Thread: The Deduction of Human Emotions (Dreamer- and Elise)

Everything Sherlock said was true. Joan did find these habits endearing, for reasons she could not explain. This woman was unique and incredibly inspiring for her, and since she spent so much time in her company, Joan learned to notice every detail. Of course, she wasn't as good as Sherlock when it came to observing, but she could see things that others couldn't or chose not to see about Sherlock. Sometimes she wondered whether Sherlock managed to teach her something, since they spent so much time solving crimes together and Joan was so exposed to Sherlock's extraordinary deduction methods that she started using some of them too. Joan rolled her eyes at Sherlock's comment, she was clearly teasing her. That was exactly why Joan didn't like complimenting the woman too much. She used to do it a lot when they first met, since her talents were amazing and fascinating. At some point Joan learned to control herself and filter the words of amazement that came out of her mouth, since Sherlock was confident enough without it. Now, when she recalled their first few cases together, Joan felt a bit embarrassed for herself. She was so surprised to see others react so calmly to Sherlock's deductive skills, she couldn't understand why they weren't praising her. Now she could see it, and she toned down the compliments, saving them for special occasions. Situations like this one, for example, when she needed things to get back to nice and normal. And it worked, she smiled with satisfaction as she watched Sherlock pulling away from her. The way physical contact made her uncomfortable was one of these things Joan found adorable for some reason. It made her want to touch Sherlock on purpose, maybe even give her a big hug, just to see her reaction. She didn't really dare to try though, Sherlock drew the lines very clearly. So are you going to be stuck here for the rest of the week? asked Joan, I don't think a case will turn up anytime soon. It's a bit cold outside so I wouldn't suggest a walk in the park, but we could have dinner if you want. Maybe tomorrow, after I get back from the clinic? We could go to this place - but her words were cut off, her phone was ringing. She put her laptop aside and got up to grab her bag. She took out her cellphone and checked who was calling her so late, but she didn't recognize the number. Joan wasn't used to people calling her after her work hours, so she was slightly confused. Hello? she answered the phone. Dr. Watson? I'm sorry, is it a bad time? She recognized the voice at once. It was one of her patients, Richard Lorenson. His voice sounded perfectly normal and from what she could tell, he wasn't badly injured or very ill. Why was he calling then? It's fine, she said, are you alright? Do you need any medical help? There was an awkward pause, then he said no, not quite. I'm perfectly fine, thank you. I just thought - you know, maybe you'd like... To go out with me sometime? Joan's eyes widened with surprise. For a few moments there she was speechless, and she couldn't find the right words to say. Then, out of nowhere, she said sure, why not. She could hear the sigh of relief from the other side of the line right before Richard said alright then, I'll call you later for details? Good evening, and sorry for bothering you. Instead of saying goodbye, Joan hung up and only realized how rude it was a few moments too late. A patient just asked me out, she said, and it's very weird. Where did he get my phone number? Patients shouldn't have my personal phone number, unless I give it to them, and that's extremely rare. And then it hit her. The way-too-happy-and-energetic receptionist. Stacy, she said, I am going to kill this woman.