Emotional Context

A Scandal in Belgravia

ELIZABETH'S POV

Over a month had passed since I was able to work again. I couldn't tell you how wonderful it was to be back again. Lately John and Sherlock have been in a bit of a rut with cases. 'The Geek Interpreter', 'The Speckled Blonde.' Both of them rather boring cases which have put Sherlock in an irritated mood. John's been keeping up with things on his blog, causing the public to take an interest.

I was currently at Scotland Yard, working on an article. I was researching a corrupt politician. It wasn't my normal cup of tea, but it was work.

"Liz! Come out here!"

I walked out of my office to find Lestrade with two men. They looked to be employees for the government. Both in suits and the way they carried themselves gave it away.

"Elizabeth Watson, we need you to come with us."

"What is this about? I'm not just leaving work, I have an article to write."

"We can't tell you at the moment, but your work can wait." The taller man grabbed onto my arm as he began to escort me out of the office.

"There better be a damn good explanation for this!" The two of them put me into a car and we drove in silence. The drive wasn't long, only about five minutes. Once we arrived I looked around, shocked by where I was.

"What am I doing at Buckingham Palace?"

"Just follow us, Miss. Watson."

I rolled my eyes as I followed the two of them. They took me to a meeting room where Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped in sheet.

"Just wait here." With that the two of them walked away. I made my way over to the couch and sat beside Sherlock.

"I see you didn't end up getting dressed today."

"I told you I wasn't leaving, the hiker car was only a six. I offered for you to join me, but you chose to go to work." He said with an eye roll.

"Awe, did someone want some alone time today while John was gone?" I slipped my hand under his sheet. "If that would have been mentioned in the offer maybe I would have worked from home.."

Sherlock shook his head, giving me a sly smirk. "You're really going to try to get me all aroused here? In Buckingham Palace? Miss. Watson, I didn't think you could play so dirty."

I kissed him deeply, biting on his lip lightly as I pulled away. "It's not my fault that seeing you in that sheet has given me ideas."

"Elizabeth.."

A few seconds later John walked in, causing me to scooch away from Sherlock. He gave us a look of confusion as he made his way over to the couch. The three of us sat in silence for a few seconds until he looked over at Sherlock.

"Are you wearing any pants?"

"No."

"Okay."

Soon the three of us burst into laughter.

"Only Sherlock wouldn't wear pants to Buckingham Palace." I said, glancing over at him with a smirk.

"I'm seriously fighting the impulse to steal an ashtray."

"I mean I could.."

"No, Lizzie." He shook his head, turning to the two of us. "What are we doing here?"

"I don't know."

"Here to see the Queen?"

We looked over to see Mycroft walk in. Causing Sherlock to roll his eyes and give us a smirk. "Oh, apparently, yes."