New York Detectives (Book 3)

Chapter 3

Sherlock was surprised to find all the new jeans that I had bought him, and stuffed into his bag without him noticing. I picked a dark pair of jeans and tossed it at him. As he got dressed, I did too. I only threw on a new pair of jeans, which I fell backwards, and onto my butt, and Sherlock laughed at me. I laughed along with him, then I stood up, and wiggled my butt and pulled them all the way up. I buttoned them, and pulled up the zipper. I took my shirt off, and started digging through my duffle bag.
"You could fit a body in that bag!" Sherlock exclaimed from behind me. I laughed and pulled out a black v-neck tank top, and pulled it on.
"It's better to have it and not need it, then to need it and not have it." I said and I turned around, and I stopped.
"What?!" Sherlock asked, looking a bit self conscious. He had his black dress shirt on, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the bottom tucked into the well fitted jeans.
"Babe, catch me!" I said and Sherlock looked confused but stepped forward.
"Why?" He asked and I stopped checking him out, and looked at his confused eyes.
"Because you dressed like that, I'm gonna faint. Too much sexiness should be illegal." I said and winked at him. He shook his head and looked down.
"Oh, is my detective blushing?" I asked and he looked away. I smirked and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, my sexy man. Let's get this over with as soon as possible!" I chuckled going down the stairs, still holding his hand.
"Agreed." he said as I grabbed the keys and handed them to him. We locked up the house, and walked the path to the driveway, and I climbed into the passenger seat, grabbing the buckle and pulling it diagonally across my body. I sat back after hearing the satisfying 'click'. Meanwhile Sherlock was checking around the house. He walked to the car and opened the door, climbing in and starting the car. As he let it warm up a bit he buckled and switched the car to reverse, slowly backing out of the driveway. I watched the country go by, and I rolled down the window. I looked to the radio and turned it on, flicking through the stations, trying to find a good station. I suddenly heard a DJ say the name of a very familiar song, and I smiled while turning up the radio.
"Woe to you, oh Earth and Sea,
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
Because he knows the time is short..." I looked to Sherlock, no smile on my face, only a serious expression.
"Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number,
Its number...
Is six hundred and sixty six." I made my lip twitch when I was saying the number and the guitar started. I started to belt out the lyrics at strangers as we got into the city. Once the song ended, I smiled and turned down the radio.
"Thank you for letting me annoy you with the song." I laughed to Sherlock and he shrugged.
"Whatever makes you happy, Dear." He said in an American accent. I laughed and clapped my hands.
"Oh, why thank you, Love." I said in my best posh voice. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Take a right." I said and Sherlock looked to me.
"What?" He asked and I pointed.
"The right that's coming up, turn it." I said and he turned on his signal and turned. I looked around, then closed my eyes, picturing my route.
"Keep going straight." I said, smiling at the old streets. As we were at a stoplight, I looked to the car next to us, and the lady smiled at me. I smiled back and watched the children go walking by.
"Destiny? Little Destiny Maiden?" I heard my name and I snapped my head to the lady.
"Mrs Sheril?" I asked a smile on my face and she nodded.
"Jesus, I was expecting you to look older, but Christ. I look older than you, Hun! " I said excitedly, putting my arm out the window and grabbed her hand, squeezing her hand and she chuckled and slapped my hand.
"Oh, stop lying. I look my age." She said and I nodded.
"That's what I mean!" I exclaimed, my smile appearing.
"You look like you're still 22!" I said and she laughed.
"Oh, Des. Still a riot." She laughed.
"You know damn well that I am well into my 30's." She chuckled and I smiled.
"You still living in the house next door?" I asked and she nodded.
"I'm heading there now, actually." She said and I smiled.
"Sweetness. We'll follow you." I said as the light turned green, and cars started to honk behind us.
"Alright, I'll see you in a few." She said and I nodded as she drove off and Sherlock was following her.
"She was the woman who saved me from Lucie and Nathan." I said and Sherlock nodded.
"She seems lovely." He said and I chuckled.
"She really is. She would always sneak me out when Lucie and Nathan were drinking. She knew what they did to me, and she called the police multiple times, but they would tell her the exact same thing, "We didn't see it, so we can't do anything". Mrs S would get so pissed, she'd be practically pulling my clothes off to show them the bruises and cuts but they would just turn the other way." I said, laughing slightly.
"The new cops were assholes. The ones that knew what they were doing were the real sweethearts. I remember one night, Lucie had taken a vase and hit me on the side of my face, Mrs S called the police while dragging me away and a new and one who knew what the hell he was doing showed up. Gwen was the new copper and Tim was the sweetheart. Mrs S was screaming at them to do something because, and I quote, "I could very well have died that night, and the world would have lost the best goddamned teenager in the universe". Gwen was being a prick and said they could do nothing because they didn't see it, but when Tim had me show him the cut, he told Gwen to shut the hell up and arrested Lucie. She didn't stay there for long because this is New York, but it was the best feeling to know she was gone." I laughed at the memory. When I looked at Sherlock his face as solemn.
"Babe, don't feel bad for the teen years I had. I don't care for them. I laugh at them now, because in each bad one I always stuck up for myself." I said as I grabbed his knee and squeezed it reassuringly. He smiled softly and grabbed my hand.
"Now, tell me about your first boyfriend." Sherlock said with a laugh as he turned, following Mrs S's car. I laughed and rubbed my forehead.
"Drew. Drew Marlyn. Oh, he was the guy every girl wanted. He had the best hair in highschool, on a guy at least. It was probably where Justin Bieber got his hair from." I chuckled and closed my eyes, remembering Drew. "He also had these eyes, the palest blue anyone could wish for. They were a paler blue than the sky. He wore leather jackets, faded blue jeans, and steel toed boots. He was a year older than me." I said smiling.
"What happened to him?" Sherlock asked and I sighed.
"Parents were moving. They got a better job in Florida and Drew and I decided that it would be better to be just friends since we knew a long distance relationship wouldn't work. Especially with his looks and my ass." I laughed remembering the day he said that to me.
"What?" Sherlock laughed and I nodded.
"The day before he left, and the day we decided on breaking up, I told him that he would have women all over him. He, in return, said that I'd have men and women surrounding me to get a feel of my ass. So, we came up with, "it's better to leave each other. Especially because of his looks and my ass." I explained and Sherlock chuckled. I shook my head.
"OK, sorry. If I don't stop now, I'll never shut up about him." I laughed and watched Sherkock turn down the familiar street. I told Sherlock to park in front of Mrs S's house and I slowly got out. I walked to the front of the old house.
"This is it. This is my childhood house." I said in disbelief.