Just so you know this fic is totally separate from my other Sherlock/Rebecca stories. I am just using the same OC, that is all. This fic is set just before "A Scandal in Belgravia" and just so you are aware there will be some smut and sexual content in later chapters.

It was a slow day in 221b.

You could usually tell how many cases Sherlock and John had on from their state of dress in the mornings. On this particular day, at almost 9am Sherlock and John both lay about in robes and pyjamas reading the morning papers and eating their breakfast.

"Sherlock and John: The blogger detectives," said John, reading a headline with a chuckle. "Have you seen this?"

Sherlock who glanced up at the image of himself splashed across the newspaper, scowled heavily.

"Detectives?" he said bitterly. "Last time I checked I was the consulting detective and you were just the person who writes it all down."

John ignored his comment and pulled the paper up to his face to read the rest of the article.

Their silence however was only momentary as the pair soon heard a familiar set of footsteps on the stairs.

It was a moment before a slender figure appeared in the doorway brandishing a tabloid newspaper.

"You're both getting quite a reputation for yourselves," said Rebecca, strutting across the room and taking a seat in John's armchair without being asked.

Rebecca Francis was Sherlock's lawyer, at least she had been for the past four years. She was confident and clever and didn't tend to give much away, something which Sherlock detested.

Today, dressed in a smart pencil skirt, blouse, high heels and perfectly coiffed hair, she stared hard at the detective sitting before her.

"Nice hat by the way," she said holding up the newspaper, flashing Sherlock a picture of himself wearing a deerstalker.

Sherlock scowled at her. "What are you doing here anyway?"

The lawyer bent down carefully extracting something from her smart, leather-bound briefcase.

"I have the court case papers for you to sign," she uttered passing them to him.

He glanced up at her as she did so. There was something different about her…

His eyes darted quickly across her face (make-up-minimal), her hair (half-up, half-down-woke up late), her clothes (freshly laundered).

She crossed her legs and Sherlock caught sight of the tips of her stockings peeking momentarily through the split in her skirt before she righted herself.

She was still with him then. Tom- the banker. Or at least words to the same effect.

Sherlock grimaced. He knew for certain that he had cheated on Rebecca at least twice but she seemed devoted to him and Sherlock wasn't able to tell her. She was his lawyer after all, and if upsetting her meant that she would produce poor quality work then that definitely wasn't something Sherlock wanted…that was the only reason…of course it was.

His eyes flickered down over the page in his hands.

"Everything seems to be in order," he muttered, reaching for the pen that Rebecca held out to him.

Yes there was certainly something different about her today, he thought to himself but his train of thought was cut short as Mrs Hudson entered the room letting out a sudden shriek.

"Oh my goodness! Congratulations!" cheered the old woman, tottering forwards and grasping up Rebecca's wrist as John turned in his chair to look.

In an instant Sherlock saw it. The large sparkling diamond attached to her finger. How had he not noticed before?

"Wow, congrats," said John with a smile. "How did he propose?"

Rebecca blushed, her eyes flickering up towards Sherlock momentarily.

"He took me out to dinner, i-it was really nice," she said, wavering slightly, before smiling up at them all.

"I'm sure it was," said Sherlock snidely, as he scrawled his signature across the page in his hand.

Rebecca turned to him suddenly, her eyes flashing darkly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sherlock shrugged, interlocking his fingers across his chest and staring up at her, a slight smirk upon her lips.

"Did he pay for dinner, then get down on one knee? Terribly original I'm sure," spat Sherlock cruelly as Rebecca tensed in her chair.

"Sherlock…" said John warningly, as Rebecca got to suddenly to her feet, grasping up her briefcase and stuffing Sherlock's recently signed papers into it.

"Don't worry John," said Rebecca, striding across the room before turning back to the dark-haired detective. "Sherlock doesn't understand relationships, romantic or otherwise…..and I doubt he ever will."

With that, the young lawyer strutted out of the door with a flourish, leaving Mrs Hudson tutting and John shaking his head at the scowling detective.

"Jealousy is not an admirable trait Sherlock," said the blonde doctor turning back to his breakfast.

"Jealous? What…me?" began Sherlock but he stopped abruptly as he heard the front door slam from downstairs and angry high heels click-clacking across the pavement outside.

"I'm going for a shower," he huffed, getting quickly to his feet and skulking in the direction of his bedroom.

John shot a knowing look at Mrs Hudson as they heard the detective's bedroom door slam shut behind him.

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