NicolaMichelle

The cab pulled up to your destination and he used your connected hands to pull you from it before releasing you as you asked, “What is this theory we’re testing?” Without answering, he stalked off down the street and you shrugged, jogging as best you could in heels to catch up to him. You stayed relatively close to him so you didn’t lose him in the crowds walking the streets but still did your customary examination of everything you passed, a wide grin plastered across your face as you enjoyed London at night. You didn’t even mind that you were beyond cold or that your feet were beginning to hurt as he led you t

Sherlock woke up on the couch the next morning, having slipped off into a deep sleep after watching you for a bit longer, with a blanket tucked gently over him and you nowhere to be found. He sighed, it was early enough that John still wasn’t up which meant your habit of rising with the sun was stronger than he’d originally thought. Around noon, you bounced through the doorway to their flat with a wide grin on your face, “Your brother called.” Sherlock sat up from his place on the couch with a smirk as he quirked a curious eyebrow at you and you pulled your lips into your mouth, holding your breath as you waited for

John nearly squashed you with a tackle hug when you and Sherlock came through the door and you returned it with just as much fervor, “I’m sorry I made you worry, Johnny.” Sherlock disappeared into the kitchen, while John looked you over for any injuries, “What in the world happened, Squeak?” You rubbed the back of your neck as you sheepishly admitted, “It would seem I got a little lost…” Sherlock’s voice rang out from the kitchen, “A little? That’s the understatement of the year. I found her all the way over in Hackney.” John startled, “How did you manage that,

You were sitting on a bench, mentally cursing yourself as the cold night air cut through your light t-shirt. It had been perfect attire for the pleasantly sunny day but was hardly appropriate for the night’s decreased temperatures. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a hug as you shivered and stared at the road in front of you. You’d already walked in circles a few times in an attempt to recognize something or determine at least what direction you should walk to get closer to home but always ended up back at this bench, and after a particularly close encounter in one of the neighboring alleyways, you decided to stay here as

You had barely ushered out Sherlock when there was another knock on your door, you groaned shoving yourself from your place stretched out on the couch with a blanket. You still hadn’t figured out how the fireplace worked and being on the bottom floor the air in the flat was cold. You pulled your blanket around your shoulders and went to the door, letting it drag along behind you. You pulled it open and before you could even register who it was, John just sort of bounced past you. You sighed, grumbling, “Yes by all means. Come right in.” He took in your flat for a moment, you’d done a fantastic job but he’d exp

You stood in the kitchen of your flat, staring at the mug again. With some difficulty, you had convinced John to let you go so you could change out of your party outfit and now you were trying to decide if you felt well enough to eat something. Or you had been until you saw the mug on the counter where you’d left it. You had on a comfortable pair of jeans and one of John’s hand-me-down jumpers from a while back, leaning against the wall opposite the counter as you tried to think for a minute. A weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you’d finally told John but it had dredged up old memories, not to mention you were

You calmly shut the door to your flat behind you but inside you wanted to scream and throw the mug at the wall. Nothing good could come of that, you were aware of that fact, and if you did you would likely regret it almost instantaneously. So instead you carefully set the mug down on your kitchen counter and stared at it for a moment. None of the dishes in your cabinets matched, save for a few teacup and saucer sets, and that was the way you had always liked it. It had even been an advantage over the past few years because it was far easier to replace a dish that went sailing into the wall when you didn’t have to worry about a pattern.

Monday came and brought your things with it, leaving you with a small collection of furniture and a little hill of boxes. You had already told everyone they weren’t allowed to see the flat until it was done and, thankfully, you not only didn’t have much, but you had also been thorough with your labeling and organizing when packing, so the task was quick and relatively painless. You were completely done by the end of the week, unpacking the last box of books and shoving them on your shelf. When everything was finally put away in its proper place, you flopped down in the worn leather wing back chair, your chair, pulling a bundle of

You fell asleep on Sherlock’s shoulder in the cab after trying with all your might to stay awake, your head bobbing up and down as you nodded off only to pull yourself out of it. He looked down at you for a moment when your head hit his shoulder and John was sure he was going to shrug you off but he simply turned to look back out the window. John was beginning to think the two of you were hiding something. He wasn’t stupid after all and you were both acting strangely. Sherlock had been not only rather quiet about you but he also was being surprisingly friendly and you would seem like your usual self and then all of the sudden yo

You followed your brother closely as the three of you walked through the police station, trying not to get distracted by all the things there were to see. It was ridiculously difficult so you tried focusing on the people that you came upon as you walked instead of the stationary things that were tempting to stop and look at. You were examining a woman with a mess of curly hair that was giving off a rather bitter vibe when John stopped in front of you and you ran straight into his back at full speed. You tumbled backward to the floor, holding a hand over your nose as you softly cursed, “Merde… of all the bloody…” Sher