It's Not Real

Chapter Twenty Three

Evelyn had been running around in a mad dash from the moment they crawled out of their bedroom that morning. Sherlock may or may not of had her pinned to the bed while she panted and squirmed, despite how many times she'd said she had to get ready for work. Not that she was complaining at the time.

"Hun, I've really got to go." She emerged from their bedroom freshly dressed from her shower and still damp hair clipped back out of her face. She picked up an apple as she walked through the kitchen, opening the fridge. "Those toes really cant stay there. I'll get more milk later. Do we need anything else?"

Sherlock was watching her from his chair. Usual suit on and legs crossed. "Not unless you want to eat tonight."

She waved a hand. "We'll get a takeaway and do the shopping tomorrow. I barely have the energy already today." She pulled out a large jar. "Can't stay there."

"Leave the toes."

"No."

He pouted then.

"I'm just going to move them to the top shelf, we've had this conversation. Food and experiments need to be kept separate."

"Fine."

She shoved the apple into her mouth, taking a bite and closing the fridge, turning to him as she head for the door. "As gorgeous as you look right now, don't give me those eyes. I'm so late– Oh!" She froze momentarily, watching Sherlock shrug as she realised Greg Lestrade and Sally Donovan have been stood in the flat the whole time she'd been ranting at Sherlock. They both appeared just as stunned as she was, but maybe more at the glimpse into Sherlock's healthy, albeit a bit odd with the body parts in the fridge, domestic life. "Sorry for interrupting, I didn't realise."

She picked up her work bag and jacket from the hook, smiling nervously, her intrigue getting the better of her over a potential new case. "Work, darling."

"Oh! Yes, work!" She tugged the bag over her shoulder. "Sherlock, don't forget, John is dropping off Rosie at noon," she said, her attention on him. "Mrs. Hudson is visiting her sister, so you have to be here. He and Mary will be at work all afternoon and I'm not off work 'til after two. I'll be home then."

She looked like she was going to leave, but then she stopped and rummaged through her tote, not finding what she was looking for she began muttering about getting something from the canteen. She looked at the apple in her hand with the single bite out of it and tossed it at Sherlock, he caught it.

"Eat that. Rosie at Noon. Don't forget." Eve tugged her bag more securely over her shoulder as she turned to Greg and Sally, smiling. "Sorry again for interrupting." Once more her gaze was on her husband. "Right, I need to go. Text me."

She turned to leave, already two steps down. "Eve!" She groaned impatiently, turning back to him. "You haven't–" He glanced awkwardly to the police officers. "No goodbye?"

Her face softened then, the urgency leaving her bones a little as she stepped back into the flat. "Sorry." She leant down, pressing her mouth to his. "Love you, I'll be home soon." She kissed him a bit more firmly this time, sighing into him. "I really do have to go."

"I know. Go, be brilliant."

She headed for the stairs again. "Noon, Sherlock. Don't forget!"