The Unexpected part 2
Sherlock pounced on him and kissed him. John was taken by surprise but didn't do anything, he froze, he didn't know what to do he allowed the kiss to happen but just allowed Sherlock to explore. After a moment John pulled away.
"Wait what?"
Here a small detail you didn't know about me. You wanted to know more about me well there you go a nugget of information for you there." Sherlock said in a matter of fact tone.
He was dressed up, and was ready to go out, John had no idea what was going on but then he passed John who was still stood in the doorway,and without another word, Sherlock was out the door. John was baffled he finally walked into the room and went and sat in his chair.
In the time John had been walking around obviously giving him some space, he'd thought through the rubbish John had said earlier and what he'd also said and he'd not had a case in a long time so he'd had way too much free time and nothing to do with it, he'd read all the books in the flat and there was nothing left for him to do.
He strolled down one of the high streets his face covered by his navy scarf, his collar was up protecting his neck from the wind, his long coat wrapped around him keeping himself warm. He walked down another street and stopped at the corner, he took a deep breath and looked around, he wasn't for the first time he wasn't sure about what to do, he stood and waited, his eyes shifted as they did taking in every ounce of life that was going on. He stood and watched and waited.
John sat there trying to update his blog, he was stuck, he needed inspiration, he thought about going to sarah's he had nothing better to do, but he knew that she had the late shift and would be tired be getting ready for that, he had nothing to do. However he knew that Sherlock had left him information about himself, he however had no idea what it meant. It gave him something to do though he thought, he sat and pondered whilst trying to read one of the many books Sherlock owned.
Meanwhile Sherlock was occupying his time by working out how long it was going to take him to get home, he was sat in a coffee shop, a table near the window this meant he could still see what is going on in life outside the shop. He'd decided that this was only going to happen once, he wasn't social, he didn't like being sociable but just this once. He was still the same person and nothing would change that but he'd offered to take Molly for coffee, somewhere better than Bart's cafeteria although he didn't see the point when he thought he'd do it to annoy John. It was a friday afternoon and people were rushing home getting ready for their nights out and their weekend of enjoyment. Sherlock, still found human brains odd, but everyone to their own. Molly was dressed up, she'd put lipstick on again, making her lips look bigger, she had also arranged her hair to make her face more noticeable, Sherlock commented as he did, not finding what he was saying offensive in anyway, it was but to him he thought that the truth is always better. They sat and drank their coffee's Sherlock put on his best fake interested voice while she chatted about this and that.
John had been at the flat for sometime now and he'd manage to just about finish and understand it. He noticed that it was dusk and wondered where Sherlock had gone, but his thought was broken by the ringing of his phone. It was Lestrade, John picked up the phone and answered.
"Yes?"
"Grab Sherlock wherever he is and head for the morgue we'll meet you there."
"Right, are you going to tell me why?"
The line went dead, John had known these people all of five minutes and already he was used to the ignorance of it all. He grabbed his coat off the arm of the couch and headed down the stairs to the door. Why hadn't Lestrade phoned or texted Sherlock, even John had no idea where he was that was going to be a problem, he wondered whether to just go to straight there, knowing that Sherlock would find him eventually. So he went for a walk to the morgue.
Sherlock was clearly bored, but somewhere deep down was a little spark that actually enjoyed what he was doing, it had been suppressed by everything else but it was still there like an old dust relic waiting to be clean and used again. He was sat gazing slightly at Molly however he kept an eye out over the street looking at anything that would be odd. He wasn't really listening to Molly he nodded occasionally, but he allowed her to do more of less all the talking, he lazily participated when she stopped or asked a question. It wasn't intimate at all it might as well have been John, he thought, at least they'd have something to talk about.
A phone rang, it was Molly's. She picked it up excusing herself from the conversation Sherlock nodded once again. He'd already worked out who it was and that it was urgent or she wouldn't have picked the phone up. This made a changing point in the conversation she put the phone down and returned it to her bag she then looked at Sherlock. He then said
"What have you got for me this time?" He said with a grin on his face.
"Wait what?"
Here a small detail you didn't know about me. You wanted to know more about me well there you go a nugget of information for you there." Sherlock said in a matter of fact tone.
He was dressed up, and was ready to go out, John had no idea what was going on but then he passed John who was still stood in the doorway,and without another word, Sherlock was out the door. John was baffled he finally walked into the room and went and sat in his chair.
In the time John had been walking around obviously giving him some space, he'd thought through the rubbish John had said earlier and what he'd also said and he'd not had a case in a long time so he'd had way too much free time and nothing to do with it, he'd read all the books in the flat and there was nothing left for him to do.
He strolled down one of the high streets his face covered by his navy scarf, his collar was up protecting his neck from the wind, his long coat wrapped around him keeping himself warm. He walked down another street and stopped at the corner, he took a deep breath and looked around, he wasn't for the first time he wasn't sure about what to do, he stood and waited, his eyes shifted as they did taking in every ounce of life that was going on. He stood and watched and waited.
John sat there trying to update his blog, he was stuck, he needed inspiration, he thought about going to sarah's he had nothing better to do, but he knew that she had the late shift and would be tired be getting ready for that, he had nothing to do. However he knew that Sherlock had left him information about himself, he however had no idea what it meant. It gave him something to do though he thought, he sat and pondered whilst trying to read one of the many books Sherlock owned.
Meanwhile Sherlock was occupying his time by working out how long it was going to take him to get home, he was sat in a coffee shop, a table near the window this meant he could still see what is going on in life outside the shop. He'd decided that this was only going to happen once, he wasn't social, he didn't like being sociable but just this once. He was still the same person and nothing would change that but he'd offered to take Molly for coffee, somewhere better than Bart's cafeteria although he didn't see the point when he thought he'd do it to annoy John. It was a friday afternoon and people were rushing home getting ready for their nights out and their weekend of enjoyment. Sherlock, still found human brains odd, but everyone to their own. Molly was dressed up, she'd put lipstick on again, making her lips look bigger, she had also arranged her hair to make her face more noticeable, Sherlock commented as he did, not finding what he was saying offensive in anyway, it was but to him he thought that the truth is always better. They sat and drank their coffee's Sherlock put on his best fake interested voice while she chatted about this and that.
John had been at the flat for sometime now and he'd manage to just about finish and understand it. He noticed that it was dusk and wondered where Sherlock had gone, but his thought was broken by the ringing of his phone. It was Lestrade, John picked up the phone and answered.
"Yes?"
"Grab Sherlock wherever he is and head for the morgue we'll meet you there."
"Right, are you going to tell me why?"
The line went dead, John had known these people all of five minutes and already he was used to the ignorance of it all. He grabbed his coat off the arm of the couch and headed down the stairs to the door. Why hadn't Lestrade phoned or texted Sherlock, even John had no idea where he was that was going to be a problem, he wondered whether to just go to straight there, knowing that Sherlock would find him eventually. So he went for a walk to the morgue.
Sherlock was clearly bored, but somewhere deep down was a little spark that actually enjoyed what he was doing, it had been suppressed by everything else but it was still there like an old dust relic waiting to be clean and used again. He was sat gazing slightly at Molly however he kept an eye out over the street looking at anything that would be odd. He wasn't really listening to Molly he nodded occasionally, but he allowed her to do more of less all the talking, he lazily participated when she stopped or asked a question. It wasn't intimate at all it might as well have been John, he thought, at least they'd have something to talk about.
A phone rang, it was Molly's. She picked it up excusing herself from the conversation Sherlock nodded once again. He'd already worked out who it was and that it was urgent or she wouldn't have picked the phone up. This made a changing point in the conversation she put the phone down and returned it to her bag she then looked at Sherlock. He then said
"What have you got for me this time?" He said with a grin on his face.