Pain
Chapter 1 Dogs are Barking.
Yes here I am with yet another new story! What can I saw Sherlock is just too addictive to leave alone. I am jumping onto the band wagon of the 'five times...and the one time...' framework but I love those stories and these series of stories I've had in my mind fit the framework perfectly! As always i'd love to hear your thoughts so please leave me a review! Thank you!
Disclaimer
Sadly it's not mine but I did have lunch in Speedys! That counts for something right?
John first noticed there was something wrong when they walked with Lestrade to the station but he knew better than to say anything to him. He tried to watch him surreptitiously but he couldn't have chose a worse person to do this with. He stood trying to watch Sherlock as he reeled off weather reports from his phone to show why as usual Scotland Yard's theory was wrong when he felt a text come through. He sighed slightly as he tried to pull his phone out so he could read it hoping Sherlock wouldn't notice. The last thing he needed was a lecture from the detective about loosing focus.
'Stop staring at me it's annoying and focus.'
He smiled slightly and bit back a laugh. What else did he expect from Sherlock? "If you both insist on invading our station the very least you could do is pay attention," Anderson complained.
"Sorry," John muttered blushing furiously as he shoved the phone back in his pocket ignoring the fleeting ice cold dagger from Sherlock.
He watched Sherlock as he moved slowly round the office itching to go after the suspect he had just proved was infact their man. "Can we go now, we're wasting time. Don't you do enough of that when i'm not here?" Sherlock complained.
"We've got to follow procedure Sherlock," Lestrade said turning back to the pile of papers before him causing Sherlock to huff in annoyance.
John watched him pace the room but it was different from his usual hurried impatient movements that he'd seen countless times in this room and else where. He movements seemed more jilted and guarded. Sherlock was definitely in pain but he couldn't work out what from. He seemed totally fine this morning but right now there was definitely something wrong
"Sherlock would you stay at peace. We will get this done a lot faster if you just stay at peace and let us finish," Lestrade snapped.
Sherlock sighed and muttered some derogatory comment under his breath that Lestrade chose to ignore. John watched him fidget impatiently by the door but the closer he watched him the clearer it became that he wasn't just fidgeting he was uncomfortable. He was steadily becoming more concerned as he made himself not watch Sherlock shift his weight almost painfully between his feet. On more than one occasion he saw his eyes flick towards the chair in the office but of course his pride and stubbornness would never allow him to sit down.
"Now we can go," Lestrade said at last as he set the paperwork on his desk.
"Finally," Sherlock said striding towards the door but John noticed he was still moving awkwardly clearly in some kind of pain and for a brief second when he was told he could go he looked almost loathed to have to move again.
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"Shit," Lestrade cursed as their suspect ran off the second they moved to arrest him. He refused to think of how they should have listened to Sherlock and not all approached at once but there was no way he was letting Sherlock literally catch another criminal that was his job. He was sure there would be plenty of time later for Sherlock to point out the error of his ways.
"God sake," Sherlock muttered taking off after him but for once John was easily able to keep up with him. Sherlock was now very clearly limping and struggling to even near the speed he needed to catch the guy they could see ahead. "Got your gun? He asked John quickly.
"Yeah," John said warily.
"You're a good shot, make yourself useful and use it," he hissed as they still made after the guy their pace slowing dramatically as Sherlock appeared to having difficultly walking never mind running after a criminal.
"What the hell is going on?" Lestrade yelled catching up to him.
"John is about to catch you your criminal," Sherlock said dully.
"What?" Lestrade demanded as John shot at the man grazing his leg so not to severely injure him but enough to knock him off his feet to allow Lestrade and his team to arrest him.
"I believe our work here is done lets go John," Sherlock said leaving Lestrade and his team staring after them in shock.
"Sherlock, why are you looking for a cab? We are about ten minutes from home. It will be faster to just walk," John pointed out.
"We're getting a taxi, well I am, you can walk if you want," Sherlock said letting out an almost inaudible sigh of relief as he was able to stop a taxi.
"For God sake," John muttered climbing in after Sherlock.
"Baker Street," Sherlock said ignoring the driver's inquisitive look at the short journey before shrugging and driving off.
"You going to tell me what's going on yet?" John asked quietly.
"Nothing is going on," Sherlock said as he paid the driver waiting for John to get out before following behind.
Sherlock slightly before climbing the stairs. Letting out yet another sigh, this time of relief when he got to their door. John was starting to seriously worry.
Sherlock got into the flat standing in their hall pulling off his shoes gasping with the relief it brought. "Damn shoes," he muttered hobbling into his room for his slippers.
He could hear John's laughter from the living room as he at last understood. "So that's what all that was about, you had sore feet?" John asked through his giggles.
"Yes from the new shoes I had to buy after my last pair got ruined chasing Bob Thomas through that field should get at least an additional two years for the inconvenience this caused me," he muttered.
"You are an idiot. You wore new shoes when you knew we could be walking and running a lot without breaking them in? Honestly for a bright man you can be incredibly thick at times," he said watching Sherlock limp into the living room before flopping down on the couch.
"Not got time for that," he snapped.
"You don't have time for sore feet either," John pointed out with a smirk.
"Shut up!" Sherlock snapped.
"Still at least one good thing came from this," John mused.
"What?" Sherlock demanded.
"They are definitely broken in now so they will be dead comfy from now on," John said dissolving again into giggles while Sherlock sighed and turned over on the couch.
"Dogs are barking? Seriously?" Sherlock demanded the next day as he saw the title for John's latest blog entry.
If you get the joke from John's blog title let me know! I got the idea for this story from my latest trip to London where my feet were that sore from walking round London I had to buy a new pair of shoes!