You're An Idiot, Sherlock Holmes (OC x Sherlock)

Abigail

Sherlock stood with me and Lestrade out of Speedy's as the ambulances arrived. Sherlock had one arm wrapped around my waist and I leaned into his side to keep myself warm in the brisk temperature.

"And exactly how many times did he fall out of the window?" Lestrade questioned, not believing Sherlock's explanation as the man that broke into the flat was lifted into an ambulance. 

Sherlock insisted for me to come down with him to talk with the DI as the police took care of the situation.

"It's all a bit of a blur, Detective Inspector, I lost count," Sherlock answered with a shrug. Lestrade looked at me for confirmation, and I too simply shrugged.

"You heard him," I affirmed, motioning to Sherlock. "Fell outta the window . . . lost count . . . very tragic." He had a smug smile before placing a large kiss on my forehead.

Sherlock and I entered 221A to where Mrs. Hudson sat in her kitchen with her head in one hand. I sat across from her and consoled her. 

"She'll have to sleep upstairs in our flat tonight," I informed, my doctor instincts kicking in. "We need to look after her."

"She's fine," Sherlock replied flippantly, taking a mince pie out of Mrs. Hudson fridge without asking.  

"No, she's not. Look at her. She'll have to take some time away from Baker Street. Maybe stay with her sister; doctor's orders." 

"Don't be absurd," he said calmly, taking a bite of the mince pie as he frowned condescendingly at me.

"She's in shock, for christ's sake, all just for a damn camera-phone." I sat back in my chair, looking around. "Where's it, anyway?"

Sherlock wiped some crumbs off his lips. "Safest place I know." He looked down at Mrs. Hudson and she pulled out the camera-phone. Yep, definitely the safest place. The Americans would be absurd to search for it there. 

"You left it in the pocket of your second best dressing gown, you clot," she said with a small laugh. 

"Yeah, clot!" I added, narrowing my eyes at Sherlock, leading to Mrs. Hudson giggling. 

She held up the phone and Sherlock took it. "I managed to sneak it out when they thought I was having a cry." 

"Thank you." Sherlock tossed the phone in the air before stuffing it in his coat pocket. He turned to me. "Shame on you, Jane Watson."

"Shame on me?" I repeated, looking at him with an affronted expression. 

"Mrs. Hudson leave Baker Street?" He held the landlady close with a one-armed hug. "England would fall." She put her hand on top of his and laughed and I couldn't help but smile at the warm image before me. 

~

"So," I started, picking up my glass of wine. "Where is it now?" Sherlock set his coat down and walked over to his music stand. 

"Where no one will look," he replied, picking up his violin.

"Whatever's on that phone is more than just pictures," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yes, it is," he confirmed, tuning his instrument. 

"So, she's alive then," I said slowly after a moment of stillness. I looked into my wine before looking up again at Sherlock. "How're we feeling about that? Do you think you'll be seeing her again? After all, she flirted with the both of us."

big ben rang its New Year toll in the distance and Sherlock looked up at the sound as he took in a sharp breath, turning to me. He put his hand to the side of my face and I slowly placed my chilly hand on top of his.