The New Case, Part Two of The New Kid, here is the link to Part One (best read that before this:) s/10831039/1/The-New-Kid
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Chapter One
*Authors Notes Please Read* Heeeeyyyyy Swwwweeeettttiiesss anyway, here we are, Part Two, wow, time has flown, well as you probably read in The New Kid, Sherlock is going to meet Richard Brook and The Woman, ooooohhhhhh, shits going down, haha, please excuse the rude word, but anyway, enjoy sweeties!
–allthewaysweets xoxo
Sherlock stepped outside from 221B and flipped his coat collar up, protecting his cheekbones from the wind. Today was Boxing day, the day for the sign up for ballet classes, Sherlock was surprised anything happened on a Boxing Day, he deducted that normally people just slept the entire day, along with John. He waved his arm up to hail for a cab, getting the flyer out from the pocket of the stupid jumper that John had gotten him for Christmas, Sherlock wore it with pride, it was a very cold day, Sherlock couldn't wait to get beck and just cuddle John to his pleasure. He stole Mycroft's credit card from his room just before leaving, knowing that he may have to buy petty ballet uniforms. When the taxi pulled up along side the glass-covered hall, Sherlock paid the cabby and gracefully hoped out, giving a cliché look at the place before entering, well, being Sherlock, from one swift look, he deducted that there were a total of 5 fire escapes, a three level building, designed to look like a two story one with a secret underground level, and there were only 5 boys there to sign up. Shit. Sherlock strode inside; the place was bustling, people everywhere. Sherlock was taller than most there, not surprising. He made his way over to the sign up desk and grabbed a clipboard with a form and pen, quickly writing down his details, he handed back to lady a the desk, who gave him a smile
"You're the first boy to sign up today."
"Obviously."
Not saying another word he made his way, punching through people to the costume department, or desk. There were three desks, two for the girls and one for the boys, the boys desk was covered in uniforms and a man standing behind it with other boredom, other than that, the desk was like a ghost town, the two girls desks were pilled up with people, Sherlock was surprised they were even able to breathe with that many people crowded around it. He made his way for the boy's desk, grabbing the shoes, two shirts and tights and handed them to the man
"Just those, thanks."
"No worries mate."
The man behind the desk was in his forties, bald, and a bit boring, to Sherlock's point of view. Handing the man Mycroft's credit card, Sherlock wanted to get out of this building, no matter how cold it was outside this building was steaming. Grabbing the card and the bag if costumes, Sherlock made his way out of the filled place and hailed for a cab back to Baker Street.
When he got back, he immediately dumped everything on the couch and heading back to his bedroom for John. As Sherlock thought he would be, John was still asleep on one side of the bed, just how he had left him a couple of hours before. Sherlock dumped himself on the bed, placing his arms above his head, John gave a mixture of a mumble and a grunt and mad his way over into Sherlock's arms, Sherlock accepted it, it was nice to have John in his arms, and with that, Sherlock pulled up the sheets and several blankets and quickly fell asleep.
Sherlock woke up to loud crashing and banging noise, similar to the one when John first cam over… Sherlock rolled his eyes, he knew exactly what that noise meant. Sherlock went to move, but a noise of protest from John stopped him, in the morning light Sherlock could see that John was all muddled up, and was wearing the jumper that he got him for Christmas, Sherlock couldn't help but grin, and tangled himself in John's arms and legs, Sherlock finally felt contempt. Sherlock studied John's face who was only just waking up and gave a small smile and a yawn
"Morning, Sher"
Sherlock grinned back
"Morning John."
Before anything more could be said, another crash could be heard coming from the lounge room
"Greg and Mycroft?"
Sherlock nodded, then in sync they both burst into a fit of giggles
"Thank you for letting me stay here these last couple of nights."
"It's fine, beside it's the only logical option, seeing that Harry would want your house to herself, now that she has—"
Sherlock was stopped by John's index finger on his lips, and a shake of his head
"Sher, no deductions today, please, I know how boring the world gets for you in that rushing mind of yours, just not today. Please."
Sherlock gave a confirmation nod. Anything for John. My John.
"Want to go get something to eat?"
Sherlock shrugged, he found that he didn't really eat that much, only when it was necessary, but, then again…
"Are you hungry?"
John nodded
"I'd just go to the kitchen to get something, and sit down and eat, but… you know."
Goddammit, Mycroft and Grog ruin it every single time…
"I know."
Sherlock could tell that neither of them wanted to move first, but both they knew that they would eventually have to.
John cupped Sherlock's cheek and leaned into the touch, their lips touched briefly, before John did the daring task, he got up, stretched, giving an 'ah' when he hurt his shoulder, and rose from the bed, turning around to look at Sherlock lying in the same position with a scowl on his face, angry at John for moving when Sherlock just wanted him to himself, John gave a hearty laugh at the teenager
"C'mon, Sher, you are going to have to move eventually."
Sherlock went into sulk mode, John chuckled.
"What's it going to take for you to move Sher?"
Sherlock gave a grumble as a response, John groaned
"Please Sher, I don't want to face what's outside this bedroom door alone. And we both need to eat."
John gave a weak whack to Sherlock's ankle, then sighed, giving up and reached for his duffle bag, now half full as it was from when it first arrived, John stripped his Christmas jumper, reviling his chest, Sherlock took in a sharp breath, resisting the urge to just make out with him there and then. John swapped it for a black and white thick striped jumper, then ran a hand through his hair, then sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes, Sherlock sat up, still in sulk mode, he could only grumble
"Where would we eat?"
John gave a goofy grin
"Angelo's of course."
Sherlock sheepishly stood and opened his drawers, riffling through them for a dress shirt, finally descending on the purple one. Sherlock this time stripped off his stupid jumper, and hearing john's sharp intake of breath, before he could put on his shirt and button it up, he felt a hand on his back, …John… Sherlock turned around, still with his shirt in his hands, the hand now on his chest
"I knew you were skinny, but wow."
Sherlock could feel his cheeks redden, he knew that now he would definitely have to eat something. The hand slid up around his neck, before Sherlock could form words in his mouth, lips were pressed against them. The kiss was soft, but then it deepened, John and Sherlock just standing against he drawer with the pirate photo, just making out, it seemed that wishes did come true… John's tongue teased the edges of his mouth, their bodies were pressed together, forget about lunch, this was curing Sherlock's hunger, Artic Monkeys was now heard coming from the lounge room, Sherlock let John in, his tongue searched inside, Sherlock was unsure of what to do, but John knew perfectly, Sherlock deducted the song from the Artic Monkeys was When The Sun Goes Down, but he couldn't be too sure, he was to enwrapped in John… John… Sherlock just had his hands on John's waist, tugging him towards him, John gave a sexy gasp of surprise, it made Sherlock kiss him deeper, he knew what to do now, kiss John, well, obviously. It seemed they both ran out of breath at the same time, lips parted but the distance between them unchanged
"Food?"
John was breathless, the word just escaped his mouth
"Yeah, food."
John slowly slid his hand back from Sherlock's neck and went to tie up his shoes, Sherlock ran a hand through hi hair and took his place next to John on the bed to put on his shoes. John chuckled
"What?"
John looked at Sherlock and smiled
"How the bloddy hell did this ever happen?"
Sherlock shrugged, but then couldn't help but chuckle as well.
They both rose and headed for the door
"Ready?"
John had a hint of sarcasm in his voice
"Whenever you are."
John turned the handle and opened the door.
*Authors Note Please Read* Hey Guys, first of all, I'm sorry that chapter was indeed shorter than usual, but it shall be longer next chapter! I just have lot of things on right now… but anyway there is chapter one, now for chapter two, ohhhh, Richard Brook (he is surely going to turn up in Westwood… dun dun dunnn!) as always any feedback is much appreciated! Or any ideas or just want to say 'Hi' go for it Jhaha get excited sweeties! –allthewaysweets xoxo