Emotional Context

I told you that I'd burn the heart out of you..

ELIZABETH'S POV

A few months had passed since the everyone found out about Sherlock and I. For the first few weeks we were continuously bothered by John, Lestrade and the others, being asked the dumb questions such as 'How can you be dating him?' 'Do you even know how to be with a woman?' etc. Other than that things have been normal at Baker Street. The boys have had some rather interesting cases while I've been busy with work for Mycroft.

I was sitting at the table, papers spread around me as I worked on my report.

"Someone looks busy." I looked up to see the boys. "Not going into work today?"

"I'm working from home today. I have a bit more to finish on this report for Mycroft. What are you two up to?"

"We have a case from Mycroft. We'll be gone for most of the day."

"Please be careful. Oh, and take these to your brother, please." I searched through the stacks of papers on the table and handed Sherlock a file.

"What's this?" He flipped through the file and shook his head. "He made you do this?"

"He's your brother. You know how he is." I shook my head.

"He's certainly kept you busy with cases." John said as he looked through my work. "You've barely been at Scotland Yard lately."

"Well when the government needs you, you must put your country first. I also overheard Mycroft and Lady Smallwood mention that I may get a promotion so I'm trying to be on the top of my game."

"A promotion? Sis, that's wonderful!"

Sherlock's phone rang as he let out an irritated sigh. "Speaking of the British government himself.. John, the car's here."

I went over and gave him a light kiss. "Please be careful. And try not to kill your brother."

"We will, Elizabeth, no need to worry.. And he's usually the one who starts it.." He grumbled as he quickly put his coat on.

"We'll see you later, sis." John said as the two of them left.

With the two of them out I went back to work. After typing for what felt like hours, I decided to take a break and go down to Speedy's for a sandwich.

I walked into the living room to find a man standing at the window, his back to me.

"Can I help you?"

"You can.." I knew that voice. "Have you missed me?"

"Get out of my house, Jim.."

He smirked and walked over to me. "Did you enjoy your lunch?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I took my phone out and went to text Sherlock.

"I came to visit you. Ana's birthday is this week, isn't it?"

I dropped my phone upon hearing her name come out of his mouth. "Don't you dare talk about her." I brush past him, going over to the desk to grab the gun that Sherlock and I kept out for when we got bored.

"Ooo I struck a nerve. I knew I would.." He turned back to me as I aimed the gun at him.

"I swear I will blow your brains out if you don't leave."

"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie.. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

I cocked the gun, aiming it at his head as I moved closer to him. "You killed my best friend, so I am not afraid to kill you. And after what you did to my brother.."