I stood quietly as I watched him play his violin with ease and grace. His long slender fingers held the bow so perfectly. I couldn't help myself. He stopped for a moment and took up a pencil to write down the notes he had just played. As he went to pick up his bow again I grabbed hold of his wrist and he looked down with a small curiosity held in his eyes. "Yes Miss Nedved?" I couldn't help but let my smile slip into a bigger one as he was trying to be formal to distance himself to me.

"Do you mind Sherlock?" I slipped my hands around the neck of his violin and slowly pulled it out of his grip and set it down on the table next to us. I still hadn't let go of his wrist as he watched me return my attention to him. I took a few steps back and he mimicked mine perfectly. Not changing the distance between us. "Sherlock what goes on in your mind?" I released his wrist but ran my fingers down his arm.

"Quite a lot of things, like how your hands show signs that you are an avid video game player, with very good hand eye coordination," though he spoke in his normal analytical way of talking, his tone was different.

"Oh yea?" I reached forward and got a hold of his jacket and slid it off him quite easily. He didn't resist anything I did. He just watched me cautiously as I moved. Taking a step forward he took a step back. He must have felt that I had backed him into his normal chair. He just looked at me then sat down. The whole time not removing his eyes from me. "Tell me something else about me." I took a sat on his left knee and leaned toward him, watching him react. His eyes flickered down me and then he grabbed my wrist suddenly which surprised me.

"Your pulse is elevated and your pupils are dilated indicated that you are aroused and attracted to me," His grip wasn't tight but nice. I leaned forward enough to almost rest my forehead against his. I could feel him breathing as we waited for one of us to talk or to move. A few moments pass and I couldn't help but to snicker. He was having as much fun as I was, whether he was going to admit it or not. I tugged away my wrist from his grasp and wrapped both my arms around his shoulders and moved ever so slightly closer to his lips.

"I think you might be right Sherlock. I might not be the best as deductions but I think your heart rate is up as well. I also think that you don't want me to stop what I'm doing. Am I correct?" I could almost taste his lips as I waited for his response.

"I don't have feeling either way Eli."

"Liar."

I pressed my lips to his and he didn't fight it. I felt his lips press back into mine as used my arms pull us closer. This kiss was soft and kind. A gentle loving one that could last forever. At some point one of his hands had found its way to my lower back, the other into my short hair. I let a small moan escape my chest, and that seemed to trigger something inside of him. His lips became more aggressive and demanding and I was more then happy to comply. His fingers in my hair knotted and pulled my face closer to his.

I broke away to breath and he seemed annoyed at me for that. His voice was slightly labored compared to mine. Mine was more sporadic and for a loss of breath. He pulled my head forward to meet his lips once more. I smiled against his kiss and kissed him back greedily. Slipping my hands from his neck, I found the buttons on his shirt and started to undo them one by one. Pushing his shirt back I let my hand roam around his body. I could feel him starting to get hard under me and I smiled in response. I wasn't completely crazy and he was enjoying this. He couldn't deny that now. He pulled away from me and looked at me in a way that gave me butterflies. I had never seen him like this before but I enjoyed it.

"I will find out who you Eli," His voice was little rougher then normal but it just turned me on even more than I already was.

"Maybe if you explore my body, it'll help your cause," A smirk passed over my lips as he cocked an eyebrow and dropped his gaze from my face. His hand moved from my back to my shirt and he-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

I jumped forward in surprise as my alarm went off. I stared at the wall trying to calm myself down. I buried my face in my hand as I took slow breaths. I just had a sex dream with Sherlock Holmes. I'm sure if I was looking into a mirror my face would the color of tomato. I let a small scream as I buried my face into my pillow and tried to will thoughts of that man away.

I heard a knock on my door and someone walked in. "Are you alright dearie?" Mrs. H opened my drapes to let the light in and I pulled my pillow above my head.

"Mrs. H I'm not like the boys you don't have to check up on me. I am an adult unlike some people in this household." I could already feel the room getting colder with the bare window exposed.

"Oh dearie I was just checking up on you. It's quite nice to have another woman around. Though I do think you should get a boyfriend. You are too pretty and young to be stuck in here alone. Now there is a man I met at the market tha-"

"Ok ok ok, thank you Mrs. H," I didn't need her telling me to get a boyfriend for the tenth time this week. She shrugged and left my room quietly. Checking to make sure she was really gone I rolled off the side of the bed and shut the drapes. Taking a nice long stretch, I turned to grab a few things before I left my room. After being rescued over a week ago by Sherlock I was requested, or rather forced, to move into 221B. The Holmes boy argued that I could make a run for it again and this time I might be smart about it and get away. Mycroft wanted to lock me up or put an ankle monitor on me and put me under house arrest. I refused that option, the other one he gave me was that I had to stay here with them. I also had to work in a place where he could keep an eye on me. I almost agreed to ankle monitor but decided I'd rather have some freedom and stuck here then to have none.

Coming out of my room I found Sherlock having a conversation with his skull. Watson must have stayed at a woman's place if he wasn't here.

"Eli," Sherlock called for me, he must have heard me emerge from my room.

"Nope," Whatever he wanted, I didn't want to be involved with it. I headed toward the shared bathroom which meant passing by him.

"I want you to."

"Nope," I opened the bathroom door and shut it quickly behind me. I locked it and started to disrobe. Whatever Sherlock wanted I didn't care. I was being forced to live here, not forced to help him on this little escapades. A flashback of my dream replayed in my mind as I turned the water on to heat up. "Your pulse is elevated and your pupils are dilated indicated that you are aroused and attracted to me," I shook my head and jumped into the shower once it had heated up. Yes he did have a certain look about him that was quite attractive but I was not not interested in him. I refused to be. I was not gonna be one of his fan girls. Though in my normal life I would have revealed in the thought of feeling his lips and his soft - WHOA STOP RIGHT NOW. I quickly washed my hair and body and got out. I reached for my towel but it seemed to be gone.

"SHERLOCK!" I yelled knowing he had taken it for some reason or another and now I didn't have my own towel to dry off with. I growled as I stepped out to see if anyone had their towel unused. I quickly grabbed Watson and dried in haste. I felt odd using his, and a little grossed out. But I'd rather use his then Sherlocks. I dressed in a nice blouse, slacks with a black belt. I didn't dry my hair not knowing where he used his towel.

Stepping out I found a certain puppy waiting patiently for me to come out. My only condition for being forced to live here was that they had to get my a puppy. A pure breed german shepard to be exact. I smiled and picked him and snuggled him. "Good morning Peter," I set him down and walked into the hell that was our living space. "Sherlock what did you do with my towel?" Sherlock was on Watson's computer.

"An experiment. Who's towel did you use?" He looked at me seeing that I hadn't dried my hair. I glared and weighed my answers.

"Yours, Now please don't experiment with my hygiene. I don't enjoy using either of ya'll towels." I noticed a jar of eyeballs next to him. I walked over to it and reached to pick it up curious to look at them. Before I could grab them Sherlock grabbed my wrist.

"Don't. I'm using those for an experiment," He held my wrist for a moment longer then I thought was necessary then let go. A small flash back from my dream couldn't help but flood my mind again, His eyes flickered down me and then he grabbed my wrist suddenly which surprised me.

"Your pulse is elevated and your pupils are dilated indicated that you are aroused and attracted to me," His grip wasn't tight but nice. I glared at him and walked away. Walking into the kitchen I opened the fridge and pulled out a few eggs. Along with a few other ingredients such as tomatoes and bell peppers. As I start getting the stove ready, I glanced at Sherlock typing away. Peter was sitting at his feet looking up at him expecting something. He better not be feeding my puppy junk food. Turning my attention to the stove, I slowly cracked the eggs and messily chopped the tomatoes and peppers. Pushing the eggs around I added the other ingredients and added some spices to give it a better taste. I had to be really careful when grabbing spice in this house. Sherlock kept some of his weird things in the same cabin and personally I didn't want to eat someone's dried out lungs in my meal.

Quickly finishing I fished out two plates and empty the pan out in a 60/40 manner. Grabbing both the plates I set one down next to the eyeballs next to Sherlock and proceeded to head back to my bed room. "You can eat in here you know. You are not tied to doing everything in that bedroom." I heard him speak, though it sounded muffled. He must be talking without looking up from the computer. I pondered the thought but decided against it and continued into my room. I waited to see if Peter was gonna come with me but he was still with Sherlock. He must give him scrapes. Shaking my head I went into my room and shut the door behind me. Plopping down my my bed I pulled out my laptop and quickly entered the password. I checked a few emails and did other miscellaneous things while I ate my food. I glanced at the clock and sighed and shut it. I only ate half of my eggs but I needed to head to work.

Grabbing my half empty plate I walked out of my room and glanced at Sherlock. He hadn't moved from where I had last seen him. Setting my plate down in the sink I grabbed my purse and headed out. Hailing a taxi, I took my short trip to my new job. I stood in front of the police station and sighed. I walked through the doors and headed for the front desk. An older lady looked me up and down, "Turning yourself in?" I glared at her but refrained but being rude to her.

"No, I'm the new receptionist," I showed her my id badge and she just nodded and stood up.

"Well, here you go then. Just sit there and look pretty. Everything you need to know is on the wall right there. It should be able to tell you where anyone would need to go." She put her coat on and just left me there. Expectation I knew how to do this job. I glanced around but no one really paid attention to me. Mycroft had gotten me this job so this was my first time being here. He told me just don't break the law and I should be able to keep this job with ease. I sat down in the chair and looked around the desk. Pretty boring stuff, just normal things you would think to find in a police station. I opened all the drawers until I got to the bottom one. It was locked. I now had a mission to open this drawer.

"Hmm," Someone cleared their throat and my head shot up only meet with the older gentlemen that I had seen with Sherlock months ago.

"Oh Hi," I gave a smile that I was used to giving when I was a waitress.

"Um, are you the new receptionist?" He looked around curious why no one else had notice my new presents.

"Yea, I'm Eli pleasure to meet you," I held out my hand for him to shake and he took it.

"Greg Lestrade. Well at least we have a happy face to greet people with now," My smile grew as he headed toward the back to the policey part of the station. I watched him walk back. He was kinda cute in that older guy kinda way. My attention was brought back to the desk as someone walked in and toward the front desk. Guess this is where the job started, I turned my attention to the guest.

…

If anyone ever told you being a police secretary was hard they were wrong. All you have to do is be polite and help whoever come in the best you can, and as long as you're being nice they will be nice in turn. After my first full day, I could honestly say I was grateful for this job. It was fun and interesting and I was really enjoying helping others.

I sat quietly doodling Greg as I waited for someone to relieve me. "Is that suppose to be me?" I look up to find the Detective behind me looking over my shoulder.

"Yup, I just started but I promise it'll look better once I'm done," I gave him a sparkling smile.

"Nah it looks good already. How do you find the time to dabble in all these things? First law degree, waitressing, police secretary, and an amazing artist. I can barely do this job," He laughed as he looked more closely at my sketch. I looked down at it. It was one of the only sketches I had done since I had come to this world.

"Well I'm not really a lawyer anymore, I don't work as a waitress either and I can doodle while I work here. Sides I have a nice model for my new found inspiration." I smile at him and he looked caught off guard.

"Uh," He looked off to the side trying to figure out how to respond. I giggled when I noticed the woman from before.

"Well have a good night Detective, I'll see you tomorrow." I grabbed my things and waved good bye to him. He stood where he was looking dumbfounded at what just took place. I just giggled and walked out of the building and hailed a taxi back to baker street. I still had a smile on my face as I entered the flat. Going up the stairs I found a happy puppy glad to see me. I picked him up and held him closely as I continued my walk into the living room.

"You seem happy." I looked up from my bundle of fur to a Sherlock who hadn't moved from where he was when I first left this morning.

"How can I not be happy when I holding a cute puppy in my arms," I turned my attention back to Peter as I snuggled him.

"You were happy prior to coming in here. Meet someone at work that you fancy?" I glared at him from the corner of my eye.

"I don't fancy anyone, but I don't mind the people that I work with." I sat down Peter and walked over to Sherlock and picked up the empty plate that was next to him and walked into the kitchen and started washing the dishes from that morning. I started doing the dishes as Peter nibbled at the bottom of my pants. I pushed him away with my foot softly as I hummed.

"Please don't tell me you fancy Anderson do you? If that was the case I don't think I can allow you to live here," Sherlock spoke out of nowhere breaking my concentration on the dishes. I giggled not knowing who he was referring to but remembering the name to use against him at some point.

"Can't you just look at me and tell who I enjoyed talking with?" I heard him hmpf at me annoyed since he had no clue about who it was. He got off the computer and walked to his room. I snickered to myself and put the plate on a drying rack. I wonder where Watson is. I looked around for any indication at where he was. Though since I wasn't Sherlock, I had no idea if he had been here or not. I noticed as I was cleaning that something was in the microwave. I opened it up and just stared as the eyeballs were now in there, just chillin'.

Sherlock walked back into sight now dressed in his normal garb and shut the microwave door. "That is an experiment and I'd prefer that you didn't disturb it," He looked at me as if I would purposely mess with his things. Buuuuuut now that he mentioned I might do it just mess with him.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave things where they can get messed up?" I mimicked his talking pattern and leaned up against the counter and looked at him. I had a smirk on my face as I watched him pondering my words. He took a step toward me and my smirk fell from my face. "Well I should go, bye." I ducked around him and headed out the door. As I left I bumped into Watson who had a lipstick mark on his collar. I couldn't help but to stifle a giggle as I tried not to look at it. "Good day Watson," I walked passed him out the door.

"Call me John!" He called after me as I waited for taxi to come by. I didn't have to wait long as I hailed it and told me to take me to the closest supermarket. Soon we where off, not before I noticed that a certain detective looking out the window. I pretended not to notice as we took off. It didn't take as long as I thought it would. I could walk here without taking a taxi. Paying the fare I stepped out and started wondering. I started buying foods that I would need to survive in 221B. Apples, strawberries, and oranges were a must. Quickly snatching the freshest ones I saw I thought of the idea of making chocolate covered strawberries and grabbed something to do that. Soon the things started to pile in as I found more and more things that I thought I needed. Though once my basket started getting really heavy, I decided that it was time to call it and pay. Waiting in line I heard the police siren in the distance growing closer. I glanced in the direction unsure of where they were going. Getting to the front of line I quickly paid for my items and hailed a Taxi. Though I could walk, I didn't want to carry that much for any length of time.

A fast ride and I stood in front of the flat and slowly made my way up. Getting to the fridge I opened it up and put everything inside, moving some other things aside. Though I left the strawberries out and chocolate that I would melt. Smiling I put the strawberries into the sink and started running cold water over there. As they were being rinsed I glanced at the chocolate to see how I needed to heat them up. Glancing over directions, I opened up the microwave to find the eyeballs still in there. I took them out and put the container in there and turned it on. I then hid the eyeballs in the oven and snickered at my villainess self shown through. Waiting for the chocolate to melt I looked around the living room. I saw Peter was fast asleep in Sherlock's chair. I was about to go love on him as the microwave went off.

I took out the strawberries to dry on a paper towel and snagged the container out of the microwave and mixed it up. Quickly I started dipping the strawberries into the chocolate then setting them down on a plate to harden. I did this until all of them were covered in chocolate. I threw away what was left of the container and left the kitchen to let them set. If I didn't I would be too tempted to start eating them. The clock chimed Nine and there was still no sign of the boys. I picked Peter up gently and laid down and put him on top of me. He moved a little but was still out. Soon I found myself asleep as soundly as the puppy, waiting for someone to come home to share the strawberries with.

…

I woke from a loud noise near my head. I my eyelids fluttered open to find a Sherlock leaning over me. I didn't quite register what was happening as I just turned my head to the side. "Hi Sherlock," I slurred his name a bit as I started to drift back into the sleep realm.

"Wake up Eli I need your laptop, John changed his password to a bunch of randomly generated numbers and I don't feel like trying to figure it out at the moment," I heard him talk but I didn't quite understand what he needed me for.

"Mind read the password, that's what you do," I stretched out my arms and pulled them tight to my chest not having anything to hold on to.

"I already tried but if you don't recall you aren't who you say you are which makes it quite bothersome trying to guess," He sounded so annoyed that I couldn't help but audibly laugh at him.

"Oh you poor poor thing Sherlock. You can't figure out my password cause I'm different. How amusing. Perhaps you should learn about me about asking me youself," I Snickered as I turned over to face the other way. Still half sleeping but highly amused by the dumbfounded detective.

"You are sure chatty when you are tired." He comment and I just hummed a yes as I felt myself fall deeper into the blissful land of sleep.

"What is your name?" I could feel him closer to me. Maybe he was kneeling next to me or perhaps he had sat down to see my face better as I spoke.

"Eliska Nedved," My words were getting softer and more slurred every second that I got closer to being completely asleep. There was a very long pause. How long, I had no clue but a pause long enough for me to start dreaming. Though thanks to Sherlock being so close, my dream involved him. He was humming trying to figure out something.

"How are you feeling?"

"Turned on" A small giggle vibrated through my chest and I was off into dreamland.

"What? why?... Eli? You fell asleep…. How odd…"

[[Thought I'd tease you a bit hehe, Hope ya'll enjoyed! Off to the next chapter!]]