You lay next to Sherlock in bed, butterflies filling your stomach as he cuddles you. Over the past few months you've fallen for Sherlock. Last night, you both fell asleep in his bed as you were talking. Now, you smile as he snores softly next to you. He shifts next to you and you freeze.
"Good morning," he whispers, burying his face in your neck.
"Good morning," you reply, your smile growing as his warm breath fans across your skin. It doesn't take long until he's in the shower and you're in the kitchen, making coffee.
You stand in the other room, listening in on Sherlocks conversation. You can't help but to feel bad as you eavesdrop, feeling as if you're betraying him. Feeling as if you don't deserve his friendship or whatever it is now.
"Let them think I killed them. It'll make it much more interesting when I solve the murder and prove them wrong," Sherlock murmurs, speaking to someone over the phone. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering what he's talking about.
You know detectives come to him for help, but you didn't know they thought he was capable of murder. Your palms become sweaty as you think of him killing someone, suddenly fearing your own life.
You run out of the apartment, working hard to get to your boss with the new information. Half way there, you stop the cab, wondering if you should or not.
Keep your job? Or Sherlocks trust?
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