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Heart's Mysteries	By : LadyLaran Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "the Hobbit" or "Sherlock;" I do not make money from this story. They are owned by the BBC, estates of Tolkien and Doyle.

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Author’s Note – It’s been a while since I posted this; stress and IRL issues were simply too much for me to try to focus on writing. It sucks because this is my way of destressing and working through issues. Thank you all for being so patient.

Disclaimer – I do not own “Sherlock” or “the Hobbit.” I don’t make money from this story either. The song used in this chapter belongs to Enya, titled “On Your Shore” from her album titled “Watermark.” I don’t own it either, but it worked for what I needed in this story.

Chapter Two – Disturbing Meetings

Bilbo had spent the next few days unpacking, hoping to get her flat arranged before she was due to start working again. Fortunately, her clients were understanding of the problem and were willing to wait for their projects to be finished. John came down to help her with the onerous tasks whenever he was free to do so, and she would often hear Sherlock playing at odd hours of the day or night. Oddly enough, hearing the dulcet tones of the violin eased her loneliness when it tried to hit and it wasn’t unusual for her to open the door to her flat so she could hear the beautiful songs easier. Her landlady, she noticed, was also in the habit of doing the same thing.

She hadn’t been in her flat more than a few days when she had a rather disturbing meeting that was not only unscheduled but also incredibly uncomfortable. Bilbo had come out of her room one morning, heading to the kitchen to make tea when she found a strange man sitting in her living room.

“Good morning,” he greeted, blinking when the young woman grabbed an umbrella and shifted into a defensive position. “I am not here to harm you, Miss Watson. I am here to meet you as you are living in close proximity to Sherlock Holmes.”

Bilbo tilted her head for a moment, eyeing the man for a long moment as she took in the features of the stranger. The name of her uninvited guest quickly popped up in her memory, and she lowered her umbrella.

“You must be Mycroft Holmes,” she stated, catching him by surprise.

“I am,” he answered, gesturing for her to take a seat. “I take it John has spoken of me?”

“He mentioned you have a penchant for kidnapping unsuspecting people along with a terminal case of nosiness,” the blond woman answered, sitting down with the umbrella within reach. “If I find any of your snooping gadgets here, Mr. Holmes, you will not like the consequences.”

“John has already made his own threats regarding security and your privacy,” Mycroft said with a slight smile. “The only cameras near your flat watch the doors and windows in order to ensure the safety of the people within this building.”

“Please ensure it stays that way,” Bilbo requested in a stern tone. “I’m not comfortable having my private life viewed by strangers. So you came by to meet me because I live in the same building as your brother?”

“That is one of the reasons, yes,” he answered. “I am also aware of the business you run and would like to become one of your clients.”

“According to my cousin, you work for our government,” she said softly. “Surely you have other more qualified people for this kind of thing?”

“I do but not with the finesse you possess,” he replied. “Most of my staff who is employed for the kind of work you do tend to rush, and I need someone who takes more care.”

“I don’t travel,” Bilbo warned. “I prefer to work from home, and I usually work with clients when they come to London and need me.”

“That is exactly what I am in need of,” he assured her. “I will not ask for you to travel. What you will be asked to work with will be documents. I’ve already vetted you and gotten you the security clearance needed for this position.”

“It will need to be a legitimate emergency if you need something rushed,” she informed him. “I take things in the order they come, and my clients respect that.”

Mycroft nodded, accepting that as well. He’d seen examples of her work and knew she was one of the best in her field. The government official knew he was fortunate to have her agree to take him on as a client.

“All right then, Mr. Holmes, you have a deal,” Bilbo said. “I have a contract I can email to you that explains my guidelines and fees if you will provide an address I can send it to.”

He rose, handing her a card that contained the information she needed.

“I will be looking for it, Miss Watson, and it will be sent to your home via courier once I have an opportunity to look the contract over. I do appreciate your willingness to take me on as a client.”

Bilbo accepted the card, watching as the tall man left her flat. She could hear her cousin’s voice and sighed, waiting for a few moments before John popped his head in the doorway.

“Everything all right, Bilbo?”

“I think he wanted to get a chance to meet me,” she answered. “I’m fine; he just startled me. I wasn’t expecting him to be in my flat first thing in the morning.”

“He tends to do that,” her cousin stated. “The man has an annoying talent for showing up when he isn’t wanted or needed.”

“That reminds me, thank you for warning him about not putting cameras or audio recorders in here,” Bilbo said with a smile. “He assured me the only cameras will be on the doors and windows, nothing inside the flat.”

“I had that conversation with him after you made the decision to move here,” John answered. “We find cameras and other gadgets of his all over the place in our flat, and I didn’t want you having to deal with the same thing. You’re entitled to your privacy, and I won’t let him violate that if I can help it.”

“I imagine he does that to annoy his brother as well as try to show his concern; I do think he could go about it in a better way,” she said. “Quick change of topic but have you two eaten breakfast?”

“Not yet, why,” he asked, grinning when he heard her answer.

“I thought I’d cook as a thank you for the help,” Bilbo told him. “I’m certain your flatmate wouldn’t mind a homemade breakfast? I was thinking pancakes and sausages.”

“He has a sweet tooth,” John admitted with a laugh. “He’ll come down for your pancakes; I’ve been talking about them since you decided to move here.”

“Let me get dressed, and I’ll get started on it,” she promised, heading to her bedroom to do just that.

The physician hurried upstairs to retrieve his flatmate, who had been remarkably interested in eating when he heard that Bilbo was making pancakes for breakfast. John had known he would and just smiled as they headed downstairs.

They arrived in her flat to hear one of Bilbo’s favorite channels on Pandora playing, and her soft soprano singing along with a song John recognized.

“Strange how my heart beats to find myself upon your shore. Strange how I still feel my loss of comfort gone before. Cool waves wash over and drift away with dreams of youth. So time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough. And so this is where I should be now - days and nights falling by,
days and nights falling by me. I know of a dream I should be holding - days and nights falling by,
days and nights falling by me. Soft blue horizons reach far into my childhood days. As you are rising
to bring me my forgotten ways. Strange how I falter to find I'm standing in deep water. Strange how my heart beats to find I'm standing on your shore.”

The physician recognized Enya’s lyrics, remembering how Bilbo would often buy any new albums the artist released because she identified with the songs so much. He’d heard her sing Enya’s works before, but he could hear a deeper emotion in his cousin’s voice. It was something that spoke of heartbreak but not the kind due to loss of family.

Someone had broken his Bilbo’s heart, and the thought infuriated him to the point where he wanted to find the sod who had done that and beat them until they understood why they didn’t deserve the treasure that was his beloved cousin.

A touch to his shoulder pulled him from his rage, and he swallowed it down when he saw the look on Sherlock’s face. His friend had come to the same conclusion, and the detective was concerned because he had seen the murderous expression that had come to his face when he’d realized what had been causing his cousin to lose her light.

John managed to calm himself, pushing the anger down for now, and he shook his head.

“We’ll talk later,” he said. “I don’t want to bring this up in front of her if I can avoid it right now. I need to find a way to open the discussion without bringing her too much pain.”

Sherlock nodded, squeezing his shoulder just once before calling out to Bilbo. He was giving John a chance to regain his equilibrium.

“Something smells rather delicious,” he said, speaking truthfully since the scents wafting from the kitchen were very enticing.

“Thank you, Sherlock,” she called back. “You two have a seat at the table. Tea?”

“Yes please,” the detective answered, taking a seat as she had instructed.

Soon, the table held a platter of pancakes, a plate of sausages, and plenty of syrup to satisfy even Sherlock’s sweet tooth. Tea was soon poured and doctored, and Bilbo waited until both men had served themselves before doing the same for herself.

After they had been eating for a few moments, she broke her silence, setting her tea cup down.

“I met your brother this morning,” Bilbo told Sherlock, who made a face.

“Overbearing, cake eating,” he grumbled, voice trailing off for a moment. “I suppose he was trying to get an opinion of the new neighbor?”

“Something like that,” she answered. “Fortunately, John had already threatened him if he tried to put any recording equipment in my flat. I have been assured that the only cameras would be outside, focused on the windows and doors in case of someone trying to break in.”

“That’s a remarkable show of restraint,” the curly haired male stated, looking a bit stunned.

“I only threatened to shove his umbrella so far up his arse that it would take a specialized proctologist and plastic surgeon to ensure he could sit down normally,” John said with a grim smile.

Both Sherlock and Bilbo stared at him for several moments before both spoke at the same time.

“John Hamish, you didn’t!?”

“Truly John? Oh I would have loved to have seen that!”

The physician winced at the use of his middle name; it was rare his cousin used it. He met her eyes, tilting his head just a bit.

“You may be my cousin, Wilhelmina Watson, but you are as dear to me as my own sister, if not more so,” he told her. “I won’t tolerate your privacy being violated; this is your home, and he damn well better respect it. No one upsets my sisters.”

A pleased blush covered her cheeks, and she just smiled at John.

“My brave warrior,” she said softly. “You won’t always be able to slay the dragons that come my way.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t try,” he answered, giving Sherlock the feeling that the two cousins had shared this particular part of the conversation before.

“I know,” Bilbo told him, smile saddening for a moment. “But sometimes, the dragon’s armor is just too thick.”

“If you can’t get through the door, go through the bloody window,” the doctor said, making her laugh. “Now, let’s enjoy this breakfast and then we can see what needs to be done today to help you finish unpacking.”

Just like that, it seemed John had somewhat relaxed after her agreement but Sherlock knew his friend better than that. The smaller male was dealing with coiled anger, and he would have to do something to help him before John exploded in a way that would hurt someone.

Author’s End Notes – Ending is a bit darker than I thought it would be, but it seems John’s protective mode simply didn’t want to be shut down. I’m sorry I had to make you all wait so long, and I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know what you thought. See you next time! ~Laran
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