Chapter two: Just a little filler
John's POV
I watched Sherlock's face as he zoned out, it made me giggle as his usually quite smooth skin scrunched up and his normally quite prominent nose wrinkled up so tightly. It was so cute. NO! It isn't, what the hell am I thinking? Now would be a good time to snap him out of it.
"Sherlock, helloooo!"
He snapped his head back round to look at me. His face was confused and kind of lost, an expression I had yet to have ever seen on Sherlock's face.
"You okay?" I questioned feeing concerned.
"Yeah, yeah fine!"He snapped with a sudden smile. He was clearly lying but i decided to leave it so we could eat in peace.
We managed to have quite a grown-up conversation during breakfast about my time in Iraq. Being a rare occasion of normal conversation i took full advantage of it. I was hoping to wonder round London for a bit but Sherlock suddenly remembered he had an experiment he had left in the microwave. I didn't ask but i desperately hoped it wasn't some more eyes.
We reached Baker Street quickly and i was fast to settle myself in front of the TV and i left Sherlock sitting comfortably at his desk to examine a decomposing finger (Thank god it wasn't an eye) from the microwave. After flicking through our endless supply of channels i eventually settled on an early morning Eastenders omnibus. I didn't really care for it so soon enough i was drifting back to sleep.
I heard the faint sound of furious typing along with a low mumble along the lines of 'ha-ha!'. Sherlock had clearly solved a case and just as i was about to tell him to finally go and get some rest he did the unthinkable. I heard the sofa creak lightly and then a small bang when Sherlock banged his head on the cupboard as he lay down. Sherlock followed advice without me even having to voice my opinion. Maybe i was finally getting though to him.
It can't have been long before i woke up as Eastenders was still on.
"RICKKKAYYY" was the totally insufferable sound that had resonated from the TV and shaken me to full consciousness.
"Good your up. I have sooo many questions!"
Oh Christ.
Sherlock's POV
John look scared. Slightly offended i wondered if my questions were really that bad.
I may have been thinking for longer than i thought though as John suddenly spoke up.
"Umm so? What questions baffle even the great Sherlock Holmes?"
"There about this programme, Eastenders I think?"
For a long moment I saw definite pride spread across John's face as he knew something i did not but this quickly faded as he remembered the argument about what i chose to keep on my hard drive (brain) many times and he knew he would loose. So, I, win, again.
I assumed John's attentive facial expression and complete silence mean t he was ready for questions so i began with the simplest.
"Who is Peggy Mitchell?" I mused. John visibly and fairly audibly sighed and laughed but i chose to ignore that as he began to answer.
"You know Phil Mitchell? Look he's on the screen now!" I looked and nodded as John finished. "Well it's his mum!" He ended his answer looking freakishly pleased with himself so i decided then to stop.
Knowing full well i could and would delete this information in just a few hours i cut off the questions there and quite simply replied;
"Dull! Boring! Pointless! Forget it!" Then with a swish of my suit I turned around to face the wall. I noticed that my voice sounded a bit angry but he knew perfectly well i was bored.
I must've managed to dose off as I woke with a start to the beeping of my phone. John was immediately standing behind me ready to read the text over my shoulder. This had become something of a ritual whenever my phone rung. It was our thing and it felt nice. Is that weird? I would have to think about that.
NEW CASE. INTERESTING ONE, PROMISE. COME TO THE YARD ALONE!-Lestrade.
I frowned. I liked having John on cases with me and Lestrade liked it too i thought. He liked the apparent effect John had on me. (I didn't see it myself)
Something was wrong , very wrong , so I went to check it out.
