Sherlock -- Hurt [2/?]
Chapter 2
"Good morning, Sherlock." Came John's greeting, as he walked through the door.
As a response, he only received a grumble.
"Ah, I see, I should have greeting you with: Good morning, grumpy instead of Sherlock. Strange seeing that you are fully dressed. Care to tell me what's on your mind? Though, I don't even know why exactly I'm asking you this because you never tell me anything, but… oh yes, now I remember why I keep asking you even though you don't answer; I'm asking out of courtesy."
Sherlock huffed and it was clear the man was annoyed by something. When his friend was like this, John knew he shouldn’t expect a response from him and was surprise when he received one: "I don't know, John. I can't seem to find anything to do with myself, it's frustrating!"
John Watson turned at his words, it wasn't like his friend not to find anything to do. When he took a closer look, he realized that Sherlock seemed… unsettled. That in itself was unusual for him; well not when he was on a case where he couldn't get a hold on a killer, then he could be unsettled. Now though there wasn't any case, and his friend was always busy with something so seeing him now, not doing anything and visibly frustrated, but not yelling or throwing stuff against the wall or across the room was a strange sight, to say the least.
"Why don't you go visit Molly at Bart's? See if she's got anything interesting for you, maybe some strange information on a dead body. I don't know… do the stuff you usually do when you're at Bart's."
"There is no usual in what I do there." Sherlock told John.
"Ok."
Thinking for a minute, Sherlock realized that it might be a good idea, and he would go and see Molly.
Where did that thought come from? He wondered. It wasn't like him to want to see other people; they were usually boring, uninteresting. Molly Hooper though, didn't really fit into that category. She was small, helpful and she often seem to anticipate what he needed when he was doing experiments.
Yes, going to see Molly, was definitely, a valid option. He didn't really understand the reason for his state of mind but he suddenly seemed calmer and happier. Sherlock Holmes was out of the door a moment later, a few instants later and the flat door opened once again.
"Text me, if there is any new case, but it has to be at least worth…"
"… An 8 or a 9, yes, Sherlock, I know."
And with that, the detective consultant was gone. John shook his head in disbelief and smiled, the man would never change. He thought his friend needed a woman in his life. Even though Sherlock thought a woman would only slow him down, bore him even, it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to have something else on his mind other than murders and criminals. Didn't the man know that one only has one life and that one can't live it over? Probably not.
With those thoughts in his mind, John checked out Sherlock's email box. Most of the contents of the box weren’t really interesting. Most of it was rubbish or junk mail, there was one though that might seem to be an interesting case. A body had been found in the middle of a dressmaker's dummy. A body wasn't precisely the right word choice apparently, because all Pierre Dubois, the man in charge of the presentation of the new collection of dresses, had found when he was looking for a dummy in the storeroom almost gave him a heart attack: as he grabbed for it, and pulled at it, Pierre ended up holding a human forearm and hand. John read a few more details about it and was about to text Sherlock about it when another email came in.
His friend would love it.
He texted him telling him the details of the possible cases and when he got a response from him, it was to ask him to join him at the first crime scene. John grabbed his jacket, but took the time to close the computer. Five minutes later, he was sitting in a taxi heading for the crime scene. He supposed that Sherlock would have already texting Molly asking her to examine the body parts.
When he arrived about ten minutes later, Sherlock was already talking to Lestrade. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but from what he could see, his friend seemed restless once again. Something was not right with the Consulting Detective today.
"So, what do we have?" Watson asked.
"Molly’s not answering my text messages." Sherlock answered immediately.
"I was talking about the case, Sherlock."
Rolling his eyes, the detective answered, "it's obvious, John, body parts. Don't you have eyes?"
This was going to be a very long day, John thought.
Greg Lestrade looked at John Watson when Sherlock was busy typing another text message to someone. The doctor guessed it must be yet another one to Molly Hooper seeing as she didn’t seem to be answering him. Which in itself was very odd, it wasn't like her not to answer her text messages and certainly not when they were from Sherlock Holmes. The woman loved him so much anyone who knew her could see it. He was certain his best friend knew it as well, but apparently, the man had chosen not to act on it as he was convinced having someone in his life would only interfere with it.
"What's wrong with him?" Greg asked when Sherlock was out of earshot.
"I honestly don't know." John answered the policeman.
"I mean, I'm used to him having moods and being cranky, but this…"
"He's been like this all morning and I have absolutely no idea why."
"Did his brother call him?"
"Mycroft? Not that I have any knowledge of it."
"Did something happen with Molly?" Lestrade ventured.
"With Molly? Not that I can recall, the woman loves the man, she worships him. Even though I would love for her to send him flying sometimes… no they’re fine. As if our detective would care about how she feels… sometimes, I wonder if he knows she's a woman at all and not his personal puppet."
"You have a point. Maybe she's finally had enough and refuses to talk to him."
"I think, that will be the day pigs might fly."
"You're right. If he wasn’t so moody he wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes after all." With that said, they heard Sherlock coming back toward them. He stopped near John to tell them there was nothing more he could do there and that he was heading for Barts to see if he could run some tests with Molly's assistance.
"I might be wrong, but I’m fairly certain that not all the body parts belong to one and the same person." And with that, Sherlock was gone heading off in a Taxi to Barts
John and Greg just looked at one another in disbelief.
To be continued…
"Good morning, Sherlock." Came John's greeting, as he walked through the door.
As a response, he only received a grumble.
"Ah, I see, I should have greeting you with: Good morning, grumpy instead of Sherlock. Strange seeing that you are fully dressed. Care to tell me what's on your mind? Though, I don't even know why exactly I'm asking you this because you never tell me anything, but… oh yes, now I remember why I keep asking you even though you don't answer; I'm asking out of courtesy."
Sherlock huffed and it was clear the man was annoyed by something. When his friend was like this, John knew he shouldn’t expect a response from him and was surprise when he received one: "I don't know, John. I can't seem to find anything to do with myself, it's frustrating!"
John Watson turned at his words, it wasn't like his friend not to find anything to do. When he took a closer look, he realized that Sherlock seemed… unsettled. That in itself was unusual for him; well not when he was on a case where he couldn't get a hold on a killer, then he could be unsettled. Now though there wasn't any case, and his friend was always busy with something so seeing him now, not doing anything and visibly frustrated, but not yelling or throwing stuff against the wall or across the room was a strange sight, to say the least.
"Why don't you go visit Molly at Bart's? See if she's got anything interesting for you, maybe some strange information on a dead body. I don't know… do the stuff you usually do when you're at Bart's."
"There is no usual in what I do there." Sherlock told John.
"Ok."
Thinking for a minute, Sherlock realized that it might be a good idea, and he would go and see Molly.
Where did that thought come from? He wondered. It wasn't like him to want to see other people; they were usually boring, uninteresting. Molly Hooper though, didn't really fit into that category. She was small, helpful and she often seem to anticipate what he needed when he was doing experiments.
Yes, going to see Molly, was definitely, a valid option. He didn't really understand the reason for his state of mind but he suddenly seemed calmer and happier. Sherlock Holmes was out of the door a moment later, a few instants later and the flat door opened once again.
"Text me, if there is any new case, but it has to be at least worth…"
"… An 8 or a 9, yes, Sherlock, I know."
And with that, the detective consultant was gone. John shook his head in disbelief and smiled, the man would never change. He thought his friend needed a woman in his life. Even though Sherlock thought a woman would only slow him down, bore him even, it wouldn't be a bad thing for him to have something else on his mind other than murders and criminals. Didn't the man know that one only has one life and that one can't live it over? Probably not.
With those thoughts in his mind, John checked out Sherlock's email box. Most of the contents of the box weren’t really interesting. Most of it was rubbish or junk mail, there was one though that might seem to be an interesting case. A body had been found in the middle of a dressmaker's dummy. A body wasn't precisely the right word choice apparently, because all Pierre Dubois, the man in charge of the presentation of the new collection of dresses, had found when he was looking for a dummy in the storeroom almost gave him a heart attack: as he grabbed for it, and pulled at it, Pierre ended up holding a human forearm and hand. John read a few more details about it and was about to text Sherlock about it when another email came in.
His friend would love it.
He texted him telling him the details of the possible cases and when he got a response from him, it was to ask him to join him at the first crime scene. John grabbed his jacket, but took the time to close the computer. Five minutes later, he was sitting in a taxi heading for the crime scene. He supposed that Sherlock would have already texting Molly asking her to examine the body parts.
When he arrived about ten minutes later, Sherlock was already talking to Lestrade. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but from what he could see, his friend seemed restless once again. Something was not right with the Consulting Detective today.
"So, what do we have?" Watson asked.
"Molly’s not answering my text messages." Sherlock answered immediately.
"I was talking about the case, Sherlock."
Rolling his eyes, the detective answered, "it's obvious, John, body parts. Don't you have eyes?"
This was going to be a very long day, John thought.
Greg Lestrade looked at John Watson when Sherlock was busy typing another text message to someone. The doctor guessed it must be yet another one to Molly Hooper seeing as she didn’t seem to be answering him. Which in itself was very odd, it wasn't like her not to answer her text messages and certainly not when they were from Sherlock Holmes. The woman loved him so much anyone who knew her could see it. He was certain his best friend knew it as well, but apparently, the man had chosen not to act on it as he was convinced having someone in his life would only interfere with it.
"What's wrong with him?" Greg asked when Sherlock was out of earshot.
"I honestly don't know." John answered the policeman.
"I mean, I'm used to him having moods and being cranky, but this…"
"He's been like this all morning and I have absolutely no idea why."
"Did his brother call him?"
"Mycroft? Not that I have any knowledge of it."
"Did something happen with Molly?" Lestrade ventured.
"With Molly? Not that I can recall, the woman loves the man, she worships him. Even though I would love for her to send him flying sometimes… no they’re fine. As if our detective would care about how she feels… sometimes, I wonder if he knows she's a woman at all and not his personal puppet."
"You have a point. Maybe she's finally had enough and refuses to talk to him."
"I think, that will be the day pigs might fly."
"You're right. If he wasn’t so moody he wouldn't be Sherlock Holmes after all." With that said, they heard Sherlock coming back toward them. He stopped near John to tell them there was nothing more he could do there and that he was heading for Barts to see if he could run some tests with Molly's assistance.
"I might be wrong, but I’m fairly certain that not all the body parts belong to one and the same person." And with that, Sherlock was gone heading off in a Taxi to Barts
John and Greg just looked at one another in disbelief.
To be continued…