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Chapter Four

Third Person POV

Kayla was sprawled out in Sherlockʼs chair, her legs dangling off the side as she listened to Sherlock talk about one of his cases while she was away. "What do you think of him?" Sherlock asked. Kayla looked at him from where she was sitting. He was standing next to her so she had to crane her neck a little to look up at him.

"Who?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. She wasnʼt ashamed to admit that sheʼd zoned out while Sherlockʼd been talking. Sherlock just rolled his eyes and went over and sat in Johnʼs chair. "John." he said, folding his hands under his chin. He would never admit it out loud, but her opinion of John mattered to him.

Kayla smiled. "I think heʼs a good change for you." she said, smirking when he glared at her. "If you didnʼt want my opinion, you shouldnʼt have asked." she laughed, her smirk fading into a large smile.

Kayla stifled a yawn as she looked at her watch. "Oh god! I need to get going. Itʼs almost three in the morning." she groaned, rubbing her eyes. Sherlock raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Donʼt give me that look. Unlike you, I enjoy sleeping." she said, getting up and walking over to Sherlock.

He stayed silent and just watched her. She laughed lightly and leaned down. She kissed him on the forehead and went over to the coatrack. "Iʼll see you tomorrow, Sherlock." she said, grabbing her coat and heading downstairs. She paused at the door, thinking of stopping to say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson, but decided against it considering how late it was.

Kayla smiled, zipped her jacket up, and left the flat.

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Sherlock sat in Johnʼs chair and smiled to smiled to himself. He got up from Johnʼs chair and headed to his bedroom, deciding to try and get some sleep. He felt more relaxed now than he had in a really long time. After heʼd stripped and threw something much more comfortable on, he sprawled out on his bed and grinned.

He absently ran his finger over his forehead where Kayla had kissed him before leaving. She did it all the time when they lived together. He found out it was her way of saying ʻdonʼt do anything stupid while Iʼm gone or you wonʼt like the consequencesʼ.

Sherlock rolled onto his side and decided to go to sleep. If Kayla was going to be here for the next week, he was going to make sure she had a wonderful time. Within moments, Sherlock was asleep, his mind completely void of The Woman and all the problems sheʼd caused while she was.

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Kayla woke up the next morning to a loud knocking at her door. She groaned and looked at the alarm clock on the night stand. She groaned even louder when she saw sheʼd only been asleep for a few hours. Jumping when there was another loud knock at her door, she threw off the blankets that sheʼd managed to keep on that night off and headed for the door.

She looked through the little peephole and rolled her eyes. ʻOf course heʼd know where Iʼm staying.ʼ she thought to herself as she unlocked the door. "You better have brought me coffee if youʼre gonna wake me up this early." she said, opening the door enough so she could look out at him.

Sherlock grinned and held up a styrofoam cup. "Black, two sugars." he said. Kayla smiled and opened the door fully to let him in. He handed her the cup, which she took gratefully, and shrugged his coat off to drape it across the chair in front of the small desk in her room. Kayla walked over and curled up on one of the two chairs that was by the balcony window. Sherlock walked over and sat in the other chair, crossing his legs. "You better have a good reason for waking me up after only four hours of sleep." she said, taking a tentative sip of her coffee.

Sherlock chuckled and looked out the window for a second before turning back to Kayla. "I thought since you only have a week here, weʼd spend some time together." he said, grinning when she gave him a perplexed look. She blinked a couple of times before opening her mouth and then closing it again.

"Okay, what have you done with the Sherlock I know." she said, raising an eyebrow. Sherlock let out a light laugh and stood up. "Itʼs still the same me. I just thought youʼd like to spend some time with me before you left." he said, faking a hurt expression. Kayla took another sip of her coffee.

"What did you have planned." she asked, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of the hot coffee running down her throat. Sherlock turned around and looked at her. He smirked and waked over to her chair. He leaned over and rested on the side of her chair. "I want you to go to a crime scene with me." he said, his smirk growing when she glared up at him.

"Sherlock-" she started, but was stopped when Sherlock help up a hand to tell her to stop so he could explain himself. "Johnʼs over at Jeanetteʼs trying to patch his relationship with her and I need someoneʼs professional opinion." he told her. Kayla took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. "Professional?" she asked.

Sherlock smirked and stood up straight. "Yes. I need someone who can pick anotherʼs mind without them knowing it. If I remember correctly, and I am correct, you were going to college for psychology." he said, a smug looking coming across his face. "I was going to college for psychology. Then I met you and made it my personal goal to figure you out. When I didnʼt-"

"You dropped out because you didnʼt think youʼd be any good." he finished for her. "That doesnʼt mean you werenʼt any good. I have to admit, you almost had me spilling every dark secret I had to you when youʼd sit and talk with me all those late nights." he said, his face and eyes softening.

She didnʼt want to admit, but he was right. She thought she could be the best psychologist if she could crack Sherlock Holmes. When she couldnʼt she gave up because she thought that if she couldnʼt figure him out, how was she going to figure anyone out.

After a moments of serious thought, she nodded her head. "Alright. Iʼll go with you. But only because Iʼll get to put my skills to use." she said, getting up from her chair and handing her coffee to Sherlock.

She walked over to her bag and pulled out some clothes. "Iʼll be back in fifteen, twenty minutes. Try not to break or ruin anything while Iʼm in the shower." she said and before she could answer, she was in the bathroom. Sherlock rolled her eyes and took a drink of her coffee.

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