A lot happens in this chapter. It starts getting 'mature' at the end, although the sex will be in the NEXT chapter. Enjoy and review!

CHAPTER 5 - Stop Doing That!

He called out for Molly, who answered immediately. He talked to her in some scientific babble, and Tabitha figured it was to preserve whatever evidence he had found. Molly nodded with a smile and sent her a quick good-bye as we walked past her. It was a quick ride to the apartment as Sherlock texted, most likely Lestrade. Tabitha had her bag of books in between her legs, and watched the buildings and people fly by during their ride.

Finally, she had made it to their apartment. She was curious to meet Mrs. Hudson, and had made the decision to figure out her name, even if she had to ask her face to face. Sherlock opened the door in front of them and they walked up the stairs. Tabitha noticed it didn't seem as musty as the show had made it. It was clean, and smelled like lemon. The door to Sherlock's place was wide open, and she heard John conversing with Mrs. Hudson. They were talking about her, she knew, because her name was mentioned. They stopped when the two walking in.

"Ah, you must be Tabitha! Good to meet you, I'm Mrs. Hudson, their landlady," the older woman cheerfully said. Tabitha couldn't help but smile as the woman ushered her in and made her sit down in one of the plush chairs. John looked longingly where she sat, and she almost chuckled at the fact that she had taken over his chair. "I made some tea and biscuits."

"Oh, thank you," Tabitha answered as a cup of tea was thrust in front of her. She blinked and carefully took the china from Mrs. Hudson's hands. She sipped the tea, and was glad that sugar was put in it. She preferred anything but tea, but this would work for now. She'd go shopping for groceries later. She watched Sherlock update John on what they had found, and sat her saucer and cup on the side table next to her.

"I hear you got a bit of a head problem, dearie, are you feeling okay?" Mrs. Hudson asked as she took the cup away.

"Yes, just fine. Apparently my memories are the only thing that's a bit whacked out," she answered with a chuckle. John settled onto the couch with his feet up. He picked up a paper and started to flip through it. Sherlock settled into his chair and leaned back. Mrs. Hudson decided it was okay to babble on about the investigation that Sherlock was currently on, and John made annoyed and funny comments. Sherlock grunted a few times, and threw out sarcastic thoughts as he picked at his violin.

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The Doctor spent a very boring night in Tabitha's house. He had even decided to fix up some things to keep himself busy. The kitchen sink dripped, so he fixed that. The bedroom wall paint was peeling, so he found paint in the shed to cover it. He checked in on the TARDIS, and huffed in annoyance when she wouldn't open the doors for him. She must not be finished, he decided. He went back inside and decided to use the exercise equipment in the big bedroom. It was just a treadmill, but he pushed himself to do the highest settings. He made it to just below the final level, then he got bored and stopped. He then took a shower, using the extra towels in the hall closet.

He felt a bit guilty for using her things while she was away, but there was nothing he could do at the moment. He ran a hand through his wet hair, dressed back in his beloved bow tie and suspenders, and took out his sonic screwdriver. He waltzed over to the front door and buzzed the sonic around the frame. He read the information, hummed a bit, and did it again, moving in and out of the house as she scanned the area around the door.

There had been some sort of energy explosion. After a few more moments of analyzing he let out a yell of triumph. He knew what had happened! He grinned and turned toward the TARDIS just as it threw open its doors.

"You know you shouldn't play with dimensions!" he shouted, quickly hurling himself into the police box.

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The week passed quickly. Tabitha went to sleep each night with the slight hope that she would awaken in her bed the next morning, but each time it was Sherlock's bed that had been under her. He had insisted she take his since John was working more and needed his sleep, and Sherlock was busy with two different cases at once. He would stay up all night, and Tabitha counted that he had only about seven hours of sleep in the 6 days that he'd been working at the clues.

She had gotten enough food for them for the next few weeks, though John was a bit disappointed that Tabitha couldn't cook. She made up with making homemade cookies and cakes and pies for dessert. Sherlock rarely sat down long enough to eat, but Tabitha noticed that he nibbled on something during the night. There was a few times that Sherlock would sit down and ask her questions. Most of them were things that she knew from the television show. It didn't last long when he sat and chatted with her.

John apologized a few times, but Tabitha was actually fine with it. Sherlock was busy with cases – that was what kept him from going crazy. Besides, she had books to read. Mrs. Hudson was around most of the time, and Tabitha finally learned her first name: Martha. She was named after her maternal grandmother. Her favorite thing to do, though, was just taking a walk through London. She bought a few things she needed, but nothing major. Tabitha loved to go to the shops and cafes during the day.

It was an easy Sunday morning, her seventh day in the Sherlock world, when she got a call. She wasn't doing anything special – just lounging on the couch with one of her books from the library. Tabitha had been expecting a phone call, but was still surprised to see the name pop up on the ID. John was out on his second date with Mary, and Sherlock had gone over to Bart's to use their facilities for the morning. The phone rang a few times, and she answered it.

"Mycroft. I was wondering when you'd be calling," she murmured into the phone, saving her place and setting the book down. She made herself more comfortable on the couch and smirked.

"I have been terribly busy, Miss Hunter. How is Sherlock?" She could hear paper ruffling, and something hitting a table.

"Busy with a few cases. One about two men murdered in a flower shop and the other about a drug dealer who tried to go straight and asked for a bit too much. I haven't seen him smoke anything, or use any kind of drugs." Tabitha had been rehearsing this information for the last day and a half. It's basically what had been happening. Sherlock seemed to always be out of the flat when she was there, unless she was sleeping. He'd even be gone when she would get up in the morning. She could count on one hand how many times she had actually sit down with him to chat.

"Hm. Nothing to report, it seems," he commented. She gave a shrug, even though he couldn't see her. "You'll have another deposit of our agreed upon sum tomorrow."

"Mycroft, I didn't give you anything important."

"Don't underestimate yourself, dear." He hung up. Tabitha raised an eyebrow at her phone, and sat it down. She pulled her new laptop off the table and noticed that Sherlock had used it last night. John certainly didn't know her password. She checked the history of the browser and saw that he had been looking her name up. Again. He'd done it three times this week already. It was like he was hoping to find proof that she was making all this up.

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He made sure that his new roommate had left before he came back to his flat. Sherlock disliked to admit that he was avoiding her, but she drove him a bit mad. That oddest part about it? He enjoyed it. She accepted everything he had to say, knew secrets that other people didn't, and made him feel things he had blocked out since Irene Adler had cornered him, and long before that.

Sherlock liked her smile, the way her new clothing fit her curvy body, and that strawberry blonde wild hair that seemed to be a sexy mess all the time. Her story was impossible, yet he could find no other explanations. He had tried all of his contacts, and none of them knew of this girl, or anything that led to her abduction.

When he returned to his flat, he noticed that she had found out he'd been looking her information up on the internet again. She was rather clever, and she knew him more than he knew her. He huffed in annoyance and moved the stack of books she had left in his chair to the coffee table. She was almost done reading what she had checked out – she must be a speed reader. He made himself some tea and rested in his chair.

The cases were going to be solved soon – the flower shop murders were a misunderstanding with a cheating wife. The second one was a bit tougher. He still was working on identifying the drug. Once he had that, he was sure to find the supplier. Molly had asked him earlier about Tabitha, but he had just grunted and ignored her comment. Sherlock didn't realize it, but Molly knew something was up – he was at the lab more often than before.

"Sherlock, do you want something to eat?"

He jumped at the voice, and turned to see Tabitha wondering around the kitchen. She was making herself a sandwich – sliced turkey with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. He gulped when he saw her bare legs. She was wearing short running shorts and a black tank-top. She was barefoot, and her hair was in curls down her back. Tabitha raised her eyebrows and repeated her offer.

"No," Sherlock answered, angry at being distracted. He turned sharply back into a comfortable sitting position and worked to ignore the noises in the kitchen. It didn't take long for him to realize that having her there was a disruption of his thoughts. He huffed a sigh and stood up. Making what sounded like a growl, he wrapped his hand around her wrist and forcefully turned her around from the counter. The spin made her move a bit away from her sandwich, and her eyes were widened in surprise. "Stop doing that."

"Stop doing what?" she asked, looking confused as she shook her head. He glared down at her and pressed her against the counter with his body. She blinked, and he felt himself smirk as she noticed part of his body stiffening against the bottom of her stomach. "Oh… Oh!"

She put both hands flat on his chest to push him away, but Sherlock needed this distraction to go away, and Tabitha would be lying to herself if she pushed him away. Sherlock gripped her wrists with both hands, moved them off his chest down to rest awkwardly on the counter, and positioned himself so she couldn't move away. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, and her breathing heavy. Sherlock bent down and kissed her. It wasn't a soft passionate kiss – it was a kiss of annoyance and lust.

He pressed his lips hard against hers, quickly moving his tongue to swipe against her own mouth. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and Sherlock closed his eyes as she welcomed his tongue. He ran it over the inside of her lip and then fought against her tongue for dominance. His hands moved up to grip her hair tightly, knowing he must have been hurting her scalp. Her fingers latched onto his hips and squeezed. Tabitha pressed her ample breasts against his hard chest and tried her best to pull his hips close enough to rub his length on her. He growled and pulled back, hands still in her hair, and glared down at her.

"Come," he scowled, turning away and practically stomping toward the hall. All Tabitha could do was blink at him. Her mouth was bruised and she was having trouble catching her breath. Sherlock turned around and huffed as he rolled his eyes. "I said, follow me," he growled again, coming back to grab her wrist and drag her to his bedroom.

"This is escalating quickly," Tabitha murmured, not being able to think clearly. She couldn't say no, could she? He stomped toward the bed and shrugged off his suit jacket. Tabitha glanced at the door, wide open. She was tempted to close it, but the look on Sherlock's face as he unbuttoned his shirt told her to just ignore it.

"Shut up and take your clothes off," he murmured, shrugging off the white button up shirt he had chosen for the day. Without thinking too much, she stripped off her tank top. Sherlock's hand's stopped for a moment as he stared at her bra. It was yellow with see-through lace. She smirked as she remember her panties matched in a bikini style. Sherlock glared at her once more as he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Tabitha quickly stripped off the running shorts, then felt her back slam into the wall as Sherlock basically jumped her.

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