walked past him, her arm brushing against his. The heat from the small touch was enough to make her gasp. Ignoring it, she walked into the lounge and picked up her bag and shoes. "Thank you" she gestured towards John who opened his mouth to reply as she ran out of the lounge and down the wooden stairs.
When she got outside she exhaled, she could never see Sherlock Holmes again. She couldn't risk having feelings for him.
She slipped on her heels and walked calmly down the street.