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

Serbia

"Oh my god, just go!" I urged, unable to hold in my laughter as I pushed Adam out of the apartment with his travel belongings.

"I think the ill in Serbia can wait a few more seconds without me," Adam said, not moving an inch.

"Yes, but the ill in Serbia need you very much," I pointed out, giving up on pushing.

"I'll be back in a month," Adam said, getting lost in my eyes.

"Save a few lives for me, will you?" I said, my small smile growing. I reached out to touch the side of his face before he caught my hand and kissed my fingertips. 

I pressed my lips against his, his luggage bag being the only thing between our bodies.

"Now let me go, I don't want to be late for my flight," he said.

"Or what?" I teased.

"I might have to marry you, Jane Watson."

My heart fluttered, and I felt it palpate out of my chest. "Then I should keep you locked up in here, shouldn't I?" Adam chuckled and kissed me one last time before grabbing his luggage bag and leaving the apartment. 

An inquisitive thought popped into my head. I walked into the bedroom finding the same spot where I found the ring before, though now it's gone. I bit my lip, thinking Adam must've brought it with him. Then I remembered: we both agreed that we would meet for dinner in a restaurant on the night Adam got back. Plus, the trip forbids Adam from calling or texting, or really any form of communication with people outside of Serbia. 

With my growing deduction skills, overtime of knowing Adam, there's always been something there, something I've been meaning to nitpick that's always seemed off about the man I love. No way of finding out about it now. 

Greg said he was going to stop by today to drop off some stuff of Sherlock's from Scotland Yard. Why he couldn't have given it to me during work, I don't know.

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"What's in the . . . " I motioned to the white box Greg was holding once I let him in. 

"That's some of the stuff from the office- some stuff of Sherlock's, actually," he explained. "I probably should have thrown it out, but I didn't know if . . . " He looked up at me with an awkward expression. 

"It's fine," I assured, realizing what he was hinting at. 

Taking my word for it, Greg opened the box. As he did so, he asked, "So Adam, yeah? On a business trip, if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, all the way to Serbia for a month. Saving lives as he always does," I answered with dry enthusiasm. 

Greg took out the items in the box after opening the lid, revealing little necessities holding memories, like the pink phone and Sherlock's nicotine patches. He lastly pulled out a DVD in its case and my brows furrowed at the sight of it. 

Turning to me, the Detective Inspector asked, "You remember the video message he made for your birthday?"

"How could I forget?" I said wistfully.

"I had to practically threaten him," Greg said, making me laugh hollowly. Holding up the DVD, he added, "This is the uncut version; it's quite funny." He handed it to me, and I looked down at it solemnly.

"Right," I quietly remarked, turning it in my hands. 

"Maybe I shouldn't have brought it-"

"No, it's fine, really," I insisted, putting on a fake smile. "I won't even watch it, anyway."