Not My Division

four

"Impressive." Sherlock circled her, narrowing his eyes.

"Sherlock." John rolled his eyes.

Sherlock just ignored him and placed his hands under his chin. Ivy smirked.

"Sherlock, really we have to go." John tilted his head towards the door, even though Sherlock had his eyes fixed on the young enigmatic woman in front of him.

"Tell me, why can't I read you..." This had never happened to him before, what's so special about this girl?

She just picked at her nails and tapped her foot impatiently.

Sherlock looked at her in frustration for a while before running back up the stairs, three at a time.

"Sherlock!" John whined.

"Go without me." He shouted down the stairs before slamming the door.

John sighed and muttered obscenities under his breath on his way out of the complex.

Ivy looked up from her nails and shared a look with Mrs. Hudson.

"May I?" Ivy motioned to the up stairs.

Mrs. Hudson just sipped her tea, raised her eyebrows, and disappeared into her apartment.

°°°

Ivy was sat on the brown leather sofa, just across from a rather flustered detective.

They hadn't spoken one word yet since she had arrived up there. They just sat in silence, staring into each other's eyes. Not romantic like at all. He was sat across from her on a chair, hands in a praying position under his nose, analyzing (or at least trying to) her through her eyes. She, on the other hand was completely mocking him.

"Having trouble there, genius?"

He just narrowed his eyes slightly, stood up, and made his way into the kitchen.

"Mind I grab something to drink?" She got up and followed him to the kitchen.

Sherlock glanced at her, then the fridge, and then slipped back into his 'mind palace'.

Umm ok.

Ivy opened the fridge only to see a severed head wrapped in plastic wrap on the bottom shelf. She just pushed it aside and grabbed a water from behind it.

°°°

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command

KB