A Simple Study of Psychology

Chapter Four

        Walking into her apartment, Dana kicked her shoes off into some corner before falling onto her couch. Yes, she had fun going to the scene and all, but the truth of it all was that she was tired. Doing an all nighter on the story the day before, and running around to find the suitcase left her pretty drained, and it all seemed to be catching up with her now.

        She was just starting to doze, when her phone went off. Rather than picking it up though, her face scrunched up into a scowl and she turned to face into the couch. It wasn't till her phone went off another two times did she suck it up and looked at the messages. Skimming through them, she say they all were from Sherlock.

        If convenient, come to 22 Northumberland Street. -SH

        If inconvenient, come anyways. -SH

        It has to do with a lead. -SH

        Sighing, she sat up and quickly sent a text back.

         Why do I need to meet you? -DC

        Not even a moment after she sent it, she got a response.

        I said, I have a lead. I need another pair of eyes to look out for the murder. -SH

        Can't John do that? I'm assuming he's with you. -DC

        He sees, but doesn't observe. -SH

        Rolling her eyes, she stood up and grabbed her purse.

        Fine, I'm on my way. -DC

        She hasn't even known the man for more than a few hours, yet she was responding to his beck and call. Suddenly, I realize why Lestrade didn't want me meeting him.

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        “You said have a lead.” Dana said, walking into a little restaurant fifteen minutes later. Sherlock and John were seated at the table right in front of the window. A candle was placed in the middle of the table, causing the ginger to raise her eye brow. The doctor simply rolled his eyes at her.

        “Yes.” Sherlock said, completely ignoring the look she had given them. “Are you hungry?” He asked as the woman pulled another chair to the table.

        “A little, why?” She questioned, giving him a confused looked.

        “I ordered you ravioli. We might be here a while.”

        He what? She blinked slowly, glancing at John, who simply shrugged.

        “Okay.” She finally said, slowly.

        Not long after, both John and her food arrived. They were eating in silence for a few moments before the shorter man spoke up.

        “People don't have arch-enemies.” That caused Sherlock -who had been staring out the window- and Dana -who had been focused on her food- to look at him in confusion.

        “I'm sorry?” The detective asked.

        “What?” The journalist said at the same time.

        “In real life.” John clarified. “There are no arch-enemies in real life. Doesn't happen.”

        What in the world happened between when I saw these two men last? Dana thought to herself, sitting and watching them.