Here you go! Another chapter for this story will be up soon. Plus another AU Story for Sherlock. I will try to write more but I hardly find the time to. so yeah. Enjoy.
I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK. HE BELONGS TO THE BBC!
According to Lestrade it was pretty ordinary day. Well if you could call serial suicides normal. Sherlock was assisting them once again, and he was once again telling them all the leads to catch the perp, all within 5 minutes of walking in the door and up the staircase.
"Well it was really quite obvious, but of course you with your little brains can't figure it out. Wet coat, so it was raining, so is the underside of her collar, so it was windy, but not just windy, since she has a dry umbrella, plus since her coat is still wet it must be at least an hour since she got here. Checking the weather forecast the only place around her that was due to rain and have strong winds within an hour of here, Cardiff." Amazing, Lestrade thought. He is really quite good at this, despite what Anderson and Donavon say.
" Look for-" BEEP! Sherlock's phone goes off. Oh well that was unexpected. Sherlock usually doesn't answer the phone when deducting. Perhaps he is expecting something.
Lestrade watches as Sherlock takes one long look at his phone with wide eyes and a look of -fear? Sadness? Shock? Or perhaps all three?- Tears start to well in Sherlock's eyes, which is also quite unexpected. Lestrade continues to watch as Sherlock furiously tries to blink away all of the tears and only allowing one rouge tear to fall silently down his face? What on earth was enough to provoke Sherlock bloody Holmes of all people to cry?
Sherlock stood up abruptly and started towards the door. but not leaving before speaking to Lestrade.
"L-lestrade" Sherlock's voice breaks at his name. Now he is worried. It sounds like he is about to die, for goodness sakes!
"I will be ne-eeding a f-few days off, emotional l-leave" Sherlock forced out and left. Donovan looked at Lestrade. What the bloody hell was that about? Donovan asked with her eyes? Emotional troubles Lestrade mouthed at her and shrugged.
Lestrade's previous encounter with Sherlock left him feeling far too worried for his Consulting detective. What could have gotten the alleged 'sociopath' so wound up? Mycroft? No he would never openly should affection towards his brother. Mrs Hudson? No he seemed un-phased by her well being. He didn't think that he knew or cared enough about anybody else to get so worked up over them.
He finally decided to put his mind at rest and decide to call Sherlock.
"Hello? Sherlock, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling great, you?" Hmm. He defiantly sounds happier than before.
"Good. So Sherlock about be-" Sherlock cut him off.
"Actually Lestrade, I am going to need a few days off, you know for personal reasons" Lestrade's mouth gaped open. Sherlock willingly giving up a case? Something must be wrong.
There was a crash from the background of Sherlock's side.
"OOOH, Got to go now Graham. You can ask me whatever it was later. BYE!" Graham Sherlock was going to have to learn his name sooner or later.
Lestrade was pacing his room, trying to contemplate the meaning of Sherlock's vigorous mood swing. Last time Lestrade saw Sherlock like this was when he was- Oh no- Using. There was to be another drugs bust in order at 221b Baker street.
Lestrade and his drugs bust gang arrived at 221b Baker street and walked straight in and started to set up. Sherlock wasn't home so this was going to be easier than expected. They all got on with their job, they had almost searched the whole flat, excluding Sherlock's bedroom, when the man himself walked through the front door.
Lestrade had just sent Donovan to enter Sherlock's room when he heard shouting.
"DO NOT GO IN THERE!" Sherlock shouted, most likely at Donovan.
"Why not Freak? You could be hiding something in there" Sally responded sarcastically.
"You think I am doing drugs again?"
"Of course, freak." Lestrade heard a bang.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THERE!"
"JESUS, freak no need to get all over protective of your precious little room, but I have to go in there" Sherlock grunted and surprisingly so did the room. Sally backed away from the door and walked towards Lestrade.
"It appears that either freak has gotten himself a girlfriend or boyfriend or has kidnapped someone and is planning their murder." She smirked.
It had been a week since that strange encounter with Sherlock at the drugs bust and they still had seen any sign of him. Their current predicament with the serial suicide case was not getting anywhere without his help and he was nowhere to be seen. That was when he made the decision again to get in contact with Sherlock again.
From: Lestrade
To: Sherlock Holmes
Where are you? We need your help on the Serial suicide case.
From: Sherlock Holmes
To: Lestrade
Busy -SH
Humph, that got them nowhere then. He had still yet to check Sherlock's room for drugs, so he grabbed his coat and walked back to 221b.
He opened up the door and walked in. Mrs Hudson greeted him.
"Hello, nice to see you again. Are you looking for Sherlock deary?"
"Umm. Yes I am, I nee-" He was cut off by Mrs Hudson.
"Ah. I wouldn't if I were you. I think they just got back together and I don't think they want to be interupted."
Lestrade blushed and walked silently back out of the flat. That defiantly explained the mood swings and the absence.
Back at the crime scene, Sherlock had finally arrived, with a short blond man in tow.
"Hello, nice to see you back, Sherlock!" Lestrade greeted back his consulting detective warmly.
"Hello Lestrade." Sherlock replied less fondly.
"Ahh, Hello freak! Who have you got there? Did you kidnap him?" Sally joined in on the conversation. The man behind Sherlock tensed at the word freak.
"Hello, Sally I presume, I am John Watson, I am Sherlock's new... Colleague, I am helping him out with a few things" John was obviously trying to suppress a giggle. Sally responded to the hand out stretched towards her, by ignoring it.
"Who would want to spend time with freak?"
Sherlock ignored her and started on the case. This new John guy was defiantly trying to not kill Donovan right now.
Sherlock had solved the case finally! It was the cabbie, obviously! They were all walking away when suddenly Anderson had gotten involve. Whilst working together Sally and John had warmed up to each other so the conversation was civil. That was until Anderson joined in. Anderson couldn't imagine why anybody would spend time with Sherlock, let alone help them. So he asked in the only way he could, via insults.
"So how many times did he have to drug you?"
"Why didn't you try to run like the rest of them?"
"Are you a freak to?"
"Are you being held at gun point?" At the word gun John tensed again and started to shake, a lot. One could even say that he was going into shock. That or having a terrible flash back. Sherlock rushed to the shivering blonds side and pulled them into an embrace whilst whispering comforts into their ears. Anderson had gone too far this time, he was going to need a good chatting to when they got back. if they got back judging by the looks that Sherlock was giving Anderson, it wouldn't be surprising if one of them didn't return.
When the blond man stood up, he grabbled for support which Sherlock gave to him willingly. They walked off towards their car, when they stopped, facing each other and nodded. They both had an intense look in their eyes. What was happening? His question was answered when Sherlock lent down and pressed his lips onto John's.
"Freaks got a boyfriend!" Anderson shouted at the happy couple.
"Husband, actually!" Sherlock shouted back and he walked back to the car once more, with John's hand in his.
Anderson's mouth was open as the pair drove away. Well that explains the drug addict-esque mood swings. Love is a drug.
