Sherlock Holmes and the case of Twisted Love

CHAPTER 18

IZZY'S POV

When I walked into the apartment after spending the day with some friends, I was greeted with deafening silence, one that told me something was wrong. For God's sake, I was having such a nice day, what's happened this time? I walked into the living room to see an uncomfortable looking Harper and Sherlock with a face that looked the most angry I've ever seen him

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sherlock asks bluntly

"Tell you?" I have no idea what he is talking about

"About her" he nods his head towards Harper "and Moriarty?"

"How do you know about that?" I ask him

He holds up a dark coloured tie with small white embroidery

"Oh Harper" I sighed "when you first asked me to lie to my boyfriend did you forget he was a detective?"

"I didn't know it was here!" she says to me

"Well I know now, so does someone want to explain this to me?" Sherlock says

I look at Harper and she motions for me to tell him

"Well basically, long story short, she met Jim and he asked her out and they went on a date and clearly did more than just that" I say nodding to the tie "but then he treated her like he treats everyone and she learned he's no good. So they broke up"

"Izzy, that's not what I meant. I do not care about their relationship or whatever it was" he throws a look to Harper and she rolled her eyes "What I do care about is the fact that a man I watched blow his own brains out is now apparently alive"

"Oh, that bit? I don't know! You're the detective"

"Oh my God you guys, this is painful" Harper speaks up "I'm going in the shower" she starts to leave

"Harper! This is about you!" I argue

"No its not" she replies "its about Jim Moriarty" and with that she snatches the tie out of Sherlock's hands and leaves the room closing the door behind her.

I turn to Sherlock "Well done, you've pissed her off"

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HARPER'S POV

I lied to them... again, but to be honest, whats new?

I told them I was showering but in actual fact I made my way downstairs and out the door... I was angry at Sherlock and now I'm on my way to Jim's to fucking kill him.

As soon as I got there and made my way up the thousand floors to his apartment I impatiently and continuously knocked on the door until he answered and when he finally did I stormed past him and into his stupid posh lounge.

"Who the hell engraves their ties?" I yell, holding the tie I took from Sherlock.

He takes it and straightens it out, laying it flat on his coffee table and inspecting it closely...

"Who else has touched this?" he asks, completely ignoring my question

"Definitely Sherlock... Mrs Hudson... Maybe John?"

Without another word it is in the washing machine with double the amount of detergent usually used and Moriarty watching it as it spins in a clockwise motion.

"Jesus Christ" I mutter to myself

"To answer your earlier question, I only engrave my favourites..."

"If it really was one of your favourites then why the hell did you leave it at 221B in the first place?"

"Hang on... You're here and not at 221B... Sherlock found out, didn't he?" he said, smiling to himself

"And the prize for best deductions goes to Jim Moriarty!" I say sarcastically, my anger rising "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" he replies, "Remind me, who was it that suggested we go back to your apartment?"

I think back to the beginning of the day, specifically to when Sherlock told me the flat was free... After  I realised he was right I mentally slapped myself

"Exactly" he said with a smug look on his face "And plus, if we lived together we wouldn't have this problem of me leaving my shit everywhere"

"Are you suggesting something here?"

"What's the worse that could happen, Izzy and the boys already know about us now..."

"What's the worse that could happen...?" I say mainly to myself, thinking it over

"So is that a yes?

I put my hands either side of his face and stand on my tiptoes in order to reach his lips, and I place a loving kiss upon them... "That is a yes" I say after pulling away

He smiles while looking down at me and in his eyes that same happiness I saw when Izzy caught us had returned. "I still partly blame you though, if you weren't a criminal then we wouldn't have to hide our relationship"

"Technically we don't have to anymore"

"What do you mean?"

"Let's pay them a little visit... Shall we?" he said, holding out a hand, I reluctantly take it and he leads me out the door.