Touch Him = Death

Ch.4

"So do you like it?" Mrs. Hudson asked when we had finally settled down on her sofa. 

I smiled at her and nodded "Yes i like it very much it is far nicer than the place I was staying at. 

"I suppose you must have heard Sherlock last night? she asked me with a sad look on her face. 

"Oh, uh yes I did. I scared me actually I was surprised considering it was my first night. I was in his room with a gun, but was happy to find no one there but little old Sherlock." I said leaving out the embarrassing part of how I ended up falling asleep in his room and he had to carry me back to my own bed. 

"Yes he has had those every night since his....incident." she said frowning, "but last night it sounded like he only had one. usually he has about three or four before he gives up sleep and just sitting staring in his microscope. I think having you here helped him." she said patting my knee. 

We talked for a while longer before I excused myself and went upstairs to check on Sherlock.  On my way up the stairs I heard a heavenly sound coming from Sherlock's place. I walked up and opened his door silently and crept in. 

What I walked in on was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed. I saw Sherlock's tall lean stature standing in front of his window looking out down on the street. But that was not all. He had a violin in his hand and he playing a beautiful melody. It was sweet and sad. I made my heart break just listening to it. 

I walked behind him and sat down in an arm chair behind him. He didn't even seem to notice me. He continued playing , and every once in a while he would hum along. 

Finally he played the last cord and lowered the violin down. I blinked back the tears and slowly started to clap. He turned his head around slightly giving me a side view of his face.

"Not very many people can sneak up on me." He said with a smirk.

I smiled and stood up "I'm not like most people. I'm a highly trained professional." 

"And I'm bored. There is nothing in this conversation that interests me." He said turning around and getting ready to play another song. 

"Do you wanna go do something exciting then?" I asked with a challenging smile. 

He stopped with his and in mid air. 

"I'll grab my coat." 

"Grab your violin to you'll need it. I'll be right back I just gotta grab my bag." I said walking out the door.  

I grabbed my coat and my clothes bag that had my dance outfit in. I walked out of my flat and went downstairs and found Sherlock standing outside next to a waiting cab. I ran over to him and hopped in with him following me.

"Pineapple dance studios please." I told the cab driver.

"I guessed we were going to a studio but the Pineapple?" Sherlock asked raising his questioning eyebrow. 

"If your the best then you have the best," I said pulling my membership card out of my dance bag. And showing him. 

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" he asked with a sassy tone.

"Most people are." I said sort of deflated and putting my card back in its place. 

"I'm not most people." He said bumping my shoulder. "I'm gonna text John and tell him where we are headed so that he is not all alone at home." 

"Okay" I said and looked out the window and watched the shops flying by us.