DISCLAIMER: I do not own and have not created the following characters mentioned within this writing (apart from David)

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"So all in all he's like, the biggest criminal there is.."

"Precisely, were you not listening earlier?"

"I was but how come I've never heard or seen him on the news. I mean usually there is stuff showing off the crimal's skills, at least that's what I thought"

Sherlock groaned pinching the bridge of his nose before mumbling out to the ground "That is because he's clever. (y/n). Listen to my words, the man is a lunatic, a psychopath, a killer. A cunning killer who doesn't like to get his hands dirty which explains the part to him not being on the news"

"I thought you were the psychopath?"

"I'm a high functioning sociopath, there's a difference (y/n)."

"Not in my books there isn't"

Sherlock released a frustrated growl before pacing back and forth, an action which always made you feel anxious "(Y/N)! we don't have time to bicker like children, I need you to promise me that you won't go out with Jim. Give me your word that you won't see him, so I know that you're safe"

'Damn that was deep' Why did he care about my well being anyways? Since when did he even have 'feelings' Perhaps he's tired or something. You peered with a squinted gaze at the detective, observing his usual sharp and defined features. Eyes, still dazzling. Brows, frowning. Complexion, pale as a whiteboard. Cheeks, still beautifully sculpted. Lips... oh my. You stopped yourself from venturing any further around him as this man hosted too many features which could easily be passed as eye candy. You were staring at him most definitely, but you really didn't care, continuing to lean towards his heavy gaze you yearned to become lost in his eyes, those fascinatingly perfect set of eyes which always succeeded in making you writhe under their stare.

The showing of them seemed to end too soon however. Sherlock gradually closed his lids before releasing a discontent sigh "(y/n), promise me that you will not meet with Jim."

Something inside you collapsed, be it a wall or door, all you knew was that it had been obliterated. The sheer emotion which linked with this mans words was enough to make even the stoniest gargoyle turn on the waterworks. How does he do that? Where did he even learn to do that, did he take acting as a child or was he just very 'expressive'? Argh so many questions not enough answers. 'Oh yes he asked me a question..' You blinked away the slight glazing from your look before answering in a questioning tone.

"I promise?"

'Wait I wasn't going to take orders from my neighbour, sure he's ludicrously handsome in every way (as well as smart) but that wasn't going to stop me from doing what I wanted. He doesn't know me well enough for that. Well, on a social level rather than back-story considering the guy knew pretty much almost every fact about my life on the day we met.'

Before you could continue your inner debate you felt a warm hand upon your shoulder, jerking you slightly.

"Thank you (y/n)." The sudden gesture ultimately confused you beyond belief. This was the first time he had actually touched you from the act of niceness. Heh, niceness since when did I use the word 'niceness'? You stared dumbfounded at the pale hand covering up most of your shoulder, like it was something from a different planet all together.

Sherlock cleared his throat before hastily snatching his hand away almost as if he feared you might bite it off. He furrowed his brows before muttering quietly "Uhm, I think I'm going to take a quick stroll. Alone"

He seemed to magnify the word 'alone' with a certain coldness pushing away any temptation of asking to join him. Within a record time Sherlock had pulled on his coat and sprinted out the door, down the stairs and into the cold afternoon air.

"Well that was weird." You rubbed a heavy palm against your temple before rerunning the previous event.

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Sherlock's POV

I had to get out of there, nothing like that has ever happened to me. She's not right, not normal. The woman is too much like me. Driven, unattached, intelligent.. but she has emotions. That is the one thing which defines us from being different. She allows weaknesses within her emotions block out the real dangers which stand right in front of her.

My brisk footsteps were the only sound echoing down the empty London streets, me against the world. Speaking of being alone, I was missing John. He had been gone longer than usual, I knew where he went after our little drama in the pub, he truly did find comfort in his partner Mary; I wasn't ashamed to admit that she was indeed a fantastic woman for my blogger. She guided him well and he returned the favour, I do hope that he stays with this one and doesn't discard her as he has with many of his other relationships. Darkened clouds began to block out the warming rays of sun causing me to flick my collar up from the oncoming bitter winds, I noted that in my rush I had forgotten my scarf. I never forget to put it on, it's become a habit even in the summer I wear it.

I've been letting myself get distracted by (y/n) for too long, she's been messing up my thoughts and concentration when I should be focusing on my current case, even Lestrade has been calling me over and over. Probably anxious if I can handle it or not, usually I would have tossed a case like this into the air praising myself from the record breaking time in which I would have worked it out. But since she arrived my mind has been quite overwhelmed.

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Glancing outside you noted how bad the weather was getting. Today's forecast 'draining grey skies with more grey clouds' you chuckled at the random comments which always seemed to pop into your head. You still didn't understand what happened earlier though, you've never really had such an effect like that on someone. Resting against the coolness of the slightly breached window which Sherlock always stared from, you sighed trying with great effort to solve this mini case. This constant deep thought didn't last long however, for you heard a muffled buzz and jumped at the sudden vibration from the piece of plastic which hid within your pocket. Swiftly plucking the phone into your grasp you opened it to see the words: 1 new message

You quickly clicked onto the green box with a slight nerve, no one ever really texted you unless it was an absolute emergency, plus you never really replied to anyone who did text you out of thought.

'Hey there, just texting about our little get together. I've decided the place and time, just to make things easier for you; hope you haven't forgot about me ;) come dressed to impress (shouldn't be hard for you) can't wait to see you, until then'

- J -

Speak of the devil himself. Closing the phone and frowning you pondered on weather or not to go, Sherlock did clearly say not to see this Jim character. But you were very curious, very, very curious. How could a man be so dangerous? What could he have done throughout his life to make the best detective/sociopath/annoying man/flatmate you know afraid of his very self? Shouldn't I be scared for my life or something right now? A man who is clearly 'unsafe' has my number, how did he even get the number? That's the one thing which made you doubt Sherlock's accusations about Jim, he is friends with your oldest friend David, and David has great taste in friends; they are always awesome people.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

Another message?

'Here's the address for the place we're eating at: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Be there at 7:30pm'

- J -

"Seven thirty..hmm" Focusing on the small clock digits reading on your phone screen, you gnawed at your bottom lip. 4:00. You had about 3 or less hours to get ready if you wanted to get there reasonably on time.

Should I go or shouldn't I?

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Hello chaps, I am sorry this chapter took so long to come out plus it isn't even that long *facedesk* my defense is that I have had a lot of writers block and have been slowly tortured by being ill -.- but thankfully it seems I have managed to infect everyone with my cold mwahaha. So just because you've all been extra awesome I will make absolute sure that the next chappie is way longer. As always I hope you are all enjoying reading this and comments + favs are deeply appreciated 

Laterz x