Officially Cumberbatched? A sequel to 'Well and truly Cumberbatched'

Chapter 55

AN: The golden floor- Snow Patrol

Tuesday.

Abramowitz offices. Richmond.

"Rosie."

"Yes?"

"Your phone's been vibrating like a you know what for ages, can't you answer it?" Phoebe whispered, we were sat across the table from representatives from Reykjavík University, discussing our upcoming project having examined my submission's draft earlier.

As they stepped outside for a break, I turned to face Phoebe. We'd be here most of the day, and tomorrow.

"If I spent the day with a 'you know what' I wouldn't be complaining. In terms of my phone however, I can't be bothered." I said turning it off, leaving it in my coat pocket.

"It could be important." She uttered, Sylwia was busy talking to someone on her phone at the head of the table.

"So is this meeting, unless he's broken a leg I'd rather concentrate on my job for five minutes. Alright?" I sighed, a faint nod came back.

...

"Rosie."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry, Ben's ringing my phone constantly. I can't ignore it anymore. He's obviously concerned because he can't get to you." She again whispered, he knows I'm in meetings all day today. Was this some sort of joke?

Harass everyone until he gets to me?

I held out my hand, Phoebe placed her phone in it a moment later. Excusing myself I went downstairs to the courtyard, it was quiet enough to not disturb anyone working in the surrounding offices.

...

Sitting at a bench under one of the few Cox apple trees I finally answered, "Ben."

"Has something happened to your phone?"

"No, it's turned off. I'm in meetings all day which you're aware of. Phoebe's in those meetings too. Unless something serious has happened I'm not exactly a fan of your calling considering I wouldn't understand anything you had to say anyway." I said, possibly huffing but right now I wasn't trying to save face.

"I'm sure you'd make time to smoke, a phone call won't kill you surely?" he quipped, inhaling momentarily I thought about it.

"Ben, I'd happily talk to you when I'm not otherwise occupied. Is there something important? This is really a bad time."

"You're awfully short."

'For godsake' I thought looking at my wrist for the time, realising I left my jewellery at Mrs Hudson's.

"Didn't exactly have the best sleep, barely eaten, and I'm stuck in meetings all day so yeah on top of your secrecy I can't say I'm thrilled to be alive."

"You don't get it."

"Of course I don't! You're not saying anything; I don't know what to think. Look, I honestly don't have any time right now for dead-end responses if I ask a question. Can we just talk or something when we're both home?"

"Fine."

...

"Here." I handed Phoebe her phone before sitting down next to her again, more irritated than I was before.

"If looks could kill...what happened?" she asked, the representatives were busy setting up their next presentation, Sylwia was on her phone again.