The Timelord and The Machine

Chapter 2- Scratching the Surface

After that interaction with my new partner I sat down and read through the cases. None of them were cases that seemed very difficult, certainly not needing two detectives on them, but I read through them and got notes on them. After I was done for the day I went home and went for a run, which I always do to focus. Sherlock's words rang in my head, "I know you more than you think" I heard Sherlock's voice in my head. I continue to run quickly, trying to focus. It made me terrified that he could really know who I am. No one knows truly who I am, not anymore at least.

I see the sun begins to set so I run back home. When I get there Sherlock is standing outside the door of my apartment. "What are you doing here?" I ask him as I unlock my door.

"Came to talk to you. Thought we should at least become acquainted before we work on this case together. I can see you wanted to talk anyways." I look at him curiously and walk inside letting him come in too. I lead him upstairs to the living room taking off my jacket. "Tea? Coffee?" I ask him snapping a bit.

"No thank you." He looks around my apartment and I glance at him.

"Let's um, sit down." I tell him and sit in my chair. He sits on the other chair and looks at me.

"You look uncomfortable." He states. I glance at him.

"Yes, I am. Because you said you knew who I am and I had only just met you." I tell him looking at him.

"Because I do, it's written all over your face and body language." He says like it's so obvious.

"What do you even mean by that?" I snap at him.

"I can tell by your hands that you have PTSD from some military training or from something traumatic in your past. You have pain in your eyes saying you've lost someone, multiple people it seems, one of those people is named Sara telling by the bracelet on your wrist that doesn't have your name. You have a necklace that has strange writing on it, either code or something of the sort. You usually stand in a defensive position which suggests trust issues. You have multiple locks on the door and immediately if you feel threatened you move your right hand to where your gun usually would sit suggesting you feel safe only with a weapon beside you." He said flatly like it was so simple.

I look at him, more like glaring, "You think you are so smart, but you barely know a thing about who I am." I say through gritted teeth. And I knew it, he was playing and trying to prove his intelligence, trying to impress me. Sorry to say it wasn't working.