Sherlock Holmes and The New Detective

Emma Confronts a Grieving Man (or at least wants to, anyways)

A server walked up to their table to take their order.

"Hi, I'm Phil and I'll be your server tonight. Would you like to hear the specials?" He had black hair that was all sticky-uppy and brown, piercing eyes.

"Yes please", Emma smiled at him.

"So tonight we have our quarter pound chicken, vegetable soup, and some veal with a side salad."

"I think we're just going to order off the menu", Emma answered. She doesn't think that Sherlock will answer at all.

"Are you ready to order?"

"No, not yet, but can we have two glasses of red wine, please?"

"Sure, and I'll come back again when you're ready to order." Phil walked away and Emma looked at Sherlock, expectantly.

"Yes?" he questioned her.

"Oh, good, you can talk."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but looked at Mark's table.

"They're getting the check. They're going to go to her house in a while."

"So it looks like we're only going to have wine." Emma frowned. "That's a bit disappointing."

Phil walked back over and started pouring Emma her glass, but Sherlock quickly stopped him.

"That's okay", he looked over at the other table and saw Mark leaving, "I think we're just going to go."

Phil looked confused, but kept it all hidden under a fake smile and obnoxious laugh. "You didn't even eat yet!"

"Yes, well, quite frankly, this date is going horrible", Sherlock answered him. Emma played along and sunk down in her chair looking at her phone while biting her nails. "I really don't want a future with this girl, so I think we'll just get separate cabs and go home."

Phil looked Emma up and down and then leaned in closer to Sherlock. Whispering in his ear, "Are you sure you two aren't getting one cab and skipping the meal? She is very hot, I wouldn't blame you."

Sherlock needed to go now if he was going to follow Mark, he was barely even listening to Phil.

"I'm going, she's all yours." Sherlock jumped up from his chair and casually strode out of the restaurant.

Emma had heard what Phil was saying and solemnly swore that she was going to slap Sherlock the next chance she got. She looked up from her phone to look at Phil.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?"

"Definitely not you and if I was shallow and didn't care, I'd tell you to dump your girlfriend first and then maybe I'd rain check."

He looked at her, dumbfounded. How had she known all that? She walked out of the restaurant and looked for Sherlock's cab. There he is! She opened the door and got in, and right before she could put on her seat belt, the driver started going. Sherlock wrapped his arm around Emma, more acting is needed. First a break up, now a love struck couple. If only the world worked like that.

"Where are we going, honey?" she asked him. "Are we going home?" she tried her very best to sound flirtatious.

"No, not yet. We're going over to Mark's for another few drinks."

"Another few drinks? I already had a few drinks, I can't even remember his address!"

"Me neither, that's why we're following his cab."

"Okay", she nuzzled into Sherlock's neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was so tired. Sherlock was tense at first, but he slowly relaxed. He had to, to make it believable. The driver kept staring back at them.

It was just sort of... awkward. They had only met the day before and that's not enough time to start fancying someone. Enough time to say if they're good looking, but not enough time to see if they're good to date.

"Emma... Emma..." Sherlock shook her to wake her up.

"Hmm...?" she opened her eyes and looked at Sherlock lovingly.

"We're here", he smiled at her.

"Oh." She giggled. "Sorry."

Sherlock got out, waiting behind the door.

"You two must really love each other", the driver said while she was handing him the money. She closed her wallet and looked at him.

"Why is that?"

"He's letting you pay", the man laughed.

"Well, it's been two years, so I'm staying hopeful."

"Crossing my fingers", he replied.

Emma got out and the cab disappeared into the darkness of the street.

"What now, Sherlock?" Emma asked. What were they going to do, sit out on the curb?

"We wait."

"We wait, we wait, we wait. What is it we're always waiting for?"

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Emma was right, they were going to sit on the curb and wait. That's what they were doing till a second car showed up and stopped in front of the lady's house.

Sherlock stood up, walked over to the car and got in. What's going on? Emma wearily walked to the car and got in the opposite side of Sherlock, both going to sit in the back.

In the front seat was a pregnant women, blond, and a light blond/ greyish chap with green/grey eyes. Emma recognized them almost instantly from their wedding photos. Sherlock had a few jumbled in with the mess on his desk.

Emma smiled and put out her hand. "You must be John and Mary."

They both shook her hand and then looked at Sherlock.

"Oh, yes, sorry, this is Emma", he explained while still staring out the window.

"Hi", Mary and John both said. "What brings you two here?"

"Well", Emma started to answer, "Sherlock and I were on a date because a man's wife died but it turned out that he had been having an affair this whole time."

John seemed to be only struck by one part. "Sorry, a date?"

"Out of all that information you only got the part about the date?" Sherlock questioned.

"Well, you don't usually go on dates."

Seeing that Sherlock was about to say something, Emma decided to stop their bickering. "And about that date", Emma slapped him, leaving a red mark across his left cheek.

"What was that for?" He was completely oblivious.

"For making Phil think I was just a hook up, you denying it, and then saying he had every right to take me home."

"Sherlock, we've been over this", Mary said to him from the passenger seat. "You can't do that to girls on a first date."