[COMPLETE] ??? ???? ?? ??? ??????「Sherlock」

005; Dinner With A Sociopath

"Do I need to have a word with him when I'm back on Saturday?"

Julia laughed again, although this time it was genuine. She proceeded with shaking her head. "No auntie, it's alright. He let me go when I could no longer handle it and brought me home." She paused. "I'm actually surprised though. He actually, sort of, comforted me, in a way?"

"Well, Sherlock isn't all what he seems to be. He's a sweetheart once you get to know him, really. Just a tough nut to crack, is all!" Her aunt giggled on the other end. "I'm just glad he was there for you when you needed him. How has he been treating you?"

"John has been more hospitable, I must admit," mused Julia, fiddling with the glimmering starfish charm that dangled just upon the lip of her shirt. "But I think he may be warming up to me, as of late." Swallowing, she suddenly felt nervous as her aunt hummed on the other end. Julia hastily changed the subject, settling down upon the bed. "So, you said you're coming home Saturday!"

"Yes, I got clarification from the doctors. I'm so glad too! I've missed my boys and my favourite niece!"

"Auntie, I'm your only niece!"

"All the more reason," Mrs. Hudson added effusively, chuckling. Julia and her joined in harmony, warmth spilling from the older lady on the other end of the phone. She was so happy that her beloved aunt was feeling better. It had been a long couple of weeks. "Well, I'd best let you go. Sherlock is impatient at times."

"I've come to that conclusion over the last few days," she remarked, nodding. "Alright, well, rest well tonight auntie. I love you..."

Her aunt gushed on the other end, "I love you too dear, so so much. Thank you for everything."

"Anything for you, auntie. You've been nothing but kind to me."

"Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight, auntie."

Click.

Bringing the phone away from her face, she exited from the dial pad and returned to her messages, reading the text that he had sent her.

How do you feel about sushi? - S.H

Amazed by his thoughtfulness, she blinked down at her screen, then tilted her head, smirking.

I'm sure I don't really have an option do I?

Julia paused and then backed herself up, erasing the message as she was not wanting to start a possible argument. Instead, she quickly typed out a different, more harmless reply.

Sounds delicious :)

Promptly hitting send, she scooted along the hardwood and headed for the first landing, eyeing the coffee stains upon her coat as she sauntered out, stealing her aunt's deep plum coat and slithering into it on her way out. Perhaps they would be walking somewhere to pick up the food? The stairs creaked as she made for the exit, locking the door behind her. She couldn't help but feel that giddy skip in her step as she made it to the door of 221B. Down the stairs she went, straight to the apartment door, and the egress was already open and waiting for her. The young woman stepped inside and hung up her coat, bearing her arms. "You must be cold with your sleeves slumping off your shoulders," Sherlock observed with his back turned to her. He turned his head around and looked upon her, eyes sliding up and down her frame. "A bit much for crime-solving, is it not?"

Julia snorted and sauntered over to him. "You actually think I would wear something nice to impress you?"

"I suspect not, but Molly would. I guess I'm just accustomed to her feminine flare... I have to wonder, are all you women like that?"