His Doctor~

Chapter 2

His Doctor -Chapter 2

Bill's flat rested on the sixth floor, towards the left side of the building. The living room was a decent size, filled with a modern couch and a coffee table, a flat screen TV and two love seats opposite. The kitchen was to the right of the living room, and the bathroom and bedroom to the left.

"Nice place..." Jo-Ann complimented as she walked over to the couch. Bill politely took off her coat, and hung it on the coat rack.

"Please sit down; I'll put the tea on." Said Bill, calmly walking into the kitchen. Jo-Ann took up on his offer, and settled into the couch. But she couldn't help a disgust rising in her stomach... something wasn't right. Before she knew it, Bill was holding a tea cup in front of her, waiting for it to be accepted.

"Oh! Thank you!" she exclaimed in surprise. Ah, the warmth of tea in her hands... it reminded her of 221B...

"Are you alright?" Bill asked, sitting in the love seat across from her.

"Oh, yes I'm... wonderful." Jo-Ann smiled. Between sipping tea and talking up a storm, she enjoyed herself. Bill however, was growing impatient. He watched Jo-Ann sip her tea once more... her soft, well-shaped lips delicately placed on the edge of the cup. Her slim hands holding it up so gently, and her eyes nearly closed while gazing into the hot liquid. She was very beautiful indeed... He couldn't take it anymore.

"You know Jo-Ann..." Bill said, hiding his shaky voice and sitting himself next to her on the couch. "You are a very beautiful woman."

"This is bad." Thought Jo-Ann.

"I don't know Sherlock does it..." Bill slyly grabbed Jo-Ann's free hand as she set down her tea with the other.

"D-Does what?" Jo-Ann cursed herself in her head for letting voice stutter.

"Leaves you alone... how can he not grab something as beautiful as you," he leaned in, "When you're in his reach..." silence engulfed them as Bill's lips were soon on Jo-Ann's. She returned the kiss for a few seconds, but pushed him away... too quickly for his tastes.

"I'm not in his reach." Jo-Ann replied simply. "nor am I in yours." Pushing him further, she proceeded to get off the couch. Bill's eyes lit with fury, pulling her back down to the seat. Jo-Ann tried to protest, but her mouth was occupied with Bill's unwanted lips. "Stop-!" she gasped between kisses, until she had enough. She reached over to the tea pot on the coffee table, and without hesitation, poured all of its contents on him. He quickly pulled away and yelled with pain from the hot tea. Jo-Ann took the opportunity, and bolted. She ran over to the front door, Locked! Bill was recovering, she had to think fast! After what was only a moment, she darted into the vacant bathroom and locked the door behind her. Bill wiped the access tea off his face, and ran over to the bathroom. Trying the door he murmured curses and shouted

"You can stay in there forever!" Jo-Ann heard his raspy voice and could taste his anger. Panicked, she looked for a way out. To her relief there was a fire escape! "OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Jo-Ann ignored the shouts from her now ex-boyfriend and tried to pry open the fire escape. It wouldn't budge! Bill slammed his side on the door, loosening the hinges. She yelped and pushed on the glass on the fire escape even harder. Desperate, she tried her last option. She grabbed the lid to the back of the toilet and lifted her arms to swing... Smashing into the fire escape window, Jo-Ann turned her face from the flying glass of both the window and the porcelain lid. A searing pain rush to her left hand, but she ignored it. The bathroom door slammed open with an infuriated Bill rushing into the small room. But the only thing he saw was Jo-Ann's hand flying out of view through the fire escape window.

Jo-Ann ran breathlessly down the steel steps of the fire escape, the pain in her hand growing immensely. She knew she had injured her hand somehow, but looking at a wound in action will only hinder performance. Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest as she jumped over steps at a time. A strange feeling, however, came over her... it wasn't the pain in her hand, and it wasn't the adrenaline. It was a nagging feeling, almost a comfort. It was exciting and intriguing. She jumped down from final level of the fire escape, but stumbled as she landed. She breathed heavily and got up to her feet. The steel staircase ended in a narrow alleyway next the apartment building, only lit by the street lights ahead. Jo-Ann only stood there however... seeing her escape route blocked by a rather calm Bill. She muttered curses about an elevator and took a fighting stance. Bill only laughed, and slowly walked towards her. Jo-Ann stayed completely still. Yes she was frightened, and yes she was just a doctor in Afghanistan... but she was a solider.

"I don't know why you're running... all I want is you..." Bill tried to sound as sincere as he could. Funny enough, it wasn't convincing. Jo-Ann just chuckled, and replied coldly,

"I don't believe that." He was standing in front of her now, but she didn't strike first. It would only guarantee violence.

"You should. I just want you... your lips... your hands... your body-" at this, she did strike. Bill stumbled back, and slowly wiped the blood away from his nose. Jo-Ann shook her hand and resumed her fighting stance. He chuckled, and straightened his back. "Feisty, aren't you?" just as she was about to punch him again, he wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into a violent kiss. She tried to fight her way out, pushing and twisting her body, but to no avail. Her kicks got a reaction though, when she kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. Bill broke the kiss with his cry of pain, allowing Jo-Ann to free herself a bit more. But fear rose up in her when she saw his face. Bill hissed through his teeth, and breathed heavily through his blood covered lips... his anger was rising faster than her fear. Then he did what he knew would make her vulnerable...

He grabbed her left hand and squeezed the giant gash in her palm.

Jo-Ann screamed in agony. The razor-sharp pain spread up her arm and caused her to shrink back. But she soon gasped to find she was freed, and that Bill was being held by his collar.

"Sherlock!" she happily shouted. Indeed, there stood Sherlock, wearing his trademark black trench coat and blue scarf. But Jo-Ann found his state rather surprising... he was furious. Sherlock had Bill's shirt collar tightly grasped in his fists, nearly lifting the man off his feet. His dark curls shone in the little light that came from the street, and his eyes, although blue, seemed to radiate fire. Bill stared at him, extremely frightened. Jo-Ann, on the other hand, stared at him... in awe of his fury or his beauty, she didn't know. But nagging, exciting feeling quickly returned to her.

"If you EVER touch her again..." Sherlock's deep voice dripped with venom, "I will end you." At this he released Bill, and allowed him to cowardly run back to the main entrance of the apartment building. Jo-Ann sighed with relief, and kneeled on the ground. Sherlock quickly turned around and squatted in front of her.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a furrowed brow. She breathed slowly, and couldn't help a small smile at his concern.

"I'll be fine..." she looked up at him, "just give me a few days and a restraining order form and I'll get over it." She chuckled. Sherlock let out a quick breath of relief and stood up, holding his hand out for her. She reached for him, but he quickly took her wrist and not her palm.

"You've got a nasty cut there." He said, rotating her arm to look at it. It was nasty indeed, deep and long, spreading from the bottom of her palm to the beginning on her ring finger.

"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed, this had been the first time she looked at it. Sherlock smirked and let go of the doctor's arm.

"The paramedics will handle it. Oh and you don't need a restraining order, he'll be in prison in about two months." He said, walking calmly to the sidewalk. Jo-Ann quickly followed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, I took a photo of his assaulting you just before I saved you and I called the police two minutes ago."

The police did arrive at Bill's apartment building, along with paramedics to treat Jo-Ann's injury, and proceeded to take Bill into custody. Sherlock, however, lead Jo-Ann out of the crime scene on his arm; saying something about Mycroft taking care of it. As they walked back to Baker Street, the doctor's questions finally surfaced.

"Sherlock... how did you know where I was?"

"Followed you."

"The whole night?"

"Yes."

Silence followed. Jo-Ann pondered the feeling she felt, climbing down the fire escape... and the cold shivers she got at Angelo's.

"I wonder if that was you." She murmured.

"If what was me?" Sherlock asked, looking down at the woman on his arm.

"Oh! Em, never mind," She smiled up at nervously, "its not important." He nodded slightly in response, and continued to lead his doctor home.

-His-?