Loving a Holmes

What Does He Know?

After spending most of my afternoon and evening listening to potential clients with John and Sherlock, I finally make it back flat. I almost throw myself onto the couch once I get in, not wanting to move. You won't think that listening to people trying to hire a detective would be tiring, but the tiring part is listening to Sherlock explain why he is not taking the cases and solving them within the matter of a few moments. I am smarter than most people but even I had trouble keeping up with him at a few moments in the evening.

After laying on my couch for about twenty minutes I hear a knock on my flat door, whining to myself. "What is it now?" As I get up and make my way to the door.

When I open the door I am shocked to see Sherlock look down at me. "Ms. Love."

"Mr. Holmes."

"Please call me Sherlock, there is no need to be formal."

"Then don't call me Ms. Love." Sherlock slightly tilts his head to one side. As I sigh and shake my head. "Is there something I can do for you, Sherlock?"

"Oh yes, you left your phone upstairs and John wanted me to thank you for spending the afternoon and evening with us."

"Oh thank you."

I reach out to take my phone back from Sherlock, but he pulls it away. "However, before I give your phone back, there is something I would like to discuss with you."

I sigh softly. "I am not planning on seeing John, so you don't have to worry."

"Oh please, I could care less about John's love life. No, I wanted to talk to you about your brother. As I imagine you will want to finish this conversation within your flat."

I look up at him taken back, before moving for him to come inside. "What about my brother?" Sherlock looks around the main room of my flat, not saying anything. I sigh softly as I close the door and ask again. "What about my brother?"

"Just that John and I have had a brush with him recently."

"Mr. Holmes I don't know what you think you know but..."

Sherlock puts his hand up. "I don't think, Ms. Love. I know. John may be an idiot but I am not."

I chuckle softly, knowing when I've been beaten. "How'd you figure it out?"

"Your eyes and your cheeks for one. You are clearly related to one Jim Moriarty. You also mentioned to John that your brother was trying to mend a bridge between the two of you. I imagine that with a brother like Moriarty you cannot be particularly proud of him and his work so that would make a distance relationship, and finally, John and I have problem renting our flat with two of us, while you're brother is making enough not only to pay for yours and cover your bills but also his as well, without blinking an eye."

"When did you figure it out?"

"Sadly, not until I was coming down. Your phone rang and the contact J.M. came up."

I nod and sigh softly. "Well, as I'm sure you know, siblings aren't always alike."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you have an older brother, don't you? I'm guessing he doesn't approve of his little brother being a freelance detective. Of course, this is obvious with how much about the world that you don't know, indicating you'd been protected from a lot of it until you got older and your brother left."

"I was not protected."

"Oh no, sorry. Coddled." Sherlock looks at me with his mouth open, almost surprised by my notion. "That's right Mr. Holmes. I was not boasting about what I could do when we first met. I know everything. Your ongoing drug addiction, You're so observant about everyone but yourself. You find it frustrating when you don't have a case to fill your time and you get even more frustrated when you get stuck while trying to solve one. You are a very skilled fighter although if you can avoid a fight with your brain you will. You are also very protective of those close to you, as I can't imagine that lists are very long you have to be. And you are still alone because you feel that no one will ever be able to match your intelligence. And you are very intimidated by mine." I step toward Sherlock, knowing that my bite is just as big as my bark.

Sherlock straightens up and nods. "This is fun. Now let me do you. You have had a drug problem yourself, but are doing a great job staying away from it now, good for you. However, you replaced one addiction for another when you got engaged, tell me is sex really that much better when you are trying to avoid using? But that also helps to fill your time when you are not busy, which I can't imagine is very often. However, since you are not seeing anyone you have been having trouble sticking to your sobriety. You were taught to fight and shot by your brother, my money is on the criminal. You feel you have to distance yourself from others because of your brother profession and you hate him for it." The two of us are now standing toe to toe, staring enough other down. Although it is hard to stare down someone is much taller than you. I take a deep breath and clench my jaw as Sherlock takes a deep breath speaking softly. "So tell me Madison Moriarty, is this where you slap me or kiss me."

I chuckle softly, before taking a small step back and slapping Sherlock, hard, across the cheek. When he brings his head back to center the two of us pull the other one in close and begin kissing each other passionately.