"Sherlock, you really need to slow down! I am not as fast as you, nor as smart!" I shouted after my bloody obnoxious friend.
He didn't listen, just went about his normal business, running about and pretending he didn't hear me, but I know he did. He always listened to me, even if it seemed irrelevant. He was bloody loyal, no matter how obnoxious he was, & I couldn't hate him for long.
He disappeared into the London crowd, and I was forced to just about run around for a few minutes before I found him. I was baffled.
I saw him talking politely to a woman who was walking her red-haired setter. I hurried over to make sure he didn't traumatize her to much (like he always did), when I heard him ask (politely-again?) if he could pet her dog. He then knelt down, with the woman's permission, and began to stroke the dog's furry red ears. I finally arrived and started apologizing,
"I'm so sorry, my friend kind of lacks…" I began, but she cut me off.
"What do mean sorry? He just wanted to pet Rose here." She said, gesturing to the dog. I could hear Sherlock talking gently to the dog (what the ever loving hell?) and gaped at the women.
"He wasn't being annoying or obnoxious…?" I trailed off, confused as all hell.
"Of course not. He was rather polite about, despite the fact the only interest he showed was in my dog, not me." She seemed baffled as to why I would possibly think that Sherlock could be an arrogant obnoxious ass.
"Never mind." I said, "Sherlock, we need to go if we want to ask Lestrade for those case files, without him trying to tear a strip off of me."
He looked mournfully at the dog for a moment before standing up, thanking the woman, and walking purposefully towards Scotland Yard.
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Later, when we were back at the flat and I was typing up the case, (it was the gardener "Honestly John, the glasses") when I decided to ask what had been on my mind since the incident with the woman and the dog.
"So… why did you stop a woman just to pet her dog?"
"The case," was his stoic reply.
I looked skeptically at him but he was in his mind palace and lost to the world.
I was running, laughing, and then yelping when the beautiful red dog jumped on me and started licking my face, but I just laughed, petting Redbeard's soft red fur.
"Sherlock!" my mother called, "It's time for dinner!"
"Coming, Mummy!" I called back, then turned to my beautiful dog, "Come on Redbeard, you heard her! It's time for dinner." I ran off back to the house with my dog following. "We'll play pirates later. Maybe Mycroft will play too!" I said, but I didn't really think my older brother would join. He said it was childish. No matter, I have Redbeard, and Redbeard always plays with me, we were best friends, since the kids in class never seemed to like me.
I glanced over at my flatmate, who was sleeping after today's case. I thought I heard him mutter Redbeard a few times but just shrugged it off a non-sense and turned back to my computer.