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'Jooooooooannnnn!' As if the boombox blaring 'Take my breath away' Hadn't woken her. She ripped the window of her dorm-room open and whisper-shouted down to him. 'What? It's three in the morning!' Behind her Jamie made a soft mewling noise at the sudden temperature change. Sherlock managed to look appropriately ashamed at his incapability of keeping normal hours.
Normally Joan didn’t fall for his slouch and grimace routine, but his outfit of red tasseled beanie, black overcoat and what looked like a onesie, combined with the snow and the boombox clutched to his chest helped. ‘C’mon then, what is it?’ Sherlock perked up and launched into a quick explanation.
'In studying the records at the law library I came to the conclusion that Mrs Wilder had to have been enrolled by the 23rd of June, rather than September as she alleges. If we can find a link between the supposed clerical error and her extra credits, maybe we'll have something to show Professor Gregson.' Joan considered it all for a minute and turned away from the window.
In the darkness of her room she fumbled for her Mets jersey and jeans. She glanced up at the top bunk, seeing flashing blue eyes and a mop of blonde hair. ‘I’m sorry Jamie, it’s Sherlock. He got a break in the case and you know how he gets, I’ll stay in the library or something tonight so I don’t wake you coming in.’ Joan sat to tie the laces on her boots, hoping to avoid eye-contact with Jamie. ‘It’s okay, you should come back here, I sleep better when you’re in the room.’ Jamie sat up now and faced Watson. For all Moriarity’s failings, she still took Joan’s breath away. Even sitting in her bed, half-asleep in an old baseball shirt and ratty gym shorts she moved with that sensuous ease that Joan envied. ‘Okay, then.’ She stopped awkwardly, unnerved by Jamie’s stare. I’m going to go before he plays the rest of the Top Gun soundtrack.’
'Have fun.' Jamie called as the door clicked shut. She threw off the covers and strolled to the window. Opening it, she looked down on the expectant Sherlock, and saw his throat bob at the sight of her. 'Unless you have something more exciting than nine hours sleep or In'n'Out, this better be the last time I get woken up at 3. Otherwise I'll have to do things to you that will make Joanie very cross with me.' Sherlock squinted at her and spoke in his haughtiest tone. 'I apologise for interrupting you and Miss Watson during your Dreams of Sappho, but we have a rather important commission from Professor Gregson, that quite out-weighs the need for sleep.'
He finished primly, but Jamie could see the nervousness behind the act. ‘Well, if you insist on waking me again, then make it worth my while.’ She closed the window without a backwards glance.
Sherlock watched the flick of golden hair and the last of that smirk, embedding it in her formidable memory, only to feel a sharp pain in his arm. ‘Dreams of Sappho!’ Hissed Joan, drawing back for another punch. ‘God Sherlock!’ She decided against a second strike and headed off towards the law library. Sherlock was left standing outside Baker wing with his boombox for a second before a reply came to mind. ‘I was trying to help!’ He hurried after her into the night.