The rest of Sherlock's probationary week is uneventful.
At the end of it, Bella says, "If you are attempting to deceive me in some way, you're clearly operating on a level I can't hope to compete with and are considerably more patient than I. I'm not going to let you into the house, because that's Charlie's house too and I doubt he'd like it, but otherwise as far as I'm concerned I can trust you."
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"If you burn to a crisp due to homelessness, who will call me Juliet and lurk around while I patrol?"
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"Always a pragmatist," agrees Bella. She yawns. "I need to get at least five hundred words of utter bullshit to cohere into the approximate shape of an English paper before I crash. See you tomorrow, Sherlock."
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