The only sound that could be heard in the dark park was the crunching of ice as the trees swayed gently in the wind. It was midnight and not a soul was about except for two lone figures hiding within some bushes.
"How much longer must we wait here? I'm freezing." Watson asked pulling his coat tighter around him.
"I told you to stay, but it shouldn't be much longer. At least I hope." The last part was muffled as Sherlock dug his head down into his scarf.
"What was that? Well, you said that we'd be waiting in a pub sitting on a chair in where it's nice a warm and-this weather my goodness I'm glad it's not snowing."
"If I had known you would be complaining I would have never brought you along in the first place."
"I'm not complaining. Besides, if I didn't come you would probably stay here till you froze to death waiting for a man to pick up a letter."
"Silence, Watson. With all your jabbering the culprit will surely hear and scamper off. Or perhaps he might think it a hen clucking madly." At this Watson jabbed his elbow into his companions' side where he received, to his satisfaction, a pained grunt.
They waited in silence once again watching for their man. They had followed a sallow looking man from the pub to the park they were currently in. He pulled a letter from inside his dirty jacket and placed it at the feet of a statue. They had not apprehended that man because apparently he was 'but a pawn in a much bigger scheme.' They would follow whom ever took the letter and follow him to a bigger player in the game. But after 3 hours Watson began to grow more and more impatient as the biting wind cut his face even from the sorry shelter that was the bushes. And as their luck would have it dainty little snow flakes began to fall. Watson looked in disbelief at the sky before his head fell, crestfallen at the situation at hand.
"This would, of course, happen to me."
"Us." Was all Sherlock said not even noticing as the ground before them slowly turned white.
Watson clenched his teeth, "That's it!" He hissed under his breath not forgetting the reason they were there despite his mood. "I can't take it anymore. I'm leaving for the comfort of my bed." He said making to stand up.
Sherlock grabbed him by the wrist, stopping him from moving further. Watson froze, looking around to see if Sherlock had spotted the person they were waiting for. After failing to spot anyone he looked at the detective for any sign of confirmation. He only sighed and pulled Watson to him. Watson stiffened at the sudden action and blushed at the close proximity in which they were now in.
"Um-" Was all Watson could barely stammer out. "What-What're you doing, Holmes?"
"My body warmth will keep you warm and you'll stay till we catch our man." Sherlock said wrapping his arm around Watson.
"Well, I can't just leave you on your own." Watson said and relaxed his body after a few moments. "Because if I left you wou-" before Watson could complete his sentence Holmes pushed him off. While distracted a man had appeared, taken the letter and was a good length away. Holmes ran off, forgetting about the Doctor who struggled to free himself from the bushes. Watson scowled and ran after Holmes despite his embarrassment and resentment. "I should have stayed home."