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

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"SHERLOCK HOLMES?" ELLIOT ASTONISHED, HIS GRIP ON HIS COFFEE CUP TIGHTENING. Julia found herself smiling softly, the tender cut upon her cheek stretching slightly. It had been three days since the terrorist attack and the discovery of Kaleb and Nicolas Brown. Three whole days, and Sherlock had never stopped. He kept up on his own, apparently spotted around town, although Julia had not seen hide nor hair of the man since the little escapade at the old church. No, she had been too busy taking care of errands and such with her aunt, now that she was out of the hospital.

The gentleman in front of her blinked his charming hazel eyes in a vigorous fashion. "S-So, let me get this straight: he detected a bomb was nearby because his partner's phone went off, knew how much time you all had left to get the hell out of there, and then he pulled you into a storage closet and saved not only your life, but a child's as well?" Elliot stared at her as she slowly nodded, her apatite eyes pinching in amusement. "And the guy is up on his feet, right as rain, even after nearly being crushed?"

"Well, Greg told us that the door was what had saved his life, seeing as it had taken most of the impact. We were lucky that the roof didn't cave in on us though, or else that surely would have killed us." Julia took a sip of her coffee. The cinnamon bun they had been sharing was only partially eaten at this point. "He calculated at what velocity the blast would shoot through the building, then got us away from the weakest parts of the structure. Kind of like what you're supposed to do during a tornado, only... more complex."

Elliot slumped back into his seat with an exasperated 'jesus', leaving nothing but silence between the two of them. "I knew the man was... special. I just didn't think he was bloody Clark Kent!"

Julia nodded, then sighed and glanced off toward her phone, which was beginning to light up. She recalled the dream she had had a little while ago, the day that Sherlock had been in the hospital and she hadn't been able to visit with him, where she had woken up to the sound of his violin coming from the window. She remembered how her ankle had felt completely healed as she had ran up the stairs, her hair flowing freely, the stairwell filled with golden light. The stairs had gone on for forever, seeming to have no end, and when she had finally woken, her aunt was calming her down from a panic attack. Julia felt a hand snake over onto her own and her head rose, her eyes coming to fall upon Elliot's marbled set. "Where'd you go?" he inquired softly. His voice was so buttery that it brought a rosy blush to her cheeks.

The young woman smirked. "My Mind Palace," she teased before squeezing his hand. Tapping her phone screen, she took note of the time and turned to her companion.

Julia took a deep breath and then sighed softly, looking off at Bartholomew's just across the way. "Your lunch break is almost over."

Elliot hummed and nodded in agreement, the two remaining with their hands entangled for a moment longer. She had been seeing Elliot since the incident three days ago, mostly because of how he was the only one who kept her company aside from her aunt. John and Sarah were busy together most of the time, and as for Mr. Holmes... well, he had turned into a stranger the past four days. The scientist and she were good friends, but lately it seemed as though Mr. Francis had other intentions— romantic intentions to be exact. He had retrieved her number thanks to Molly, although she wasn't entirely sure how she had gotten it. Perhaps it was because of Sherlock? After a little while of disappearing into her mind once more, enjoying the feeling of the flaxen-haired man's thumb rubbing circles along the back of her hand, the two asked for a to-go box for their cinnamon bun. Elliot paid for their drinks and she paid for the dessert, fair and square (although she had had full intentions on paying for her own cut.)