221 Reasons To Love You//Sherlock Love Story

Chapter One- New Beginnings

Bethany Greene walked out of the cab and took a deep breath. She walked over to the door marked '221B' and knocked. Beth sighed and she heard someone walking down the stairs. She heard the door locks on the door open and someone say, "Come on in." The man had a very intellegint voice. She took another breath and pushed open the door, revealing a tall man with black, curly hair in a suit. He had no tie, which Beth found rather attracting.

"You must be here for the extra room." The man said, walking up the stairs. Bethany nodded, and followed him.

"My name is Bethany Greene. And you are?" Her Scottish accent was revealed and the man chuckled.

"You're from Scotland." The man pointed out. Beth nodded.

She followed the man into the kitchen, where she saw a ton of science equipment.

"What's all this for?" she asks.

"Oh. For my job. I work with the police department.... not with, more like... above," he begins and Beth laughs at his comment. "I solve murders. I'm a consulting detective. " He smiles at her. It was a nice, pleasant smile.

"Oh. Okay!" Bethany tried hiding her excitement. She loved murders. They were so fascinating.

"What do you do, Bethany?" the man asks, making himself some tea.

"I don't really have a job. I'm trying to get one with the police, thought. I want a job dealing with murders. They excite me." She brushes her orange hair out of her face.

"Well. If you live here, I might talk to my partner and see if you can join us." He assures her. Bethany's smile grows as she squeals, quickly caughing to cover it.

"That sounds great. " Her voice is betraying her and she sounds like a six year old, rather than a twenty six year old.

"Alright. Let me show you your room." He leads her up the stairs.

"All right." She follows him. "Mister? I didn't catch your name."

"Oh. Right. That." He turns around to face Bethany. "I'm Sherlock Holmes."

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After three months of living with Sherlock, Bethany decided to go ask him if he wanted to go get breakfast with her. They occasionally spoke when he wasn't on a case, but they didn't really do anything. Except watch TV together. And by 'watch TV together', that means Sherloc reads and Bethany sleeps with the TV on while they were in the same room.

He spent most of the time in his room, so Bethany traveled down the stairs and hesitantly knocked on his door.

"S-Sherlock? I was wondering if you wanted to go get some breakfast?" she asks. The door slowly opens, and Sherlock stands in the doorway. His curly hair is a mess and he is only wearing a blanket.

"That sounds boring." His voice is raspy and he yawns. Bethany lets out a quiet chuckle, but it's loud enough for him to hear. "what?" he asks her.

"Nothing. It's just.... nothing." she continues to giggle as she walks out into the hallway. She hears Sherlock follow her.

"What?" his voice is closer than before. She turns around and he is only inches away. She quickly stumbles back and falls onto the chair.

"Oh. S-sorry, Sherlock." She stammers. He looks at her with his head tilted. He soon realises why she was shocked. His blanket had fallen a bit, revealing his chest and he was very close to her face. He immidiatly turns around and rushes into his room, clearly embarrassed.

"Wow." Beth manages to say.

After three minutes, Sherlock pokes his head out of his room and quietly walks over to Beth, who was sprawled across the newly replaced couch. Her feet are in the air and she is on her phone. Sherlock grins and sits on his chair.

"I'm sorry if I startled you earlier." he whispers. Bethany turns her head and looks at him.

"It's okay. I'm glad you have a some clothes on now. It's less awkward." She laughs and he joins in.

"I would like that breakfast, though." He shyly adds.

"Oh really?" Bethany is shocked. Sherlock is usually never out of the house. She expected him to say no.

"If that's fine with you." He adds.

Bethany nods as she sits up and grabs her shoes and coat. She also grabs Sherlock's coat and throws it to him. She notices a jacket that is too small for Sherlock.

"Who's jacket is this?" Beth waves the jacket in the air.

Sherlock freezes and stares at it.

"That's.... John's. My partner's. He must have left it here. I have to give it to him." His smile becomes a heavy frown.

"Did he live here?" Beth asks him.

"Yea. But now he lives with Mary, his wife." Sherlock stands up and walks out the door. He seemed really upset. Bethany decided not to bring up the topic again.