Touch Him = Death

Ch.14

I slowly pulled open the door and flicked the light switch illuminating a long staircase downwards. I turned around and winked a the two worried men then I started to walk down the stair case.

"I know how you get bored a lot of the time and I sorta felt really bad that I made you two leave London so quickly, so I put in a request to Mycroft to give you this."

Then I reached the bottom of the stairs and was surprised at all the gadgets and gizmos Mycroft had actually put in here. But I was still not as surprised as John and Sherlock. I had asked Mycroft to put a full fledged lab in the basement with all of the latest technology and anything a scientist could want. And he did exactly that. It almost looked like a mad scientists lab with all the measuring bottles and tubes and bottles and a huge table with gas burners and connected tubes. There was a huge fridge against the wall and three lab coats hanging on hooks labeled Waston, Sherlock, and Williams.

I turned and smiled at the two boys who looked like two five year olds who had just been told that they owned a candy store. Nerds.

"So do you guys like it?" I asked curious about their reactions.

"This, this is amazing I mean look at all this stuff!" John exclaimed throwing his arms in the air and hobbling over to me and giving me a hug. "Thank you," he whispered in my ear before going over and putting on his lab coat.

I looked over at Sherlock wondering why he still hadn't said anything. He gave me a look and just smiled and walked over to me and pulled me into his arms giving me a tight squeeze.

"This is lovely, I don't think anyone has ever done anything this nice for me before." he said leaning back but still holding me in his arms.

"Well it wasn't all me, Mycroft got everything I just offered some ideas." I replied.

"Yes but if you hadn't said anything I would still be stuck in London possibly still in danger and at least you are trying to make me comfortable Mycroft would have simply told me to suck it up." He said looking down at me "So thank you, for being the one who cares."

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and he gave me a soft smile, then he gently held my face and bent down and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead. My eyes automatically fluttered closed and when I opened them I found Sherlock's face only an inch or so away from mine.

Then.... John cleared his throat and Sherlock and I both jumped away from each other. John died and clutched his stomach laughing. I turned bright red and I was sure Sherlock had too we did not face each other.

"Well I think I should go start dinner, you two have fun and I'll call you up in about an hour and a half." I said and turned towards the stairs and started climbing them. On my way up I head the sound of Sherlock hitting john and John pausing from laughing so he could complain about the hit.

That night I made grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and corn. I had hardly ever seen Sherlock eat, because as he says "digestion slows down his ability to concentrate and think." But tonight that was not the case he had thirds possibly fourths. Then after dinner we all made ice cream sundaes and he had the biggest of all. We also watched the phantom of the opera with Gerard Butler (yum), and I was surprised at how quiet he was the entire movie not making any snide remarks or comments about rubbish actors. At the end I started crying because despite the fact I am a trained assassin/defense artist, I am still a very emotional girl. Both of the guys kinda freaked out and looked at each other awkwardly not knowing what to do, then finally John handed me a box of tissues and Sherlock back in weird, awkward, circular motions.

After the movie we all went to bed, but first I made sure they both had their guns. Then I inspected both their rooms and checked their windows, and moved on to check all doors and windows of the house before making sure the security system was on. Then I went and took a warm shower allowing the water to gently remove all the stress I had felt since that morning.

After I got out I went to my room and changed into some short girl boxers and a baggy Pink Floyd T-shirt that felt more like a night gown. I only had to wait an hour that night before I heard him scream.