Deducing Romance

Mycroft and Ms. Sherlock

Wednesday 5:30am (23.5 hours later)

I woke up on the couch, quite tired as I turned off the alarm on my phone. Yawning, I got up and took a quick shower. I washed my body, starting to reassess the events that had happened the night before. I blushed as I remembered what had happened with Mr. Holmes. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body, heading to my bedroom. I noticed Ben wasn't around, and wondered if he was okay. I checked my phone and texted him, asking where he was. I was sure he was probably sleeping at a friends house because he got too drunk to drive by himself again.

I brushed and straightened my long dark brown hair and began dressing up. I decided to wear a nice dress today. It was a quite pleasant shade of blue, and was appropriate for work, so I went for it. I put on some black boots, and my dark trench coat, finalizing the look with my black scarf. I couldn't help but notice how similar I dress to Sherlock. I guess I really am a female version of him. I didn't bother putting on much makeup, because I could tell he didn't really care for it. I then thought to myself, "Am I subconsciously dressing nice for Sherlock?"

I headed out the door with my purse and was greeted by a woman on her phone. She stood alongside a black car, and she glanced up at me for just a second. "Can you come with me, please?" She asked, not looking up from her phone. "May I ask why?" I questioned, not quite sure of this. "Sherlock." She said, and I nodded, getting into the car. I'll have to admit, it didn't seem like Sherlock's style to have a car pick me up, and it was then that I realized it probably wasn't Sherlock at all that had requested for me to be carpooled.

I looked around the car for a strategy as to how I should escape, but then I thought for a moment. Whoever sent a car for me obviously just wants to have a chat. If they meant business, or were trying to kidnap me, they'd do so forcefully, like the other time. I looked out the window the whole time, memorizing the route we were taking, just in case I needed to find my way back by myself.

We had finally reached our destination, which was a large posh building. I exited the car and was led inside. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I checked the message.

Where are you? -S Holmes

I put the phone back in my pocket, deciding not to respond. He would come to some conclusion as to where I was, I'm sure of it. After all, it's not like I'm in any danger. I was led to a large fancy room, and told to sit down by a man. He looked tall and classy, a bit full of himself as well. I sat down, crossing my legs and not saying a word, waiting for him to speak first. "Why, aren't you just a beauty?" He gave me a playful grin and I narrowed my eyes at him as he continued. "Much more lovely up close, though I have my doubts about you being as clever as they say. I'll just have to see for myself." I scoffed, "And who are you exactly?"

He chuckled, "Why, only Sherlock's greatest enemy." I scanned his body. "I highly doubt that. Don't be so full of yourself." At this his eyes widened and he leaned in from his seat. "What makes you say that, Ms. Sterling?" I glanced at my nails. "Sherlock is a detective, he has surely several enemies. You two are actually quite similar, although you seem more cocky." He scoffed. "Cocky? In what way?" It seemed as though I had captured his interest. "Why, everything from the posture to the hair to the outfit. You work for the government I'd say, judging by the place, which makes me question why you'd be his enemy. I'm assuming you haven't committed any crimes that he would be worried about, you don't look like the type... You must have close relations with him if anything, since you two seem similar."

He smiled a bit. "You're like a Ms. Sherlock." He crossed his arms, seeming fascinated by me, like I was some sort of alien. I sighed. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Maybe I should stop wearing trench coats and dye my hair blonde." He laughed a bit and shrugged. "Although I do admit that you two share looks, I'm really more amazed with your mind, Ms. Sherlock. What's next? Do you have a short, simple minded companion with gray hair?" I smiled. "No, but I have a tall, simple minded boyfriend with blonde hair." He seemed entertained, and after a moment I came to a conclusion. "You're his brother aren't you?"

He clapped. "You got me... and I won't even ask how you know. My name is Mycroft. Mycroft Holmes." He shook my hand. "What's with you people and weird names?" I asked. He laughed. "I guess you'll have to ask my mother." We talked for a bit, and he started telling me stories about how stupid Sherlock was as a child. I felt good, because Mycroft seemed like he wasn't the type to be open to conversation, much like Sherlock. Yet, here he was, talking to me even though we had just me.

I took a sip of tea that he had offered me, and continued with our conversation. Suddenly Mycroft looked up, at someone behind me. You probably know who that was. Sherlock took the cup of tea from my hands and took a sip. "Zinnia, may I ask why you are talking to my no-good brother at a time like this?" I turned and looked up at him. "Ah, Sherlock. I can explain-" His brother cut me off, man did they have a habit of doing that... "Why don't you join us brother? We were right in the middle of having a lovely conversation."

Sherlock hesitated for a moment but then sat down right beside me, studying my face. "You're wearing less make-up today. It suits you." I looked into his eyes. "I thought you'd notice." I smirked, knowing that under any usual circumstance, I'd blush and look away, but this was no usual circumstance, this was Sherlock Holmes. He begun to further examine me when Mycroft interrupted. "Getting a bit too comfortable, aren't we? Ms. Sterling, didn't you say you have a boyfriend of some sort?" I looked over at Mycroft and scooted away from Sherlock. "Precisely."

Sherlock squinted slightly and raised a brow. Certainly he was judging me a bit. After all, I shouldn't have kissed him because I already have a partner, but then again, Sherlock also knows that I'm with Ben. He had still kissed me last night nonetheless. Mycroft couldn't help but chuckle. "Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. Has a nice ring to it, wouldn't you agree?" I shook my head, and Sherlock stayed still. "For what it's worth, Sherlock's not really my type."

It was meant to be a light-hearted joke, but Sherlock seemed to take offense to it. "And what exactly is your type? Oh right... air-headed attractive boys who just want you for your body. Quite a type, I'd say." I scoffed at his words. "Well, incase you haven't noticed, I'm not an idiot, and I think I'm smart enough to choose a suitable partner for myself. Not everything you know should be based on your observations at first glance, Mr. Holmes. I find it more effective to actually get to know a person."

Mycroft seemed to be getting uncomfortable in the situation, and both I and Sherlock took notice. Sherlock calmed himself. "Zinnia, what do you say we go and do our jobs? After all, aren't you getting paid to work?" I nodded in agreement. "Of course." We excused ourselves, and I said goodbye to Mycroft. "It was great meeting you, Mycroft." I smiled and shook his hand. "Likewise." He said, grinning, and Sherlock and I left the building.

Once outside, we walked quietly for a bit until I broke the silence. "Are we going to pretend that last night never happened?" He stopped walking and stood in place, not turning at all to look at me. "If we want to keep this professional, then I suggest so. What we did was a mistake, and shall never be done again." I felt a strike of disappointment for some reason. "Bu-" I reached my arm out to him, and he turned around, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. Sherlock looked around and walked into an empty building. I followed close behind and he closed the door behind us. "Ms. Sterling, I have never, in my entire life, fallen for a woman. I do not intend to do so anytime soon, because love is the biggest weakness a person can have."

He leaned in closer and squeezed my hand a little tighter. "Choosing to kiss me was about the most stupid mistake you could have made, I am wanted by so many criminals and the media always keeps a close eye on my life. If anyone found out about that, you would be the center of attention, and not in a good way." I looked up at his stern face. "Stupid you say? Well then, I guess I'm the most idiotic woman there is." I considered kissing him again, but stopped myself. There was no denying that I had feelings for Sherlock, but what he said was probably right. I would be kidnapped more times than you can count. I'm sure the criminals would take me for a damsel in distress, trust me though, I'm far from that.

I knew he was resisting the urge to kiss me as well, as he was staring at my lips. "Why do you have this effect on me, Ms. Sterling?" He asked. I smiled. "Don't tell me you haven't felt like this before. I refuse to accept the fact that you've never been in love." He sighed and looked away. "I haven't." I raised a brow. "Your fiance? She was in the papers quite some time ago." He chuckled. "Her? I was merely using her for a case. She was nothing to me." I held onto the collar of his shirt and tugged it down. "Quite the actor, Mr. Holmes." I whispered, my lips an inch from his. I giggled and pushed him away, exiting the building without him.