Inconsistencies In Sentiments

Chapter 11

Lestarde grumbled as he poured himself the "best" cup of coffee that Scotland Yard had to offer. He downed it all down and choked. He hadn't been the best at brewing coffee and the headquarters kitchen equipped itself with coffee beans tasted like shit anyway. He poured the contents down the drain and looked through the fridge for something to hide the aftertaste.

At the same moment, John walked in from the elevator and past the buzzing officers over to Sherlock who was busy sitting on Lestrade's desk. He followed the man's gaze to see Lestrade looking through the cupboards quite grumpily. 'What's wrong with him?'

'Mycroft came by for a little visit and now, he's being a little twat about it.' Lestarde slammed the fridge door shut and walked over the two. He nudged Sherlock off his desk and grabbed the file he was sitting on, walking off grumbling to himself.

Sherlock and John finally got the message, leaving him to his morning pity party. As they walked out of Scotland Yard, they stopped when they saw the other two walking toward their direction with a taco in (Y/N)'s hand. He saw Mycroft eye it hungrily and (Y/N) holding ut up so he could take a bite. Sherlock felt something inside that wasn't very familiar with and he didn't like it.

They saw them step into a car and drive off. Sherlock scoffed as he walked with his hands in his pocket. John jogged to his side and stopped when he saw the subtle scowl on his face. 'What's wrong with you?'

'Why does my mood concern you?' John brightened up as Sherlock walked in front of him. He felt it before and it was hilarious to see Sherlock in this state. 'You're jealous, aren't you?'

'Shut up.'

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(Y/N) searched the apartment's inside out but she couldn't find her book anywhere. He plopped on the bed, tired and frustrated. There was a knock on her door and she reluctently got up to answer it. Sherlock stood at the doorway, wating for her. 'Do you need anything?'

'Join me for dinner.'

'What?'

'It's not a request.'

Sherlock was caught off guard by her in a dressshirt and full length pants. He wasn't used to her in such covering outfits. He was so caught off guard he didn't realize he used a Beauty and a Beast quote until it came out of his mouth. 'Did you just quote a Disney movie?'

'Yes, I believe so.' He was confused as he had never quote anything unless it was from a book. He shook it off and directed his attention at the conversation. She looked unamused and began to close the door. 'Wait!'

She rolled her eyes and opened the door. Sherlock took out the sketchbook and handed it to her. 'You left this at our flat the other night.' She smiled and flipped through the pages. She looked out and again, Sherlock was caught off guard by that dazzling smile and those shimmering (E/C) eyes he never got to see up close.

'I'll think about dinner.' She closed the door and and Sherlock couldn't help but internally celebrate his victory as he walked downstairs.

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That was odd. Sherlock showing up to ask her out for dinner was odd. (Y/N) pressed her ear against the door and heard his footsteps fade into silence. She placed the sketchbook on the sofa and stretched. She began to walk to her bedroom to choose her outfit when she felt something. Something concerning.

She looked through the open bedroom door and saw her white curtains slightly fluttering in the wind. Wait. I don't open my bedroom windows. She heard the floorboards creak behind her and she smirked. This bastard. She turned around to face the man with a scar on his right cheek. 'You never were good at sneaking up on people.'

'I didn't think you'd be living in a place like this.' He said as he gestured around the living room with his polished sickle. 'What did you expect?'

'A mansion, bought using the money they pay you.' She shrugged and moved to the desk, putting her right hand behind her back. 'Wasn't my choice to be here.' Their was silence before (Y/N) spoke up again.

'So, you came here to what? Kill me?' He shrugged and pointed at her with the weapon. 'More or less.' She gripped the beckoning cat tight and smiled.

'Make it quick.'

'You're not even gonna fight?'

'Wish granted.' (Y/N) said as she threw the porcelain cat at his face.