Guilty Pleasures - A Sherlock Romance

The Odd Girl

"Jennifer." Sherlock remarked under his breath, "I see. John always said he wanted our first child to be called Jennifer..." With that last sentence left hanging in the air Sherlock resumed to drink his camomile tea. Silence presumed once more as the detective peered up at the mysterious young woman, John's daughter? Quite interesting indeed.

A few more seconds passed before Jennifer used the last shred of confidence she had left to break the unbearable silence. "So, the uhm tea's pretty nice here." She watched as the smirk on Sherlock's face grew even wider, "What?" the girl asked broadly.

"Oh nothing," Sherlock replied, "It's just that it seems small talk is inheritably awful in the Watsons..."

The girl glared up at the detective, that only made his smirk grow all the more. "So where are you staying whilst you are down for college?"

"What? I never mentioned a college-"

"You didn't need to, you had an over night bag with you that clearly has the number of the moving company stuck onto it."  Sherlock began to smile, this was the first time he voiced his deductions since... "The Watsons are a forgetful bunch, it's quite humorous honestly, so that's why I knew that would be the moving company. Your age was also somewhat a tip off, you're about 17 I believe which would generally mean you have either taken a year off school or are moving from your last college due to possibly bullying reasons?"

Sherlock smirked proudly to himself waiting to see the regular reaction of shock and awe; however he didn't get it. The reaction he got was quite a shock indeed, "Oh so you really can do what they say you can...? And I suppose you believe you are the only one in the world whom can?"

The seemingly confident Sherlock nodded arrogantly watched as a smirk appeared on the seemingly innocent girls face as she nods towards a waitress at the counter, "Black hair, they seemingly dim as they get closer to her scalp where they then turn ginger. Her hair is also quite short, it looks like a rough cut: the design is hardly rounded off. She cut off and dyed her hair in a hurry due to a rash decision possibly trying to get away from something, her life before here maybe. She's gone for the long and non revealing waitress outfit, not so good for tips maybe good for hiding concealed weapons such as that gun strapped to the side of her boot under her flared pants and the knife strapped to the side of her other which is why the designs much more loose than her actual clothing size. Her standing stance is quite calm yet her arms are pulled back slightly as if ready for a possible confrontation, she's ready to fight. The reason she has her writing pad in her left pocket instead of her right (the usual standard for the restaurant's dress code) because her badge and ID is in her other pocket. She is a police officer, possibly undercover due to the triple murder that the police station should be calling you about in 3...2.."

Sherlock looks at the previously seemingly innocent girl, his jaw dropped in complete shock and awe. Nobody had ever been able to deduce as well as Sherlock definitely not someone younger than him. Suddenly as the girl approaches the number 1 in her countdown Sherlock's phone rings as he checks it and his eyes widen still surprised by the strange incident.

Lestrade.

Once Sherlock regained his composure he looked back at the girl, his face vacant of any emotion except a simple smirk, "Well aren't you something..." Sherlock whispered under his breath. For a few seconds he watched the girl smile and take a sip of her coffee, ugh coffee how un British of her. Back to the matter at hand, "You're avoiding the question! Where are you staying?"

"Oh so you deduced that did you?" The girl flashed Sherlock a sneer before giving him a genuine smile. "Fine, I'm staying at a hotel, someone called Moriarity supposedly set up living arrangements for me through my mother?"

The girl watched as Sherlock began to tense, his face growing red slightly. Embarrassment? Anger? Who knew what the madman was thinking at this point.

Moriarity? No Sherlock wouldn't allow it he *couldn't* allow it. Moriarity was a sick and twisted man who was already attempting to sink his claws into the Watson family to get to Sherlock. No Sherlock didn't even care that Moriarity was trying to plan his murder still, he cared more for the fact that John's family line would have been infected with Moriarity's wick and twisted plans. God Damn, Moriarity! Sherlock knew what he would have to do.

 "No." He simply answered.

"No?"

"No!" The man jumped from his seat and let out a hand for Jennifer to take, "No daughter of John's will put up with a hotel!" She watched as a smile crept onto his face, he looked like an otter when he smiled. How strange...

"What?" The confused girl asked peering up at the detective, "Where will I live then?"

"With me of course!" The madman smiled an insane looking smile and grabbed the young woman by the hand before leaving some money on the table, way more than they had owned for the actual meal.

"You can have John's old room!" He exclaimed almost dragging her out with him as he hailed a cab. With one quick and swift swoop he had jumped into the cab taking her with him and closing the door behind them.

What? This was crazy and Jennifer knew it! Father trusted this man however... and there was simply something about him, She had never met such a strange man that could deduce even better than she could, never mind someone so attractive that could.

Sherlock almost yelled the address happily at the cabbie, they then drove in the taxi in confused silence before they arrived.

221B Baker Street.

The strange detective quickly unlocked the apartment door and let them both into the place, "My apologies for the mess Mrs Hudson hasn't seemed all that bothered to clean it today and when she didn't John usually did..."

The solemn silence fell over the two individuals as they looked down for a second in memory for both boyfriend and father before Sherlock broke the silence once more.

"I can walk you too and from college for the first few days so you don't get lost!" His face reddened shyly once he realized what he had said, "I-I mean if you would like..."

The few second silence passed, it only proved that Sherlock had been too rash, too kind of John's daughter she obviously thought him to be too strange for her liking. This wasn't new, many people felt like this about Sherlock but this time... this time was different. The person was different.

Different from anyone Sherlock had met even different from John... the most amazing person Sherlock had ever had the pleasure to meet and love. Though she was different in a good way right...?

The silence was sliced when he heard young Jennifer's gentle voice peirce through the air, "Of course... I would love that.."

The odd girl's cheeks were just as red as Sherlock's if not more...

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Oooh so the plot thickens! I hope you guys liked the update I know it's only been a day but I love this fict so !!! I hope you enjoyed!!

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