The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

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30 minutes have passed and Sherlock was growing impatient. He knew she was only teasing him but in the depths of his mind he was worried she had escaped. After a few more seconds of worry he gets up and walks to the bathroom. As soon as he gets to the bathroom door he quickly swings it open. Only to see Crimson wearing nothing but his shirt and her underwear, drying her hair with a small towel. She looks at him with a sly grin and walks out the washroom holding her other clothes. Sherlock quickly turns around, being the gentleman he is, to not look at her half naked state.

"Missed me already?" She asks jokingly as she places her clothes down on his bed and making her way down to the living room with Sherlock right on her heels.

"A-are you only going to wear that?" He asks, cursing himself for stuttering. She did look rather adorable in his clothes but her bare legs weren't helping him focus he thought. He takes the tray of tea and biscuits and places it on the small coffee table that lies between the two chairs. She elegantly sits on the chair with one leg under her and the other dangling off the chair.

"I actually never had tea like this before, so if you don't mind, can you please make it for me," she says feigning innocence as she leans on the arm rest of the chair.

"American," Sherlock dictates as he begins putting sugar into both tea cups.

"Excuse me?" She asks rather interested than surprised at his sudden statement.

"You're American," Sherlock continues glancing at her for a second before continuing making tea.

"Pretty close, I'm their neighbour to the north," She says as she observes Sherlock, interested in the consulting detective.

"Canadian? My next guess," He says handing her, her tea cup. She takes a small sip before she crinkles her nose in disgust and puts it back on the tray. Sherlock stares at her finding her actions adorable before looking away.

"Yeah, I think I'm more of a coffee person"

"Why?" Sherlock asks

"Coffee has this amazing taste that combines coffee beans and-"

"No I meant why are you killing people." Sherlock asks in a serious tone. Realization washes upon her face as she slightly frowns before leaning back on the back of the chair and look at him with tired eyes. She looks at him for a while, observing his facial features to know if he was saying the truth or not.

"You really don't know, do you," She says disappointedly as she looks away from him.

"What? What am I missing?" Sherlock says clutching the arm rests of his chair.

"I don't kill random. You've been too busy looking for me and the way I've been killing to find a pattern. But you are so blind by adrenaline and curiosity that you ignore the small hints and details I've left you." She says looking at Sherlock like she's been obvious this whole time.

"I've given you a challenged, but I guess I was wrong. You're not the detective I thought you to be." She says attempting to get up. Immediately, Sherlock jumps out of his chair and pins her to her chair. He leans his face towards her, leaving only a small space between the two geniuses.

"I am all the more of the detective you thought me to be. I am everything you should fear and I am definitely not giving up," Sherlock says with intense eyes. Crimson smiles at him adoringly as her eyes melts into his.

"At least buy me dinner first, Sherlly," She says flirtatiously, leaving Sherlock blushing. During this moment of hesitation, she escapes his grasp and walks towards the fire place.