Hello people ! Finally, here's a new part ^^ Hope you'll enjoy it. Don't hesitate to comment and enjoy your reading ! See you at the bottom of the page. 

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Sherlock Holmes

Two days after the intervention in Baker Street, you were working at night in St Bart's. The corridors were quiet so you were just reading a magazine in the nurses' office when you heard an alarm bell ringing. One of the patient needed you in their room. You sighed and went to the only room which has its lights turned on. You knocked twice and then entered slowly. Laying there in his bed, the man you saved two days ago was looking at you. 

His face was pale and his dark curly hair were falling in front of his clear and hypnotizing blue eyes. You smiled a little bit and came near him. 

" Mister Holmes, what happens ?"

"Why won't you let me out ? I'm fine, John gave his agreement so I don't understand why you're stubborn to keep me here." 

" Doctor Watson might have gave you his agreement but not the doctor who exanimated you. Moreover, a man who's apparently your brother, and so your closer relative, told us not to let you out before tomorrow evening. Sorry sir but you're not going anywhere tonight." 

You saw him grumble and you laughed slightly, amused. The detective then locked his gaze in yours and you nearly stopped breathing. He was analyzing you. Well, sort of. Then, he spoke. 

" You're single", he said. 

" So what ?" 

" It's not in my habits but I'd like to thank you for...well, saving me."

" That's my job, you don't have to thank me or anything like that" , you replied, blushing a little bit. 

"I insist", he smirked. "221 B Baker Street tomorrow evening, 7 pm, I'll take you out in a restaurant, if it's convenient. "

"What if it's not ? I might work, then."

"Come anyway. "

He gave you a wink and you get out of the room as another patient was calling you. You had a date with Sherlock Holmes. You were looking forward to it. 

John Watson 

You were putting on the shelves the new books you just received in the morning. Cardboard after cardboard you were whistling happily. It was rare for you to be that carefree but you woke up early with in a good mood, convinced the day will be full of nice things for you. You climbed on a scale to reach the highest shelf when the heavy cardboard escaped from your hands and it made you nearly fall on the ground. 

Suddenly, you felt two strong arms around your waist, holding you safely. You turned your head to see these grey eyes you have already met, these clear and short hair, and this kindly smile. It was John Watson. 

" I get you", he smiled. "Are you okay ?" 

" Yeah I'm..I'm fine" you mumbled as you blushed. 

He was well built. Of course, you thought, he was a soldier. You owned this information from Mycroft Holmes. When you called him, after John's first visit, the man of the government told you your new costumer was a former solder, now working as a doctor as St Bart and, moreover, he told you John could be trusted as Mycroft knew him personally. It'll take time, but you were pretty sure to be confortable with him one day. The man gently released you and helped you put the books back in the cardboard. 

" Do you need a hand ?" He asked politely. 

" Thanks but I think I'll make it" 

You didn't mean to be rude with him but it was a reflex action not to let strangers "help you". After all, you were under protection because he wanted to help. But not to remain on a negative note, you turned to face him with a warm smile. 

"So, may I help you with anything today ?" 

"Oh well, I was wondering if you have book about...relationships ?" 

"Relationships ?" You repeated, not so sure. You saw he was quite anxious. 

"You know some...some advice when you want to ask a woman out on a date"

You couldn't help yourself but smile at his words. Unfortunately, you were not confortable with this idea. 

"Are you...asking me out ?"

"Maybe, yes".

"That's really nice of you but...I'm not that kind of person who likes to go out in restaurants or in clubs. I'm sorry". 

He nodded and was about to leave when, a hand on the door handle, he asked. 

"What if I come here one night with a bottle of wine and some food ? We could stay in here", he proposed. 

You smiled and finally accepted his invitation for the next day evening. 

Gregory Lestrade

"So, anything new with the case ?" You asked your best friend's flat mate. 

You were at 221 B Baker Street. Sherlock was supposed to give you ne information about the murder of the junkie but the detective was sitting in his armchair, hands joined under his chin, eyes closed. You knew he was in his mind palace so you asked John if you could have a cup of tea. The doctor came back and gave it to you. 

"Thanks. So, for the case ?" 

"You know Sherlock, he didn't telle me anything about it." He wondered for a moment and then whispered : "I'd kill to see what's happening in his head when he do that". 

" What ? The mind palace ? It's not a big deal. It looks like a mix of Buckingham Palace and his childhood house with a jail for his inner demons in the basement", you replied, sipping your tea.

"How do you know that ?" 

"He told me during an overdose. I wanted him to stay awake so I had asked him to describe me his favorite place in all its details. That was his Mind Palace." You shrugged your shoulders. 

Some time later Sherlock finally came back from inside his brain and locked his gaze in yours before he recognised you. 

"Y/N. The case is solved." He declared. 

" I'm glad to hear it but I never doubt you, you know" you flattered him. "Who's the murderer then ?" 

"He won't tell you", John warned you. "Greg's supposed to come" 

" I see...Hope he won't be long" you sighed. 

You knew Sherlock hated to repeat himself so he waited for Greg to come to tell you all about the solve of the murder. The DI came soon and greeted you before the detective started his explanations. When he stopped speaking, Greg sighed in relief. 

" An accident ?" he repeated. 

" As I told you". 

" Wow that was...simple ! We should celebrate this !"

Sherlock declined and so did John. Greg turned to you. 

" You're in ?" He smiled with hope. 

" I'm not sure if I..."

" For God's sake, Y/N, Graham is inviting you out" Sherlock interrupted you. 

" In that case I can't refuse the invitation of a gentleman", you winked at Greg. "I have some work to do but what about tonight ? Meet at 7.pm at Angelo's".

The Scotland Yard Inspector gave you a warm smile, nodding his head. He couldn't wait until tonight. 

Mycroft Holmes

You were on your way to your house. You had left the University late because you had to mark your students' exams of the week. It was dark outside and a little rainy too but you were not living so far so you walked back home, bag on your shoulder. A black car suddenly slowed next to you and the back car window lowered. The face of the woman you saw early in the day appeared. 

"Mrs Y/L/N, Mister Holmes waiting for you", she informed you but you didn't even look at her. 

The car was still following you and then you stopped, angry. 

" Would you please stop harassing me ?" You hurled. "I'm not going anywhere with you !" 

The car stopped and Anthea opened the door but Mycroft was the one who get out of the car. You looked at him, arms crossed on your breast, giving him a dirty look. He opened up his umbrella to protect the both of you from the gentle rain. 

"Mister Holmes...I won't repeat myself again : leave me alone." 

" I won't. I read you file. You could help us. I'm sorry for what happened to your team. I know I was the one you gave you the mission order but at that time I had a minor role, I simple was an intermediary, I knew nothing about what happened until today". 

You judge him silently. He seemed to be true to you but, after all, wasn't he the Ice Man ? He could lie. He sighed. 

"Don't force me to use stronger methods to get you in this car"

" Stronger methods ? I bet you're not even able to defend yourself". 

"Try me", he said amused. 

Pinching your lips together, you gave him your bag which was then put in the car and you step backward. 

"Neutralise me and I get with you in the car. If I am the one who neutralise you, you'll never come to me again. Understood ?" 

Mycroft nodded and took off his jacket, keeping his umbrella. You started fighting. Surprisingly, Mycroft was more talented than you thought at first sight. You defended yourself properly but he finally tightened your arm in your back, your body against his. 

" I think I won", he whispered to your hear. 

You freed yourself from his grip and get in the car, frustrated. He followed you. 

" David", he called his driver, "To The Greenhouse, please". 

You widened your eyes. Mycroft had not only defeated you, but he was bringing you to the restaurant. 

Molly Hooper

You came back with Molly's tea and you gave it to her. She thanked you and asked you what you were doing in her lab before she came back from her break. 

"Nothing, really. Sherlock wanted me to check on some DNA for his new case and as I as here...I hope it doesn't bother you ?"

" No, no you can come here anytime you want. You're working here, so ?"

"Yes, I'm a surgeon in the emergency department. What about you ?"

" You..you don't deduce me ?" She frowned, suspiciously. 

" I can't deduce people. I'm good to interpret emotions but I'm completely unable to deduce someone's entire life thanks to their tie or how they look". 

The young woman looked at you, fascinating. You seemed to be the black sheep of the Holmes family, the normal one. You smiled, waiting for her answer. 

" So ?" 

" Oh sorry yes I..I work in the morgue. I know it's not fancy but your brother loves bodies apparently so I give him some...body pieces at the occasion". 

" I don't like death body. Never have I understood Sherlock's obsession for them, but  I have to deal with it : sometimes patients can't be saved." You paused, checking on you watch. "I'm sorry I should go. That was nice to talk to you, Molly Hooper". 

" Maybe you could come again at your next break ? We could...drink a tea or..."

"I'd love to", you assured her. "See you soon". 

She gave you a sign of the hand and watched you leave. She sincerely hoped you'd be back soon. 

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That's it ^^ I was less inspired for Sherlock and Molly but I did my best ! See you soon for the next preference : your outfit for the date <3