I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 8: Freeze For A Minute

sorry this is late, again. hope it's worth your time. on the bright side next week I'll only have one job so more free time! YAY! :)  Song is for the start of the chapter!

"Rori, Rori Anderson, get up," someone yelled out my door, waking me up from my slumber.

"Go away," I shouted back at them as I rolled over in my bed, pulling the sheets over my head, hoping that if I didn't open the door, they would just go away. It had to be only seven in the morning. The sun hadn't even come over the horizon yet, so thus I would not get out of bed and no one would make me.

"Rori, it's Donovan," the threatening voice said.

Without waiting another second, I jumped out of bed and opened the door. "I'm here. What?" I snapped at her. As much as I hated getting up without a warning, I had to because Donovan was tougher than Lestrade and would send me back without even thinking twice about it. She hated me, more than I hated Sherlock.

"Didn't you get Sherlock's text about today?"

"Oh, yeah, about that," I said as I scratched the back of my head, trying to come up with a good excuse. For the past week, I had been using my phone as a fancy paperweight on my desk. It had to be dead by now. I just got so fed up with all the texts Sherlock sent me. I just didn't like phones, they were like a convenient GPS for the cops and anyone with a half of brain could know where I was at all times.

She made a face of disgusted then snapped, "You know the deal Rori, if you don't follow it you get sent back to where you belong."

"I don't belong there!"

"Then where do you belong?" Donavan said flatly.

I dropped my head to look at the ground to hide my face. What she said stung like a slap to the face. It was uncalled for and in that moment; I wanted to hurt her as much as that hurt me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. 'Don't hit her, don't hit her.'

"The charger, I didn't give it to her. The phone has probably been long dead by now," Sherlock said coolly, snapping out of my thoughts.

"Oh, whatever, just get it fixed and you get ready. We leave in 10," Donovan said and turned her back to me.

I just looked at Sherlock in shock. He looked back at me with a straight face, as if he did nothing important. He gave me the charger when he gave me the phone, and he knew it. Why was he defending me? What did I do to deserve his sympathy?

I got ready as fast as I could and before long; I was walking down the cold street behind Sherlock and Sergeant Donovan. I could feel the hatred radiating off of Donovan towards me, but I didn't care. If she didn't like me, that was her problem. It wasn't my job to make everyone like me.

We stopped in front of a fancy restaurant that was covered with loads of yellow tape and Donovan turned to me and spoke for the first time since we left the flat. "Here you are."

"Aren't you coming with us?" I asked her politely, just to get on her nerves.

"I've been reposted. Lestrade wants you and Sherlock to work this case," she said flatly and walked off.

I looked at Sherlock then followed him under the tape through the front door to get into the building to Lestrade.

"Why do you like provoking people?" Sherlock asked me as we walked in. His question was just as unplanned as my wake up call had been. This was one of the first questions he asked me about my personality, it was like he was trying to get to know me. But that couldn't be the case, could it? He like provoking people just as much as I did, so he should have been able to answer the question himself.