Inconsistencies In Sentiments

Chapter 3

Y/N's POV

No matter how I arranged them I still felt unsatisfactory. I threw the pillow on the floor and stepped back again. Fuck. I grabbed the floor pillow and kicked it under the desk. I stretched my aching muscles as I walked to the fridge. If only Mycroft sent someone to help. As I drank my beer can clean, the was a knock on the door. I groaned, half concerned it's Sherlock and half annoyed I have to be socially interactive. I opened the door and a man with stubbles and green blue eyes carrying a carefully wrapped box. 'Are you the couple who lives below me?'

'Technically, I'm half the couple.' He blushed a light pink, his eyes trailing down my oversized t-shirt. 'Hey! My eyes are up here.' I snapped my fingers to snap him out of that trance. He shook his head and shoved the box into my hands. 'House warming gift.' He mumbled before skittering downstairs. I gently kicked the door closed and placed the box on the coffee table. Another rhythmic tapping laid upon the door. A petite old woman stood in front of the door carrying a baby girl.

'Mrs. Hudson. Come in,' I quickly threw away my beer to avoid a lecture on how women should not drink beer and sat on the sofa next to her. 'And this must be little Rosie.' I picked up the baby from her arms and cradled her in my own arms. She had John's blue eyes that peered into mine in childish curiosity. Sherlock better keep up his vow because this baby is too cute. Mrs. Hudson got her back and saw the box. 'What's that?'

'A gift.' I picked it up and shook it next to my ear. The gift shook around a bit. So it's small but not too small. 'Go on. Open it.' I hesitantly ripped the paper and opened the box. Inside, a porcelain beckoning cat was waiting for me, eyes closed and paw moving in a beckoning manner. Rossi cooed and reached out to touch it.

'Well, isn't that wonderful?' Great. More things to arrange. I placed on the coffee table. That'll do for now. I felt a tugging around my neck as Rosie started to tug on my necklace. The girl really likes shiny things doesn't she?

'That's lovely. Where did you get this?' Mrs. Hudson rubbed her fingers on the pendant. It was a little snake wrapped around itself in a figure eight shape attached to a braided string around my neck. Then, the memories. Oh God, the memories. They gave me the string on orientation day. The same day they gave me my gun. I shook them. Hopefully, I can lock those away for one more night. 'Darling, have you been sleeping lately?'

She must have noticed my dark circles. To avoiding further conversation, I got up and started to show her the exit. 'You know, it's been nice of you concerned about me and bringing Rosie for a visit. But I'm sure you're a busy person taking care of Rosie and Sherlock, so I think you should go.'

'Darling, did I say something wrong?' I pushed her out the door.

'Just go.' I slammed the door in her face and listened as she made her way downstairs. Why do I do this to myself? I fell onto the floor and took out my phone. Searching through FaceTime messages, I clicked on 2nd January 2009. How I missed that sweet soothing voice and their warm comforting smiles.

'Happy 28th birthday, (Y/N)!' They all shouted in unison.

'Yes, we remembered. What kind of teammates would we be if we couldn't remember our best friend's birthday?' Warren said in his usual sassy tone. Harry pushed him out of the frame. 'Meet me and the team at the hotel bar in an hour. We have a surprise for you. I swear that you'll like it.'

'We're going to get drunk tonight!' Janson exclaimed, drinking the hell out of the bottle. 'Don't forget! Bye!' He reached for the end call button.

'I miss you all so much.'