✔️THE HEART| Sherlock Holmes

Four

Time seemed to race by and none of them even noticed. Rotating jobs, Marnie found herself grinning when she found John asleep against a stack of boxes. It was one hell of a bonding exercise if she had ever seen one and Sherlock was amused every time she asked him to get a box down for her, too small to reach some of them herself.

When John's alarm on his watch rang, they all snapped out of what they were doing and Marnie peeked out from the book fortress she had involuntarily created to look at her roommates. The doctor groaned as he found that he had work to get to and shortly abandoned Marnie and Sherlock to carry out the task alone.

"John's going to fall asleep on his first day at work" Marnie mused calmly as she wrote down another matching pair of books. Sherlock looked across at her over a stack of books somewhat questioningly and she smiled. "He doesn't run well on little sleep, he never has. John's a bit like Tinkerbell- crazy temper for somebody so small." she winked and he chuckled along though whether he understood her reference or not- Marnie would never know.

"How are you feeling?" Sherlock queried, turning a book on its side to read the name across the bindings. "How is the head?" he finally looked up at her and she tapped her pen on the desk in contemplation.

"I'm fine" she decided with a smile, waving off his concern but the passing moments were blooming more and more bruises, showing off each and every punch the Spider managed to land on her pretty face. Marnie didn't really seem to care- she'd certainly had worse. This small talk, something the Sherlock very rarely ever partook in, carried on for hours. Sherlock spent an hour slagging off his older brother and Marnie equally spent hours telling Sherlock all the embarrassing stories she could think of about John- they were having a very good time.

"A book that everybody would own" Sherlock mused, hands flapping over the bookcase and Marnie who twirled her pen, looked over at him.

"Um... Oxford Dictionary" she offered. "Thesaurus. The Bible? I mean... Maybe?" she frowned as he pulled each of her offers off of the shelves in front of him to flick through them.

"Add" Sherlock sighed and she wrote it down anyway as he turned to the next one. "Nostrils... I" he grumbled, running his hands through his hair in evident stress and she smiled as she pushed herself to stand, stretching like a cat before she approached him, placing her hand on his arm which encouraged him to turn to her.

"Coffee?" she offered and he blinked for a moment before nodding.

"Black, two sugars" he smiled "... Please" he added which caused her to laugh softly as she scooped the mugs off of the mantlepiece on her trip across to the kitchen. "We're going out tonight, I need some air" Sherlock declared and Marnie frowned as she turned around to find John. She waved the teaspoon at him and he smiled as he addressed Sherlock.

"Actually, I've got a date." the doctor returned, grinning like a cheshire cat and Marnie cheered for him over the sound of the boiling kettle.

"What?" Sherlock wasn't as happy about the occurrence.

"Where two people who like each other go out and have fun?" John offered, making the girl at the kettle scoff in amusement.

"That's what I was suggesting" Sherlock frowned.

"No, it wasn't" the doctor returned. "Or at least, I hope you weren't."

"Where are you taking her?" Sherlock continued, glancing over at Marnie in contemplation and she raised an eyebrow- what was he thinking?

"Er, Cinema" John declared.

"Ugh, dull, boring, predictable" the man waved and Marnie vaguely wondered what Sherlock would come up with as a date idea- had he ever been on a date before in his life? She somehow doubted it. "Why don't you try this?" he handed John something and Marnie calmly handed the detective the mug in her hands, he accepted it with a grin; he was definitely up to something.