Holmes: The Kismet Trail

Chapter Four

As I explained how Watson was gone, she took her hands to my cheeks and delivered a sweet kiss to my lips. Unexpected as it was, I found that I could not pull away. A feeling I was not used to and I basked in to the same extent. Placing my hands upon her waist, she shut the door before she then moved to unbutton my shirt. It was then, I stopped her. Before I could speak, she fell into tears and threw her head against my chest.

"I am such an idiot. To think you would feel that way..." She said through her sobs as I held her close. I pulled her expression through the sadness so her eyes met with mine.

"You are emotionally charged. Much like a storm at this moment. You take any kindness as a sign of romance..." I suppose my comment was not one of great help as she pushed me out and locked the door. I have never been the one to explain kindness, instead, logic...This is when Watson was better in the scene. Not caring much for being handled in that way, I proceeded to investigate the case before I received a letter under my door. I opened it as quick as I could before finding whoever it was to have ran quick. Possibly one of those street rats I employ when I personally cannot be seen...They are unfortunately not only employed by me.

Opening the letter, I found the writing to be the same of that as the threat prior. An elementary vocabulary but adult threat. I decided this was a way to get Rose to understand me. As I found her a complete mystery, and her emotions a large confusion. She looked at the note as she eventually opened the door and stood with confusion.

"I must be honest with you. The night we met, he tried to force me once more. But I was not there alone. Someone hurt him, but he was not dead. I did not see the other man but I remember he smelled like oats and tobacco..." She said as she placed the note back in my pocket. "He used to send letters just like that to me, Michael did..."

I paused. "Are you saying someone from the dead has been writing me letters?"

"I am not sure...This world has proven to be a strange place for me to understand..." She said as she came out and sat by the fireplace.

"You were explaining to me the truth before Watson came in-"

"Yes, your former friend?"

I nodded.

She paused as I could sense she was wanting to say something but did not. "What do you want to say? Remember, honesty."

"It has nothing to do with the case..."

"I feel I should know anyway..."

"I think you may see me as a leech if I say it..."

"Tell me..." I demanded as her cheeks turned red and she turned her gaze from me.

"I kissed you because of how you defended me to your doctor friend. Nobody has stood up for me like that. Not even my aunt. It means more than you know..."

"But you understand my interests?" I found this question redundant as I, myself, didn't understand what I wanted.

"I am unsure. Your face is much like a brick wall. It promises protection from something, but behind it then becomes a mystery only the wall itself knows."

"You feel as though I am plain then?" I attempted to joke before she shook her head violently back and forth.

"No. I am stating how you are a mystery to me. I can never tell what you are thinking. It is unfair as your reputation claims how you know what others are thinking by the way they look or speak. I envy you."

And as she spoke the truth in her thoughts, I realized she was the weakness I did not know I had. To feel nervous around someone, to feel anxious...It was something I was unfamiliar with. I reminisced about the kiss as she spoke after, and found how I enjoyed it. It gave me feelings of being young again-a boy in primary school with a crush...only now...I was a professional, and falling for someone who is on trial for murder...