Sneak peek
Here's a sneaky peek at the fic I'm working on (as yet untitled):
He listens intently as the lone occupant evidently startles, puts down his tea (and the paper, by the sounds of it) and walks over to the door. A moment's hesitation from the other side (smoothing down his clothes, trying to look presentable), and then the door opens - to reveal a stranger.
The man standing with one hand on the door, another on the frame (wary, cautious), is about John's height, but a bit younger, slightly slimmer, and with darker hair.
"Hello?" he says, and there is an echo of something in his tone - confidence, authority, power. Sherlock looks him over again and it's obvious, really - policeman.
Sherlock frowns, clears his throat, and speaks up. "Is John here?"
John hasn't moved house - Mycroft would've known and wouldn't have brought him here otherwise - and Sherlock wonders if this is what Mycroft meant by changes. A new flatmate; a policeman, no less.