The curious case of Isabella

Chapter 4: The first of many meetings

Hey guys, just to let you know that ill be writing more chapters soon, im sorry that im taking so long in updating...its exam times so its stressful. Sorry for the shortness of the chapters, i find it hard to write for a long length of time.

Im dedicating this chapter to my good friend: @Ncwiseowl who has always supported me in my writing so i thank you for everything. :D xx Please don't forget to leave a comment on how this story is going :D 

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Storm clouds gathered in the dark sky above. Droplets of water began falling, splashing onto the pebble pavement below. Rumbles and flashes of lightning appeared in the darkness lighting up the sky in spectacular colours. A figure appeared out of the darkness; a tall, thin man. His hair a very dark brown and slightly curled, his clothes wet from the substancial amount of rain that was pouring down on him, as he made his way along the path he was about to turn the corner when a voice spoke out.

 "Mr Holmes, You're out a bit late, going for a stroll are we..." The voice was that of a womans, a flirtacious tone from the pronounciation.

Sherlock looked round in surprise to find a young woman; no older than about 23, leaned against the bricks of an abandoned building, her hair was a fiery red with a pale face. She was propped up against the wall, a smile appearing on her pink crescent lips.

"Who are you?" He replied cooly, turning his collar up against the wind that was pounding against his neck. 

"An interested party..." She continued to smile,edging her way out of the shadows. She looked up at him, gazing into his bright green eyes. Sherlock stared at her for a moment trying to deduce her. He was utterly clueless, for once in his life. He was intrigued; it was the second time that he was stumped by a woman.

"Are you walking home?" He asked, his facial expression going back to its usual disinterested look. She smiled at him with a question creeping into her mind.

"Why? Are you offering to be my escort home?" She giggled, placing her hand inside his arm.

Sherlock's face turned from normal to a tad surprised.

"Well...the streets aren't safe for a woman...at this time of night..." He paused becoming slightly hesistant and uncomfortable. She noticed this and ran her other hand down his arm, she smirked at him for how he reacted to this gesture.

"Mr Holmes, would you do me the pleasure of walking me home?" She replied playfully. He gave a quick smile, putting his hand in his coat pocket; reaching for his phone.

-Going to be late, making a slight detour home. Don't wait up for me.-Sh, he sent the text, a smile formed on the woman's lips. A buzz came from the phone a moment later with a reply. -Right. Can i ask why?- John.

"Anything interesting Mr Holmes?" The woman grinned, elbowing him gently in the arm. He gazed at her, curiousity filling his eyes. It wasn't normal for Sherlock to be fascinated by someone he just met, however this particular woman gave him that spark.

"Nothing in particular, although...the hour is growing late and i believe that we should start heading home." He gave her another quick smile, he began walking, his strides were long. The woman had to quickly catch up with him...they were both off down St.Alberts Street, the path was narrow and long. Suddenly turning onto Green Hill Crescent, they continued down the path for a while; the place was silent, not a sound anywhere. The woman stopped in her tracks.

"Well...this is me" She broke the silence, unlinking her arm with the detectives'. He looked at her and then his eyes fell on the house just to the side of them. It was quite a big house, a semi-detached with a black metal fence running along the front of it; the bricks were a chalky red colour and the front door was a solid green. She smiled at him as he looked from her to the house and then back again, as if to say "You live here?" But of course, this was inside that head of his.

"Thanks for walking me home, Mr Holmes. A pleasure to make your aquaintance." She spoke, she went onto her tiptoes, her eyes gazing into his; suddenly she planted a quick peck on his cheek, Sherlock's face turned to amazement, his throat became dry and his hands were slightly sweaty.

He cleared his throat, "Your welcome...You won't by any chance tell me your name?" His pulse was racing.

She just smiled at him again, running her fingers along the wet surface of the black fencing that stood outside her place. "Til next time, Mr Holmes" She giggled, making her way the pathway towards her front door. She turned back to Sherlock and gave him a wave of her hand; disappearing behind the door.