A/N: So, I just watched the first episode of season 3 and it was FANTASTIC and...I finally know where this story is headed. I can't tell just yet, but I think you'll like it. Also, this chapter takes place after 'The Hounds of Baskerville'. The next few chapters will begin to go into the plot. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

Third Person POV

Walking into the flat, Kayla shrugged her coat off and sighed. It felt good to be home. The door closed behind her as Sherlock followed her in, shrugging his own jacket off. After they made their way upstairs, they hung their coats on the rack and then Kayla dropped into Sherlock's chair. "Oddly enough, that was exhausting." Kayla said, rolling her neck to release some tension. She heard Sherlock chuckle and come up behind her. She felt his hands press into the base her neck and they began to rub the tension all the way out. With a content sigh, Kayla let her eyes shut and head fell forward, giving him better access.

"Thank you for coming with me. I really do appreciate your help this morning." he said and Kayla only groaned in response when he hit a particularly tight spot. She didn't know how long they stayed like that, but when she woke with a start, it was dark outside. As she curled further into Sherlock's chair, she pulled the newfound blanket that was draped over herself tighter, not wanting to move. The flat was pretty quiet. Glancing at the clock, John would already be in bed right now, he was needed at the clinic tomorrow, but Sherlock would still be up.

Standing up, she tightened the blanket around herself and went through the kitchen to Sherlock's room. Without even knocking, she walked in and shut the door behind her. Sherlock didn't bother looking up from his experiment, but did acknowledge her. "Glad to see you're awake." he said, not looking up from his microscope.

"Mhm." was all Kayla said before dropping onto Sherlock's bed, feeling as if she hadn't slept at all. Sherlock looked up from his microscope when he heard the springs of his bed creak and watched as the woman curled up into a ball in his bed. "How long have I been out?" she asked, not opening her eyes.

"Not too long. It was about four when we returned, so about three hours." he told her, returning to his microscope.

"It's because you woke me up early." she complained, pulling one of the pillows from the top of the bed so she could curl around it. There was a pause and then Sherlock cleared his throat.

"Only because I wanted you to come with me." he said and Kayla grinned.

"I'm always glad to help, sweetie." she said and Sherlock smiled. After another moment of silence, Sherlock glanced back at the woman, only to find her fast asleep.

A small smile graced his lips and he stood up. Walking over to the bed, he carefully tucked his arms under her knees and shoulders and lifted her to maneuver her so she was positioned correctly on the bed. She mumbled something in her sleep, but he couldn't tell what due to the softness of the sound. Not feeling like sleeping on the couch that night, he changed and carefully slid into bed next to her, careful not to disturb her. He thought having someone else in his bed would make it harder for him to fall asleep, but that wasn't the case. He fell asleep in no time, his body easily succumbing to sleep.

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Sherlock woke just as the sun was coming up to an odd, but pleasant, weight against his side and on his chest. Opening his eyes, he immediately went stiff, not knowing whether he should move or stay where he was. Kayla had somehow managed to curl herself around the detective, her head pillowed on his shoulder, an arm splayed across his chest, and a leg draped over his. It didn't help matters that his arm was wrapped around her shoulders and there was slim chance of him getting it back anytime soon. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the closeness, he enjoyed it greatly, but he had no idea how to deal with a situation like this. He was confused enough as it was with his own emotions and it didn't help he couldn't tell anything about hers.

That was the worst part about not being able to read her. Ever since she'd come back, his feeling had been all over the place and he came to the simple conclusion that he held a deep affection for the woman. He might even go as far as say that he loved her, in a way, but he wasn't sure which way. He had no idea how the woman sprawled over him felt about him. He knew she cared about him, but he didn't know which direction that affection went. Not knowing drove him insane.

Kayla groaned and shifted, causing Sherlock to start to panic. Sherlock Holmes did not panic. Not normally. But when the only woman he'd ever felt anything for was about to wake up in his arms unintentionally, he had no idea how to react. He heard her breathing speed up, indicating that she was waking up. "If you keep thinking so loud, I'm going to have to hit you. You're interrupting my sleep." she mumbled, moving so she was comfortable again. Sherlock was confused. This didn't make any sense. He thought she'd freak out. Maybe run from the room once she realized the position they were in.

But here she was, making herself more comfortable and falling back to sleep. Not seeming to care about their compromising position. There was no way he was going to be able to get out of bed without waking her again, not with his arm trapped, so he did the only logical thing. He went back to sleep. And if he was honest with himself, which he tried not to do very often, he rather enjoyed the position they were in. It was quite comfortable.

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The next time Sherlock woke up, he was alone. Sitting up in confusion, he looked over at the clock and then realized why he'd woken up alone. It was nearly noon. He never slept this late. Hauling himself out of bed, her threw his housecoat on and left his room. Walking into the kitchen, he grinned when he saw Kayla sitting in his chair with a book and cup of tea. "Good morning." she said, not looking up from her book.

"Not so much morning anymore." he said, grabbing the cup of tea that was left on the counter for him.

"Had to talk John out of checking on you to make sure you weren't sick or anything. Though, he did tell me to keep an eye on you and let him know if anything seemed off about you." she said as Sherlock sat in John's normal seat.

"I honestly don't know why I slept like that. It's not normal." he said absently, drinking his tea. There was a slight pause and Kayla looked up from her book and grinned.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I slept the best I have in months last night." she said and stood up. "Thank you." she said and walked over to place a kiss on the detectives temple before heading into the kitchen. Sherlock was about to ask what she was thanking him for, but she stopped him before he could. "I have to make a few runs this afternoon. I'll be back in about two hours and John will be home later this evening. Try not blow up the flat while we're gone." she said and grabbed her coat off the rack.

Sherlock watched her curiously as she slipped it on and then headed down the stairs. With a sigh, he slumped in the chair once he heard the door downstairs shut. If he was confused before, it was worse now. And it infuriated him.

A/N: I hope you guys like the update. I know I haven't been updating anything in a while, but I just haven't felt like it. I don't want to leave you guys hanging, but I also don't want to feel obliged to write. If that happens, who knows how the chapters'll come out! Anyway, sorry again, but I hope to update again soon. Not sure when, but it shouldn't take months like last time. Don't forget to leave a review and tell me what you think!