His Doctor~

Chapter 23

So this chapter is over 4,000 words... I don't know what got into me but I couldn't stop writing. Half this chapter is a dream of Jo-Ann's because I need more time to figure out my own case hehe so enjoy and review!

Chapter 23

"It's so beautiful!" Jo-Ann cooed, standing in the middle of Piazza Novena, letting the crowd pass by normally as she took in the view. Everything around her intrigued her senses, no matter how simple it seemed to others, it was still different. "I can see why you moved back here after college." Jo-Ann giggled, turning to her old friend Massimo. He smiled at her, stepping closer while the soft breeze blew around them.

"I left a piece of my heart in London when I moved back home..." Massimo spoke with sincerity, moving a hair away from the doctor's face. "But luckily I was able to bring that piece to my home." He whispered just loud enough for Jo-Ann to hear through the noise of the moving city. While moving Jo-Ann's hair behind her ear, Massimo gently slipped a flower there as well, a bright red rose. She blushed a red that almost matched the flower in her hair and smiled brightly. Massimo's comment was confusing but sweet... Jo-Ann was the piece of his heart he left in London? Massimo blushed as well, and opened his mouth to speak his feelings, reaching for her hand...

COUGH!

Jo-Ann and Massimo looked in the direction of the sudden interruption, remembering that Sherlock was with them the whole time. The detective stood with his hands in his pockets, an expression of complete boredom and annoyance present on his face. He darted his eyes between Massimo and the doctor... feeling the urge to prove to the Italian that Jo-Ann was his doctor. Jo-Ann blushed even more and averted her gaze from her detective, feeling a bit guilty for not rejecting Massimo's actions right away.

"S-So! Where will be staying tonight then? Sherlock?" Jo-Ann attempted to change the subject.

"You two are always welcome at my villa." Massimo smiled. Sherlock rolled his eyes while Jo-Ann looked delighted. However the detective was not about to let such a thing happen.

"Unnecessary." Sherlock intervened, catching the attention of the other two. "We appreciate you keeping our luggage at your villa for now, but Jo-Ann and I will get a hotel room of some kind and meet up with you on a daily basis Mr. Agostini." He said in a cold tone and didn't bother making eye contact.

"I'm sorry Mr. Holmes, but most hotels in your price range only accept married couples." Massimo explained. Jo-Ann felt a sudden heartbeat increase at the comment. Knowing Sherlock and his acting skills, anything could go drastically wrong.

"We'll get by." Sherlock replied, faking a quick smile. "Let's go get our things and find a place to stay, Jo-Ann." he said, suddenly taking Jo-Ann's hand and walking in the direction they came. The doctor blushed furiously at the touch and stumbled behind her detective. Massimo was surprised and took a moment to follow them. Holding onto Jo-Ann's hand tightly, Sherlock muttered loud enough for her to hear.

"That flower doesn't suit you." He said with added disgust.

Sherlock and Jo-Ann gathered their luggage and made their way to a nearby bed and breakfast Massimo recommended. Although Jo-Ann expected Sherlock to be a grump from the moment they got on the plane, she didn't expect him to be so... seriously angry. She had seen him upset, bored, annoyed, and unnecessarily cold. But for the past few hours, he was angry in a way that almost scared her. Jo-Ann quietly followed him out of the bus and dragged her suitcase against the stone sidewalk. They found the bed and breakfast that was a small cottage in the heart of Rome. Sherlock opened the door for Jo-Ann, and for a second, she thought she saw him smile. Confused, the doctor shrugged it off and entered the cottage. There was a large desk adjacent to the door, behind it, the cottage owner sat while reading a small novel. The old woman looked up at the two and smiled, getting up from her seat to help them.