Chapter 2: Who knew stupidity could be funny?
"Come on Sherlock" said John when he saw his friend looking to Anderson in not an actually friendly way.
A couple of days passed since the kitchen accident and none of them talk about it since John made Sherlock clean the hole kitchen, obviously Sherlock made himself look like a victim saying that his hand was useless and that he couldn't do anything in his condition, so John had an idea. He forbade him take any case until his hand would be totally recover and then he clean the kitchen. John left the apartment just for an hour because he needed tea and milk from the supermarket and when he returned the kitchen was totally clean and Sherlock had the inspector Lestrade on the phone looking for a new case. "He is so predictable" Thought John happy to see his friend ready for a new case.
" How can someone be so stupid!" Screamed Sherlock getting John back to the reality.
"Sherlock, what did we talk about insulting people on public?" John whispered in Sherlock's ear while he was carrying him out side the crime scene.
" But John this is a new level of stupidity even for Anderson! Every clue says that the husband is the killer and he still think that his is not guilty!" Sherlock's voice sounded exasperating as if he wanted to punch anyone who was closer to him. " It'll be better if I don't keep insisting about it anyway. But it might be funny seeing Sherlock hitting Anderson's idiot face... but I don't know if Lestrade would let him see any other crime scenes after that" Thought John with a smile in his face.
"Come on Sherlock lets talk to Lestrade about the clues and let allow Anderson remain as an idiot" Said John in a peaceful tone.
Sherlock smiled a little bit, not letting John see it of curse. John was the only person capable to make Sherlock's angriness into happiness in a matter of seconds and Sherlock really appreciated it even if he didn't want it to recognize it.
When they arrived in Scoldan Yard and talked to Lestrade, Sherlock made a detailed paragraph on each of the evidences that indicated the husband was the killer, Lestrade immediately placed an order against the husband. Sherlock and John left Scorlan Yard in less 30 minutes and resolve the crime in almost 3 hours.
"That was incredible" Pointed John when they got inside a cab.
"You still say those things aloud John" - Said Sherlock trying not to smile - " And I could solved it earlier but Anderson was trying to convince me that I didn't have enough clues!"
" Well you know how he is" Sherlock looked funny to John looking for an answer "Like a pain in the ass"
Both friends started laughing and looking to each other " God bless that pain in the ass" Sherlock thought when he realise that John's hand was in his leg "unconsciously " thought Sherlock.
Just a few seconds later the cap arrived in Baker Street John paid and both men got off the cab still laughing.
When they went up the stairs, Sherlock lay down on the couch while John went to the kitchen to make some tea.
"Would John realise someday that I like how he makes me do things that I don't specially like, like clean the kitchen or not insulting people on public?" Thought Sherlock while he was looking John preparing the tea. "Since when I have this, feelings might be?" Sherlock thought nervous "This doctor of mine is making me think about things that I thought I never have to think before"
Meanwhile John was in the kitchen making the tea and thinking why he put his hand in Sherlock's leg. "Why I did it? Well we were laughing and this things happens right? It's not something weird between two friends, and why Sherlock didn't get his leg apart? Maybe he didn't feel uncomfortable or he didn't notice... What am I saying of curse he noticed HE IS SHERLOCK he notice everything!" A bit of tea full into his trousers making John sigh "Well he didn't say anything so he probably don't care about it, he might think it was something what friends do. Now lets go to the living room and pretend nothing is weird"
John arrived into the living room and Sherlock hide the silly smile he had in his face when he saw the spot of tea in his friend's trousers and how he was nervous like the day he almost fall to the ground when he hit the table and drank a bit of tea. "Mental note not let John realise any silly smile into I'll figure it out it out what it's really going on" Thought Sherlock looking back to his cup of tea.
"Why Am I do nervous? Come on John focus on the tea"
And both friends stay in silence drinking their cups of tea thinking about each other but not looking or saying a word.
So I did this chapter a bit longer I hope you all liked it and if you want anything please say it on a review. Thanks for reading :)
