Rivers

Chapter Fourteen

Last night, Sherlock asked me to spend the night. I wasn't sure if he needed company because the fact that John litteraly died was still effecting him or if he just felt he needed someone with him, so I agreed. And here I am, waking up on his couch once again.

"Do you know of anyone named Reynold Jensen?" Sherlock questions. I sit up and put the blanket on my back, wraping around my chest like a cape.

"No. Why?"

"He died."

"Why are you asking me?"

"I have to find out why he died. Someone's requested a case."

"Would you two like some breakfast?" Mrs. Hudson's voice interrupts from the flat door.

Sherlock and I look at each other and I begin to chuckle. "Sausage and eggs. My favorite," Sherlock simply states with his meloncholoy expression. He walks passed Mrs. Hudson and I, then down the stairs.

"Does Sherlock finally have a girlfriend?" Mrs. Hudson asks, smiling and folds her hands together, happily.

I smile and bring my head to the ground embarrassed. Gosh, I'm acting like my teenage self again. "I don't know, Mrs. Hudson. Perhaps he does."

***

On our way to the hospital to visit John, Sherlock finally gets the chance to open up.

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my girlfriend," Sherlock states, leaving me struck.

He's so calm, so emotionless as the question slips out of his teeth. I barely even understand what he's asked before we pull up to the sidewalk in front of the hospital and the cabi stops.

Sherlock climbs out, but I'm shot with so much surprise so I just there with my jaw hung low and my eyebrows raised with intriguing thoughts.

"Get out of the cab," the cabi driver nstructs with his low and harshful tone.

"Right. I'm-" I pause and catch my train of thoughts as I step out of the cabi. "sorry."

Once I get into the hospital, Sherlock is half way down the hallway, opening up John's hospital door. My pace quickens so I can make it into the room just seconds after Sherlock.

"Jacqueline!" John excites as he spots me in the doorway.

At first, I don't even notice John. My eyes just go straight to Sherlock with his dark, curly hair and eyes in such a bright blue. He's perfect in every way.

"Um... hi," I say, turning his direction.

"I get out today."

"Really?" I say, cheering my voice up and snapping my full body in John's direction. "What time?"

"In a couple of hours, I believe."

"Really? That's brilliant, John!" I excite.

Sherlock chuckles and wraps his arm around me. I look up at him, somewhat confused. He's held my hand before, even kissed me before, but his arm is wrapped around my back as he chuckles. He's done stuff like this before but never this... normally.

"Oh, hello!" a brown haired nurse exclaims as she enters the room. "Isn't it ironic to have a doctor as a paitent?"

I chuckle. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"So how are you feeling today?" She asks, putting a testhescope on John's chest.

"Better than three days ago, I can tell you that," he says, laughing. The nurse jots some things down on a clip board then looks back up at him.

"This is a true miracle, you know? It's just brilliant. You were dead but then after they declared it, boom, you're alive. I've been working here for fifteen years and haven't seen anything like it, that's for sure!" she announces, standing up. She looks at Sherlock and I and smiles. "Have an amazing day, you guys and hopefully I won't see you soon." She laughs, sending a smile on my face. It's rare that you meet someone that happy. Everyone's just so.... negative nowadays.

The nurse walks out and leaves John a bright smile.

"Ugh. People like her disgust me," Sherlock whines.

"Sherlock, she was nice!" I remark, slapping his chest.

"Exactly," he mumbles, forcing me to roll my eyes.

We stay until I eventually fall asleep at eleven. When I'm awoken by a creaking door, I notice my head is in Sherlock's lap.

"Visiting hours are over," the same nurse from before whispers, peaking her head through the door. The lights are turned off and hardly any words are spoken, giving that feeling of night time.

"Come on, Jacqueline," Sherlock mumbles, stroking my hair.

I yawn and sit up. "What time is it?" I question.

"Time to leave," Sherlock answers.

I roll my eyes and stand up, stretching my arms.

***

When the cabi we take reaches my flat, Sherlock instructs the cabi to wait five minutes while he walks me to my flat.

He grabs my hands, lacing his fingers in between mine. "You never answered my question," he whispers.

I unlace my fingers and place my hand on his cheek. Without any further hesitstion, I lean in and kiss him. He kisses back with a gentle, reassuring kiss. My stomach flys and my heart races, sending shivers down my spine.

"I love you, Sherlock Holmes," I mumble, pulling away from the kiss. His face is shook and frozen, but his hands still move. He grabs my arm gently, almost just grazing my skin.

"I'm really hoping that's a yes then," he says, expanding his mouth into a cheesy smile.

"It's a definite yes."

He smiles even wider as I say those four words. He kisses me one more time, leaning down to my height.

"I..." he begins to say, unable to get anything else out. "I love you too."

I smile and naw bottom lip, placing my hand on my doorknob.

"I bet your cabi is waiting," I joke.

"I better get going then."

When he walks away, I can't get that cheesy smile off my face. Sherlock, the guy that solved my brothers case and put the woman who went through with his murder behind bars, Sherlock, the guy that drugged me once because I was acting hysterical and insane, Sherlock the guy that woke up at seven in the morning because he thought I was missing....

Sherlock Holmes, the guy that I love, loves me too.