The Science of Fear//Book Three

Chapter 1~ Crime Scenes

Teddy's P.O.V

"Crime scene!"

I clapped my hands together as I walked towards the house which was cordoned off with police tape. Beside me was Sargent Sally Donovan, her eyes rolling around in her sockets as she sighed.

"You don't even try," Sally sneered as we ducked under the police tape.

"Try what, exactly?" I asked.

"You don't even try to look sad. Inside that house is a dead woman and here you are smiling like it's the best thing that's happened all week."

"It is the best thing that's happened all week," I replied. "Ever since Lestrade left for his holiday Dimmock has kept me busy with all those boring cold cases. I don't even get to go anywhere! I've been stuck at my desk reading over papers and files and anything else that used to be a tree. Boooring, but finally I can breathe! And so can you, I've seen the way you look at him. He's been giving you crap cases too."

Sally sighed again, shrugging her shoulders and crossing her arms.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Well, you're never wrong," Sally replied stiffly, though there was a small hint of a smile on her lips. I nudged the Sargent with my elbow.

"You're beginning to warm up to me, aren't you Donovan?" I said slyly, a grin on my face.

"No."

"Bull. Don't worry though. I won't tell anyone," I said as we both parted ways.

This was how life had been for me in the past few months: simple, but nice. My life at work was great (Apart from the crap cases that were usually sent my way. Nothing I couldn't handle, though.) Slowly I was beginning to warm up to people at work who I never thought I would've talked to or smiled with. Take Sally, for example. We hadn't gotten along at all in the beginning. It wasn't until we had both taken down a kidnapper that things began to change. Now we were- well, not friends- but colleagues who spoke and smiled together from time to time.

Life outside of work was even better. My relationship with my brothers was solid, the coffee catch-ups with Molly were full of laughter and Friday nights at the pub with Lestrade were entertaining and relaxing. But the thing that made my life so amazing, so blissful, was my boyfriend. Three months, two weeks and four days. That is how long we had been together. Each day had been different, sometimes a little tough, but always it had been enjoyable because he was there to help me through thick and thin, and vice versa.

John Watson. Oh, thinking his name always made me blush. I just can't help it, I guess. He was the perfect boyfriend anyone could ask for. He was kind and brave and funny. He had taken me out on two official dates already (The first one was at this very posh restaurant. I had chicken, he had steak. We had shared the pudding and finished off a whole bottle of wine. He had paid for all of it.  The second was at a carnival we had stumbled across earlier on that day. We ate candyfloss, went on the merry-go-round, shared a mat on the helter skelter and played those funny games with the hoops. John won a Teddy bear. He gave it to me.) He liked watching movies with me in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, he didn't hog the Nutella jar and he didn't pressure me into things I didn't want to do. We never went any further then kissing (and the occasional under the singlet feel, but don't let Sherly know.)

He knew my boundaries, like how he wasn't allowed to say the 'L' word. Not yet. That was possibly about to change though...

I smiled as I entered the house and turned one corner into the kitchen where Dimmock and a few other officers stood. Butterflies- no, bats- were rapidly flying around in my stomach. John had to wait. I was on a case and I couldn't let him distract me. Maybe later....