His Doctor~

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

"We've searched his room and just about everywhere else, he's clean. Are you sure tonight is a danger night?" Jo-Ann asked Mycroft frantically over the phone, with Mrs. Hudson holding Jo-Ann's shoulder in worry. They just finished searching the flat and stood anxiously in the living room, Bennett still resting on the couch.

"I can never be sure with Sherlock..." Mycroft replied, twirling his umbrella in the morgue.

"Did he take the cigarette?" Jo-Ann said, clutching her mobile in both hands while still holding it to her right ear. Bennett eyed her from the couch, concerned at the way she worried over Sherlock.

"Yes." Mycroft replied.

"Shit." Jo-Ann sighed... this meant Sherlock was vulnerable to drug-use. The flat was clean and drug-free, but the detective wasn't home yet, making Jo-Ann itch with worry.

"You have to stay with him, Jo-Ann." Mycroft said firmly, taking his leave form the morgue.

"But... I-I have a date tonight..." she tried to object, after all, if Sherlock was home she didn't need to worry anymore... right?

"No." Mycroft said simply, and ended the call. Jo-Ann sighed and told Mrs. Hudson what was going on. She placed her phone on the coffee table and sat next to Bennett.

"I'm sorry dear... It looks like we'll have to postpone that date." She said sadly, moving a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Bennett sighed, and straightened his white dress shirt.

"You know my friends were wrong about you... you're a great girlfriend." He smiled. This shocked Jo-Ann, she was expecting him to flip out on her.

"Well... thank you." She smiled awkwardly. Bennett's smile faded as he began to get up from the couch.

"Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man." He said coldly, fully standing up.

"There it is..." Jo-Ann thought painfully. "Bennett..." she whined. She liked Bennett, and hoped they wouldn't break up over a man that posed no threat in their relationship... right?

"Really, it's quite touching. You'll do anything for him!" he yelled, stomping over to the coat rack and hastily put on his suit jacket.

"But-I-we... there's nothing-!..." she tried to explain, but no full sentences came out... there was nothing between her and Sherlock other than friendship... but why couldn't she just say that? "What do you want me to do? Not look after him when he needs me?!" She was getting a bit angry.

"I'll tell you what I want you to do. Don't make me compete with Sherlock Holmes!" he yelled back. Jo-Ann stepped back in shock, but then realized that this is what everyone was saying in London. That they were a couple, that they were secretly dating, and nasty rumors of them kissing on cases when no such thing happened.

"You're reading too many tabloids." She said coldly. Bennett glared at her and mumbled,

"It's over." And left the flat in a huff.

Jo-Ann grumbled and crossed her arms... would anyone believe they weren't a couple?! Mrs. Hudson closed the door and stroked the doctor's' shoulder.

"It's alright dear... he wasn't worth it." She smiled. Jo-Ann smiled back at the old woman and said her thanks. She then went up to her room and changed out of her Christmas dress.

Sherlock slowly walked up to the door of 221B, feeling like he was somehow in a trance. Mixed emotions swarmed the detective's head, emotions he never wished for. His feelings never reached a level above subconscious, so for his mind to be consumed with thoughts that weren't necessary... was new and unpleasant. The door handle turned almost too slowly, the creaking of the old hinges only added to the white noise of everything around him. Each step only became more tiring and heavy then the last. On his way to the flat, Sherlock was tempted multiple times to stop for... street medications... but the thought of Jo-Ann searching for him in the middle of Christmas Eve night kept him on the right track. How that doctor managed to captivate his mind so much... it effected every decision he made ever since he met her.