Okay,it's short, but I promise I'm working hard! Enjoy!
For the next few weeks Caitlin started to become very busy, spending most of her time away from her flat. The only time she had to herself seemed to be used for sleeping, although when you live above Sherlock Holmes, getting any could be rather difficult. One night in particular, Caitlin had been tossing and turning for hours, drifting off only to be woken up by a series of loud noises from below. Alright, enough was enough. Throwing back her covers and not even bothering to put on her robe or slippers, Caitlin stormed out of her flat and down the stairs. Wrenching the door in front of her open, she hardly took notice of John as she started to rage at a genuinely surprised Sherlock, who was holding a gun. Inwardly sighing, she decided she didn't want to know.
"Sherlock Holmes! It is three o'clock in the morning! I swear to God above that if you don't stop whatever it is you're doing, I will take that gun you're holding and shoot you with it! I have to leave for work in five hours, and if I hear one more PEEP from down here you will regret it! Now SHUT UP!"
As both men looked at Caitlin, John trying very hard not to burst out laughing, Caitlin turned on her heel and started out the door. When she had almost reached the stairs she heard,
"Nice pajamas."
Flipping him off, she just growled,
"Fuck off."
And with that, Caitlin continued upstairs as John couldn't help it and broke down into uncontrollable laughter.
Weeks continued to roll by and before Caitlin knew it, March had arrived. Caitlin's work load had decreased slightly, but she still remained occupied most of the time. Deciding to give herself a much needed break, Caitlin stood from her chair, stretched, and decided to take a walk. Grabbing a coat, she hopped down the stairs and out the door into the sunny, but chilly day.
After taking a leisurely stroll and grabbing a late lunch, Caitlin started back to Baker Street. Upon arriving, she began heading up the stairs when her phone rang. Stopping in front of the boys' door to fish it from her pocket, she quickly answered.
"Hello? Yes, this is she."
John poked his head out upon hearing her voice.
"No," she all but gasped in surprise.
"Really? You're serious?!"
Shooting her a questioning look, John watched as the smile on Caitlin's face grew by the second.
"Yes, yes of course! Thank you so much! Yes, I'll talk to you soon. Yes ma'am. Alright, thank you again. Goodbye!"
Before John uttered a word, Caitlin grabbed his shoulders and began jumping up and down letting out EXTREMELY high pitched noises. Once the jumping stopped, John opened the door wider and ushered Caitlin inside, even though she clearly had not calmed down.
"So I take it you got some good news?"
"The best! John, she wants me to work with her! Elaine Summers wants me to work with her!"
"Who?"
As the two sat down on the couch, Caitlin couldn't seem to stop bouncing.
"Elaine Summers! She's one of Britain's top fashion designers! She saw some of my work on display and loved it, so she wants me to come and work with her! I can't believe it!"
"Caitlin that's fantastic, I'm so happy for you,"
John smiled before giving her a hug.
"John what on earth was that inhuman noise coming from the hallway?"
As Sherlock appeared from the back, Caitlin bounced over to him and grabbing him in a hug, continued to prattle off something so fast the only words he could work out were 'Elaine', 'fashion', and 'work'.
"I've got to go call home, I'll see you both later!"
And with that, Caitlin dashed out the door, leaving almost as quickly as she had come.
"What-?"
Sherlock looked John who just grinned and shook his head.
"I'll tell you later."