A New Life

Chapter Eight

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The next day I was woken with a start. I looked above me to find the face of Sherlock Holmes. I lifted my arm, covering my eyes.

"What do you want Holmes!" I hollered.

I'm definitely not a morning person, not to mention being met with his deep blue eyes this early in the morning sent butterflies skittering around in my stomach.

"We have someplace to be," he said, pulling the cover from me. "Get up."

I groaned sitting up, running my fingers through my hair. I knew I must look like a mess, I always look like I've just lived through a tornado in the mornings.

"I have nothing to do until one Sherlock," I told him in exasperation.

"I have my interview and then I have to call someone to handle the mold downstairs. Not to mention all the shopping for new furniture," I told him, already exhausted.

I had told them about moving downstairs last night. They both seemed to think it was a good idea. Which made me feel better about the whole situation. They even agreed to help clean and paint. Even Sherlock, well after John basically forced him.

"No, we have to go see your friend DI Dimmock," he mocked.

I picked up my pillow and threw it at his head, he quickly dodged it.

"John said you weren't a morning person," he joked.

I grumbled at him but brightened up instantly when John entered the room with two large cups of coffee.

"Hey Lizard, I got you a caramel frappe," he said, handing me the cup.

I smiled up at him, amazed he had remembered my favorite coffee.

"It's even iced, Johnny! I can't believe you remembered," I exclaimed.

John blushed at my gushing. "Of course I did; its still not real coffee by the way. Iced coffee, yuck," he disgustedly said.

I ignored his comment as I chugged my delicious coffee. I stood, basically skipping to the bathroom.

"Caffeine is life!" I sang.

I heard John laugh at me from the living room. I quickly jumped into the shower, I knew Sherlock was impatiently waiting for me to get ready.

Once I finished I left the bathroom in a towel, realizing I had forgotten to grab clothes. I walked past Sherlock and John's chairs. Sherlock's face was priceless. His jaw was basically planted on the floor.

I grabbed my bag and found something suitable to wear. I walked back towards John and Sherlock. John just lifted his eyes to mine and laughed. After all, nothing I own would be a surprise to him.

His thoughts on the matter are probably, been there done that. I mentally laughed at my own lame joke.

"See something you like John?" I joked in a sexy voice.

Sherlock's face fell in anger. Was I making him uncomfortable?

"Well my lady, if I'm being honest, not really. Been there," he joked back in a sing-song voice.