"Oh but John you are missing it, look look with your eyes"
"I don't know what it is you want me to be seeing Sherlock"
"The body"
"We'll yes I can see that. What is it doing in front of my morning tea?"
"I ran out of room in the kitchen" Sherlock said nodding towards the kitchen but not looking up from the body now lying naked at johns feet.
"Dose lestrade know you have this guy Sherlock?"
"Oh Molly will have found the body missing when she got into work this morning, I'm sure lestrade will know" Sherlock looked up at the clock on the wall "oh right about now I would get dressed John I fear we may be taking a trip down to Scotland yard"
John stood there in his striped pajamer bottoms and old green shirt with his even older dressing gown, holding his favorite cup in his hand watching Sherlock climb all over the body he had draped along the floor. Sherlock was wearing his normal black pants but hadn't gotten as far as putting shoes on, or maybe he had pulled them of after he took the body? Sherlock was wearing a deep purple top that fit his like it was his own skin, his normal trench coat thrown off to the side.
He look amazing the the shirt, John physically took a step back making Sherlock look up, where had that come from.
" John "
" yeah what"
"Dressed lestrade will be he in oo in about 2 minutes"
" oh will he" John said in a daze
Sherlock looked up at John with his sharp gaze trying to figure out what happened to John in those few seconds he looked away, "john" standing up he brought his face up close to the side of johns face. He could see johns Adam's apple bob up and down in his throte as he swallowed
" John" he repeated " what happened?"
John seemed to try and snap out of what ever it was the he was in, since the first day sherlock had meet John he had not been able to read him like he could others he had to try harder and even then it was the bear minimum.
John started to shuffle towards his room mumbling a agreement about how he had to get dressed, sherlock sat down in his chair stepping over the body and completely for getting about it. What had been wrong with John. Sherlock didn't get much time to think about it as soon there was a knock on the door and the sound of mr Hudson opening the door, John walked in fully dressed just as lestrade burst threw the front door.
"YOU STOLE A BLOODY BODY FOM THE MORGE, WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING SHERLOCK"
" I was thinking that I needed a body for a experiment and no one was using thi one"
" no one was using it, blimy Sherlock this man has a family that's waiting to berry him and you steel him because yo have a experiment you want to do"
"Yes"
" oh and how did that work out for you"
" not like I thought it would at all, you can have the body back I don't need him any more"
" what really, I was expecting you to put up a fight"
Sherlock watched as some people in police uniform walked in with a body bag an started to place next to the man.
" no I learned all I can, now unless you have a case for me I would ask you to kindly leave"
Lestrade started to lead the the men out the door but hesitated "Sherlock?"
" yes"
" I hate to ask but what did you learn from this man"
" oh not much really except anytime for what ever I need a body I know where I can get one with out much trouble at all"
Lestrade did not seem happy with the answer but he knew it was all he was going to get from the mysterious Sherlock Holmes.
After lestrade had left what he had said wirld in sherlocks mind, what did he learn from the man.
Well there was John who had not said a thing the hole time lestrade was here and was now still sitting on his chair with a strange look of his face the Sherlock just could not figure out. Was this because of the face the man was dead or the fact the man was naked, what was wrong with his John Watson? It couldn't be because he was dead no, he had seen plenty of that he was a war doctor he would have seen worse.
So what was it.
" what's wrong with you John, please tell me it kills me to see you like this" ... Nothing of course John had gone out. " I love you John please tell me what's wrong"
Sherlock sat in his chair facing Johns. This was the only time he could talk to John like this, even if it was a ghost sitting in his chair.
Sherlock sat like that talking out all his problems in till John came home.
" I got milk Sherlock, and bread and that tea you like"
Sherlock sat watching John go on about what he had bought at the store, he seemed more like him self, that was in till he turned around and his face dropped. Going back into the mood that Sherlock could just not under stand John shuffled back to his chair staring at Sherlock but not really seeing anything. This really was not like John at all.
Where had that come from, John physically took a step back making Sherlock look up. He had never thought of Sherlock like that, why would he it was Sherlock. It was just something about that skin tight purple shirt.
" John?"
" yeah what" what could Sherlock possibly want he never took his mind the case or what ever play thing he had coin that morning, what could make him now look up from what he was doing.
" dressed lestrade will be in about oo in about 2 minuets"
"Oh will he" Juno could not stop thinking about that shirt that god damn shirt, "John" sherlocks voice interrupted johns thoughts, standing up Sherlock brought his face right up close to the side of johns face, god damn he was so close. Swallowing he could feel sherlocks breath on his neck.
" John, what happened"
Sherlock seemed almost panicky now, was he ill, why was he ignoring the now naked body on the ground. God why did he have to do that here it only ever brought back memories from the war.
He had to snap out of this, slightly shaking his head John mumbled agreement that he didn't want lestrade seeing him in his old dressing gown and started shuffling towards his room stepping over the body as he went.
John fell on to his bed, laying there for a few seconds he truer sorting threw what had just happened. He was still lying there when he heard the sound of the front door opening, John hurried to get dressed and out back to the lounge room to see what lestrade was going to do.
"YOU STOLE A BLOODY BODY FOM THE MORGE, WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING SHERLOCK"
" I was thinking that I needed a body for a experiment and no one was using this one"
" no one was using it, blimy Sherlock this man has a family that's waiting to berry him and you steel him because yo have a experiment you want to do"
Ah you could always trust Sherlock to prove once again that he didn't have the same human feelings as the rest of us.
"Yes"
" oh and how did that work out for you"
" not like I thought it would at all, you can have the body back I don't need him any more"
" what really, I was expecting you to put up a fight"
So was John, Sherlock never gave up an experiment, what had he learned was he trying to make John uncomfortable. John looked up and lestrade and the other ofecers where gone and he was once again alone with Sherlock.
"We need a few things Sherlock, I'm just going to go down to the shop"
Sherlock was in his own world and didnt move when John was talking.
" good bye"
Sherlock flinched this time leaving John wondering what the hell was wrong with him as he rode the can down to the shop.
After walking around the shop for a while John started to feel better, good enough to head back to 221b. As soon as John walked threw the door he knew it was a mistake he could never be the same here again at least not for a while. John decided that he was just going to army threw it. When ever there was a problem in the army unless it was going to hurt people you turns your head and just kept going, and that was what he was going to do. He walked straight past Sherlock sitting in his chair and straight in to the kitchen and started rambling off all the things he had bought, he only now noticed that it was all of sherlocks favourite food. John looked up to see if Sherlock had notices. He hadn't instead he was sitting staring at John with the worried panicky look on his face again. Oh god his check bones when he pulled that face. He was just sitting there in the skin tight purple top and the equally tight black pants. He looked like had hadn't moved since John left.
John felt his face fall and left the shopping sitting on the table. John sat down on his chair and Sherlock turned to face him, staring at Sherlock but not really seeing anything.
John could feel the eyes of the other man stare into him but what was he suppose to do. John knew what he wanted to do, but no not with Sherlock. Feeling sudnley uncountable in his own flat John got up to go to bed,
" we'll then I'm going to go to bed, been a long day... All of the 3 hours of it, but I'm not feeling well you will have to work on the cases with out me for a while infill I get better, night sherlock"
With that he started walking to his room, closing the door before the heard the faint reply
" goodnight my John, I hope you feel better"