The Unfinished Case// A Sherlock Story

XXIV

"What do you mean there's no sign of her?" Lestrade bombardes as he looks at the newly written file.

"The building exploded and I believe she died in the fire," Sherlock replies as he wraps his scarf around his neck.

"But what about the case? Are you just going to leave it unfinished?!" Lestrade shouts.

"It's the unfinished case. It's in the name." Sherlock winks at Lestrade before leaving Scotland Yard.

Sherlock and John walk onto the busy streets of London and Sherlock stares up into the bright morning sky.

"How does she just disappear?" John asks confused about the case.

"Another mystery for another time." Sherlock says as a cab approaches them.

"John, go hang out with Rosie. You need to stop stressing," He continues as he gets into the car.

"Well... ok. If you need anything call me alright?" John asks hesitantly at his friends weird behaviour.

"Toodaloo," Sherlock bids farewell as the cab begins to drive home.

He steps into his flat and his heart instantly flutters. The view in-front of him was everything he has ever wished for. She was standing in the kitchen reading a manual as she attempts to install a coffee machine. She was wearing the same clothes she had worn the first time she stayed at his residence and Sherlock can't help but like the nostalgic feelings.

He strides over to her and places his arms around her waist, his head nuzzling in the crook of her neck. His smile can be felt along her skin as she giggles from his intimate behaviour.

"What has gotten you in such a good mood?" She asks as she releases the manual from her hand and tangles her hand in his hair. She turns her head to the side giving him more space on her neck and a better view of the detective.

"You," he says as he kisses her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"While you were gone, I erased some of my data and once and for all ended Moriarty's reign." She says displaying a burnt usb.

"So what are you going to do now?" Sherlock asks slightly sadden as he awaits for her answer.

She turns around in his arms and cups his face with her hands directing to look at her. She smiles at him sincerely making butterflies erupt from his stomach.

"You know," she begins twirling a loose strand of hair of his. "I was thinking about staying here, you know, for a while." She continues cheekily as Sherlock's eyes roam around her facial features. Intaking every single detail he can find and cherish.

"And maybe find someone dumb enough to fall in love me," she says with a crooked smile.

"You can cross that out of the bucket list," he replies as he chastely kisses her lips.

"I think so too," she says resting both her arms on his shoulders, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

Sherlock then playfully picks her up, placing her on the counter, making her squeal. He stands between her legs with one hand around her waist for support and the other on her bare thigh. She laughs at his antics and Sherlock couldn't help but stare in admiration.

"What?" She asks as she looks at Sherlock

"You're beautiful" he says lovingly as he leans in to kiss her. She sighs into the kiss and they both slowly pull alway. They rest their foreheads together both smiling like idiots.

"Maxwell, consulting detective," Sherlock laughs.

"Doesn't have a bad ring to it," she replies.

"No it doesn't," he says before pulling her into another passionate kiss.

He could never get sick of this and neither could she.