A Deduction in Love - A Sherlock/OC Fanfic

Chapter 6

Once again I don't own any of these characters apart from my OC and another character I am introducing, but spoilers😂

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Wednesday morning at work was a quiet one, there were only two fresh bodies to inspect, quite boring ones as well; so my morning dragged into an abyss of boredom. That was until Sherlock arrived with his partner in crime John Watson.

The night before I had read most of John's blog, and learnt more about Sherlock than I deduced at the crime scene on monday, through John's blog he came across as cunning, arogant and eccentric. I should be staying away from a man like that, but why did I feel myself being drawn to him even more with each time I saw him.

Sherlock smiled at me swiftly and then crossed the lab towards where he usually worked, John lingered around the room, looking at his phone. "Hello boys," Molly said as she entered the room a few moments later, I looked up quickly then returned to analyzing my DNA sample.

"What do you have there Molly?" John said curiously. Molly walked over and showed him what she was holding in the box, John's face suddenly became disgusted. "It's only a brain John," Molly giggled.

"Exactly," John said backing up from the brain slowly. Molly walked over to me and placed the brain next to me, "thanks Molly, did it take long to get out?" I asked.

"No it was extremly ripe for extracting," she smiled while taking her gloves off.

"Oh, Ellen isn't it? We met the over night," John said walking over to me smiling, Sherlock looked over to us, glaring.

"Yes, it's nice to see you and Sherlock again, I read some of your blog, its very good." I said beaming at him.

"You mean Sherlock is very good at what he does," John said looking over to the sullen man looking down the microscope.

"Well, I-I, um, suppose," I said blushing.

"John, can you get the my phone out of my pocket please," Sherlock asked bluntley.

"What?"

"Phone, pocket, now please."

John rolled his eyes and walked over to Sherlock reluctantly. He stuck his hand in the inside of Sherlocks pocket and pulled out a phone, then placed it in Sherlock's outstretched hand.

"Thank you," he mumbled while concentrating at typing. I wonder who he was texting, did he have a girlfriend?

A text alert went off, it sounded like moaning, and not the in pain kind of moaning. Me and Molly exchanged looks, John looked embarressed. My girlfriend theory had been confirmed.

"I thought you had changed that," John said annoyed.

Sherlock shrugged and carried on texting.

"Who is it?" Molly said intruiged.

"Oh his girlfriend," John said crossing his arms.

"Girlfriend?" Molly asked, taken a back.

"She's not my girlfriend John, you know that I am-"

"Married to your work, yes I know," John said fed up.

My eyes flickered back from John to Sherlock, and as they did I noticed Sherlock staring at me, but only for a brief moment.

"Excuse me, I have a lunch date," Molly said walking towards the door and waving goodbye at us.

"Have fun," I said waving back at her. Then suddenly a phone started to ring. John reached in his pocket and scooped a phone out.

"One sec, I'll be back." He said walking out the door after Molly.

I became tensed. We were alone.

After a long moment of silence, Sherlock broke the awrkwardness in the room. "What are you doing thursday?"

"I- um, well, nothing, tomorrow's my day off."

He looked up from his microscope and our eyes locked.

"Do you want to go on a case with me?"

I didn't even think about my answer.

"God yes."

"Meet me at 221b Baker Street, 8 o'clock sharp." He said, his eyes lingering on me. Then he winked.

Did he really just wink at me, or am I going crazy?

I smiled while blushing, but stopped as soon as John arrived back. Sherlock was looking down his microscope again.

"Wrong number" John said.

I smiled at him, but I wasn't taking in what he was saying. Instead I was thinking about Sherlock.

My god I was going to hell, for what I was thinking.