Another Cinderella Story (Sherlock fanfiction)

Chapter 16

A couple of hours later, they finally woke up, after being shook awake by John and Lestrade. They had woke up grudgingly, both unaffected by the position they were in, and got dressed. Afterwards, they went into the kitchen to see food out already for them; bacon and eggs, along with some wafers with syrup and cream.
"Thank you, Greg." Melody murmured, digging into her food without looking at the boy's reaction. They had looked at her shocked, since they didn't tell her who cooked the food.
"How did you -"
"You have a bit of syrup on your shirt." Melody answered, cutting Lestrade off. She then turned to Sherlock with a smirk. "You're not the only one who can do deductions, Mister Holmes." Melody teased. Sherlock smiled at her, before digging into his own food, unaffected by the new discovery. The other two couldn't help but gape at them.
"You are definitely made for Sherlock." Lestrade chuckled.
***
After the two men left, Melody and Sherlock went into the living room to chat about her father's murder. He asked her questions about her and her father, their relationship, and what he was like everyday.
"He was making sure I had a good life, spoiling me with our money and love, despite the fact of no mother figure." Melody answered slowly, frowning in thought. "I would see him sometimes looking sad and depressed, because of the loss of his wife, but he tries and act happy for me."
"But he had shown no sign of any suicidal thoughts." Sherlock stated.
"No." she shook her head quickly. "Not that I know of."
"What about your step-mother and sisters?" he asked her. "What were they like to you when you three first met?"
"They never really spoke to me when we first met at the wedding." she answered quietly. "When our parents went onto the honeymoon, my step-sisters and I had to stay together at my place, with one of my father's friends."
"What were they like, though?" Sherlock urged. "Did they hate you at first, or like you. . .?"
"They hated me." she said. "They actually hate me still! I'd hear them whisper behind my back about me being, apparently 'pretty' - I mean, that's absurd -"
"I don't blame them." Sherlock chuckled, putting his hands in a praying position.
"What?" Melody frowned, looking at him in his armchair from the sofa.
"I don't blame them when they say you're pretty." Sherlock said. "You're actually more than pretty; you're breathtakingly -"
"Okay, you can stop exaggerating now." she blushed, looking down at her lap.
"I'm not joking," he said softly, definitely not like himself. "You really are beautiful."
"Thank you." Melody said softly, looking into his eyes shyly. They stared into each other's eyes, when Sherlock remembered what he was doing.
"Right." he cleared his throat, standing up. "Let's go to Scotland Yard!" he suggested, holding a hand out to help her up. "I'll get Gavin to get us the files of this case."
"His name is Greg." Melody giggled, accepting his hand.
"Whatever." he waved off, grabbing his scarf and belstaff coat. "Let's just go to him."
Melody stole the scarf from him, before running down the stairs, giggling. Sherlock chuckled at her, before following after her slowly.
***
They opened the door, only to get bombarded with bright flashes.
"Sherlock! Sherlock!"
"Sherlock Holmes! Over here!"
"Is this your Mystery woman?"
"Miss! Miss!"
"Can you answer some questions for us!"
"Mister Holmes!"
"Mister Holmes!"
"NO COMMENT!" Sherlock yelled over the press, slamming the door closed. "It seems we can't go out for a while." he sighed. "We might have to postpone this case."
"Then lets get to know each other more?" Melody suggested. "You know. . .face to face, without the mask. . ."
"Hm. Right." Sherlock nodded. "Without the mask. . ."
"Problem?" she asked worried.
"No!" he exclaimed. "No-no, just remembering the ball, how we revealed almost everything about each other behind a mask."
"Yes," she agreed amused. "I think that was really stupid of us. We could have been serial killers -"
"I'm a high-functioning sociopath." Sherlock shrugged, making her roll her eyes at him.
"No you're not." she said, walking up the stairs. "You are just not really fond of socializing, or revealing your true emotions."
"You really think that?" Sherlock asked her curiously, following her up the stairs.
"I don't think so." she said, facing him, making him stop at the step behind hers. She smiled slightly at their closeness, and gently leaned her forehead against his, now that he's shorter than her. Sherlock leaned back in shock, but quickly leaned his forehead against hers, finding it relaxing.
"You don't think so?" he asked quietly.
"No." she whispered, their noses touching.
Suddenly, her touch was gone and she was walking up the stairs. "I know so." she said, entering his flat. Sherlock stared at the spot she was just standing before, blinking once. Twice. Three times.
"What you do to me." he muttered to himself, continuing up the stairs.
"Heard that!" he heard her call out to him. Sherlock chuckled at that, and finally reached his flat, where he saw her sitting in his armchair, posing like him. She had her hands in a praying position, staring straight ahead.
"Well someone is acting playful today." Sherlock stated, sitting in John's chair.
"I haven't had this much fun and freedom in a very long time." Melody grinned, dropping Sherlock's pose. Sherlock smiled at her genuinely, before glancing at his violin.
"I composed a song dedicated to you." he revealed to her, heading to his violin by the window. He glanced at the window and saw the press still hanging around outside.
"Can you play it to me?" Melody asked him, snapping him out of his observation on the outside world.
"Of course." he said, getting ready to play his violin. Melody smiled at Sherlock's performance, loving the way he looked peaceful playing his violin, and the fact he dedicated a composed song he made for her. She had a glance at the title from her spot, and couldn't help but smile widely.
   Mystery Woman, was scrawled on the sheet.