The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

XIII

Sherlock was surprised at her demand. He sat there confused for a few minutes, not knowing what her plan was before he begins to play along. He analyzes each and every detail he could find but he was having a difficult time reading her.

"Who are you." Sherlock says angrily.

"Do you really not recognize me? Think harder Sherlock, actually look at me."

"I AM LOOKING!"

"No you are not. You aren't looking for the memory, you're looking for any detail that can hint to my persona. You are hindering yourself with meaningless information." She replies curtly.

"Well then, if you are so good at this then why don't you deduce me."

"So hot-tempered and stubborn aren't you. If that is what you wish." She says studying him.

"Sherlock Holmes," she says tilting her head to the side, getting a better look at the detective. "Or should I say William Sherlock Holmes Scott. You solve cases with astute observation, deductive reasoning but also with very little people skills. You call yourself a "high functioning sociopath" because you do not make friends or understand emotions very well. You would make a superior criminal if you were so inclined, but instead you assist the police, which I find quite boring.

You are often interpreted as rude and blunt but you just void emotions. It's not because you have no interest in them, no, it's just that you don't understand. You never felt true love or passion, the emotion everyone craves. Only anger and stress. You say that you have no friends but you have so many people caring and tolerating you. You also have a brother, you don't really care for him but you two still help each other. Your true enemy, however, is Moriarty. Who is as intelligent as you but the only difference is he uses his wits for crime. " She says matter of factly like she read it out of a book.

Sherlock stares dumbfoundedly as he is completely entranced by the woman.

"If you are wondering how I know, you aren't as hidden and mysterious as you think yourself to be." She says smirking

"Also your sister is correct, you really don't look at women in the eyes," she continues

Sherlock ponders for a moment while before he finally understood what she meant. The Lady who gave him his second challenge in Scotland Yard. She walked into Scotland Yard in mid-day without question. He knew something was off about her he just didn't suspect it was.... her. 'Incredible.' Sherlock thought. He stares at the mysterious woman and they sat there, observing one another.

"Isabel?" Asks after a few moments of silence.

"Really?"

"Nicole?"

"Nope" she replies popping the 'p'. Sherlock sits back and he stares at her.

"If this is going to take long, may I take a shower?" She asks innocently, shaking one of her hand, indicating how she was still locked up. Sherlock was hesitant in releasing her, knowing she was fully capable in escaping if she wanted to.

"Oh Sherlly, don't you trust me?" She asks pouting slightly. "If it makes you feel better you can shower with me" she continues deviously. Sherlock blushes at her statement and stands up and exit the room.

She leans back on the headboard once more before she sees Sherlock re-entering with a small metal object in hand. He walks closer to her but he does the unthinkable as he straddles her to reach her hands. At first, she blushes but she then quickly tries to look away. The action didn't go unnoticed by Sherlock as he smirks at her. Their faces were merely inches in front of each other as they sit in silence. Sherlock unlocks one of the chain but grabs her hand before she can attempt anything.

She raises an eyebrow at him, her cocky demeanour returning but internally she was screaming.

"I don't trust you. Not one bit. But I know you won't try to escape because judging by your rapid heartbeat, you like the rush. The tango between you and I," He says as his fingers dance along her wrist. For once in her life she was speechless. She never felt such emotions before and she didn't know how to react. What she didn't know was that Sherlock was feeling the exact same.

"Right on point, Sherlly. But don't you ever forget." She says before flipping Sherlock around, pinning him down below her. His breath was heavy with every action she took, he couldn't help but admire her from the angle he was at.

"I'm in charge of the game," she whispers, leaning down into Sherlocks ear sending shivers down his back. Before he knew it she grabs the keys in his other hand and unlocks herself from the imprisonment. She looks down at him once last time before she moves towards his drawers.

"I'm going to borrow a few things," she says as she scavenges through his clothes to pull out a grey loose t-shirt.

"You have thirty minutes to shower before you go into the living room and have some tea with me," Sherlock says nonchalantly as though nothing had happened. He gets up and walks towards her, putting his hand and the arch of her back as he guides her to the showers.

"My offer still stands," She says winking before disappearing into the bathroom. Sherlock let's out a sigh as he makes his way into the kitchen and begins making some tea. 'This is going to be a long night' he thought.