A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 8

Benedict was in a great mood on his way back to the BBC, he always felt relaxed after spending time with Martin and Amanda, the children were lovely as always, and they were so excited to have their dad back. He guessed that is one of the downside of making a name for yourself, he knew that even he would have trouble with that, spending so much time in different locations, leaving your family behind. That is probably why he hasn’t settled down yet. It kept nagging at the back of his mind. He pushed it aside once again, as a certain red head made her way back onto his mind. He remembered how he had watched her outside the restaurant, she probably didn’t notice him watching her, or else she would have waved at least. He was just a little worried, he could see she wasn’t really into taking pictures of them, her focus more on the scenery than on them, but the man she was with, had eyes for only them. He hoped someone told her about the no picture policy when it comes to Martin and Amanda’s children. He wanted to text her about it, but didn’t want to intrude on her career, besides the kids weren’t at the table the whole time, spending some time in the children’s area. As he entered the BBC building he checked his phone one last time, hoping she would’ve send a reply by now, but there was still nothing.

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Lisa made her way back to the office, clutching her camera bag close to her. She decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator when she got to the office. When she reached her cubicle she quickly plugged in her camera so excited to see what the afternoon has delivered. She opened the camera folder and started to sync the device with the newly labelled folder on her computer. She quickly checked her mail while jotting down dates in her planner. When they were finally synced she started sorting through the pictures, moving the usable ones to a separate folder. She could see what Burt was talking about; there were some she would’ve deleted on her camera that actually turned out pretty good. She quickly attached the ones of Prince Harry to an email and sends them to her editor. She then turned to the ones she took of Martin. The scenery types she moved to her personal folder and then started looking through the others to see if there was anything usable. She was just focusing on one of Benedict walking towards the restaurant when her editor walked past, she could hear the little squeak escaping the flamboyant older man. He doubled back standing behind, squeezing her shoulders in excitement. “This is your lucky day, that earns you some extra cash.” He took a deep breath “He is so dishy, really makes the heart race, doesn’t he?” He looked expectantly at Lisa, waiting for an answer. Lisa felt the blush rising in her cheeks, he gave her a wink and walked away, calling over his shoulder “Don’t worry girly, he has the same effect on everyone.” Lisa quickly saved the photo’s folders, not bothering to look further. She grabbed her belongings, making her way home. It’s been a long day. She looks at her phone, wanting to hear if Karen wants to go have drinks, when she saw she never answered Benedict’s text. She hit the send button, making her way back to the apartment.

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Benedict finished for the day, and walked out the door of the BBC, it was such a lovely day that he thought he will take the tube and walk home from the station. He pulled on his cap, adjusting it on his head, zipping up his jacket. He has learned that by wearing everyday clothes he could blend into a crowd without attracting too much attention. It also helped that he did not sport the black Sherlock curls at the moment, preferring the shorter hair. He popped his earphones in his ears, starting his music player on his phone. He made his way to the tube station. When he sat down in the tube, he pulled out one of the scripts, going over it. From the corner of his eye he could see some people pointing and trying to take photos of him without him noticing. He rolled his eyes, knowing it will spread like wild fire. The last ones actually made him chuckle with some of the meme they came up with. He turned his attention back to the script, when the chords of Bonfire heart starting playing in his ear he could feel the smile spreading across his face. He pulled out his phone deciding to text Lisa.