Title: A Study in Love
Summary: Sherlock has always been smart and extremely observant, except when it comes to emotions. But during this memorable case that brought Sherlock and John together, Sherlock begins to take notice of his own emotions. Whether he likes it or not, this is the one fact that is stored in his hard drive that he cannot delete: Sherlock Holmes is in love with John Watson.
Rated: T
Genre(s): Romance, Suspense, Friendship, Humor
Pairing(s): Sherlock/John, Molly/OC, Anderson/Lestrade
Warning(s): Violence, death, graphic details, intense kissing
John's PoV:
It was a rainy day in London and John was enjoying a cup of tea in 221B Baker Street, while Sherlock lay on the couch and shot holes in the wall. "Bored!" Sherlock announced. "BORED!"
John looked up from his newspaper. "Lestrade hasn't offered you any cases?"
"Not in this weather," Sherlock said. "As if anyone cares about the bloody weather!" He shot another hole in the wall just as Mrs. Hudson arrived with bags full of groceries.
The landlady squealed and almost dropped her groceries. "Sherlock Holmes, this is going on your rent!" she exclaimed as she set the bags down on the counter. She opened the fridge to put away the groceries, revealing a brain in a frying pan. "Sherlock, is this an actual human brain?"
John turned around to look and almost spilled his tea. "What?" he demanded. "Sherlock-"
"BORED!" Sherlock shot another hole in the wall, making both John and Mrs. Hudson jump. "Hate rain!"
As if on cue, Sherlock's phone rang. He got it out of his robe pocket and said, "John, new case."
John set his tea down on the table and said, "No, no, no, Sherlock, I'm not letting you go out in this weather. You'll catch a cold."
"John, there's been a murder," Sherlock said excitedly. "A fresh murder. I can't just ignore this."
"You aren't going," John said. "It's freezing out there. I won't just let you get yourself sick."
Sherlock ignored him and went into his room to change. John sighed and went over to the door to put his jacket on. Moments later, Sherlock came out of his room in his black coat. "Let's go, John," Sherlock said.
"Wait, Sherlock," John said, grabbing the consulting detective's scarf off the hook and going to stand in front of Sherlock. He wrapped the scarf around Sherlock's neck. "You'll need this. It'll be cold." John pulled Sherlock closer by the scarf as he tied it around Sherlock's neck. The doctor gasped silently when he noticed how close they were. "Sherlock," John said quietly.
He gathered his courage and began to close the small distance between them, but before he could, Mrs. Hudson said, "John, do you want the bread in the fridge or the bread dr - oh." John released Sherlock and they both turned to look at her. "I'll just leave you two alone, then." She quickly left, but the moment had passed.
"Shall we?" Sherlock said, holding the door open for John.
"Er, yeah," John agreed, grabbing his walking stick, and followed Sherlock down the stairs and out of 221B.
John's PoV:
They met Lestrade at an apartment across town. The area didn't look safe and there wasn't a lot of people walking around. "Afternoon, Lestrade," Sherlock said. He glanced at Anderson, who was beside him, and glared. "Anderson," the consulting detective said coolly. "So, why did you call me in?"
"I need you to take a look at this body," Lestrade said. "The husband got home from a trip in Monte Carlo about an hour ago, found his wife dead on the floor in their bedroom. He's in a bit of shock, went to some relative's house. I need you to make some deductions."
"What was their relationship like?" Sherlock asked. "Good, bad?"
"I've interviewed several of their neighbors and friends and family, and as far as I can tell, pretty good," Lestrade answered. John glanced down at Sherlock's hand, longing to hold it. Just for five seconds. "We have several suspects. A family friend, lives about ten minutes away. They had him over for Thanksgiving dinner and he got into a huge fight with the wife. Neither the husband or the wife had seen him since."
"Names," Sherlock said. "I need names."
"The husband's name is Anthony Johnson," Lestrade informed them. "The wife's name was Theresa Johnson. And one of the suspects, the family friend, his name is Robert Jackson."
"Who are the other suspects?" asked Sherlock.
"Brittany White, Theresa's sister," Lestrade said. "She and Theresa never got along, would always fight, even right in front of Anthony and Theresa's kids. According to Anthony, Brittany once tried to steal a boat load of cash from Theresa."
"Theresa's rich?" Sherlock said. "But then why does she live in this part of town?"
"Apparently she was saving up, for her kids," Lestrade said. "Life insurance, health insurance, things like that. School tuitions. College. She isn't extremely rich, but-"
"But apparently she had enough that her sister wanted to steal some," Sherlock finished. "Let's have a look at the body."
John's PoV:
The body was horrible. So horrible, in fact, that even John could hardly stand to look at her. In Afghanistan, John had seen some pretty awful things, but he couldn't handle much more than this. Her head was bashed in with what looked like a hammer, but there was a bullet wound in her chest. "Shot 2 times in the chest," Sherlock murmured to himself. "The killer hit her on the head with the gun."
"The gun did that?" John said, surprised. "Looks to me like a hammer did it."
"Use your eyes, John," Sherlock said, and John did in fact use his eyes - he rolled them. "The killer used the flat side of the gun to hit her on the head."
"He could have used the handle of the hammer," John suggested.
"Wood couldn't have done that much damage," Sherlock argued. "It was a gun." He bent down to take a closer look and John felt a rush of concern when Sherlock turned away and put his hand over his eyes.
"Sherlock, you okay?" John reached down and put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder.
"I can't..." Sherlock took deep breaths. "It's too much, I can't." He rushed out of the room, John close behind him.
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