Sherlock: The Consulting Detective Jones: Chapter 2

'How many patches?' sighed John, watching Sherlock intently from the armchair. In place of a reply, Sherlock, still with his eyes closed, rolled up his sleeve to reveal seven pale white nicotine patches up his arm.

'Sherlock! You can't need seven! You don't even have a case!'

'It must be so fun being as naive as you. I can't figure it...her out. She's...so infuriatingly...brilliant!' Sherlock stood up, screamed, and pulled Watson's pistol from his pocket. He aimed it at the wall.

'Sherlock, give me back my gun. Actually, how in hell did you get that?'

'Sarah. She doesn't like having it at the surgery.' He fired it at the wall, threw it to John, and fell backwards into his lying position. He closed his eyes once more, pressed his hands tightly together, and the room fell silent. And then, it all became clear to John. Sherlock having never experienced infatuation of any kind as a teenager, no lust, was having extreme difficulties coping with these kinds of emotions. This sudden revelation amused him, and he started to laugh.

'Oh Sherlock. Do you want to talk about it?'

'No. Go away John.'

'Tell me about it. You keep eyeballs in your fridge, I'm pretty sure you can handle a nice chat.'

'Fine.' Sherlock sat up, and looked witheringly at his companion. 'She's so...so...I don't know, she's just, different from all the other mindless women I know.'

'I see. What is it that you like about her.'

'I fail to see how this helps.'

'Just answer the question.'

'Ugh. You are such an irritating man, John. Fine. I like the way she walks, the way her hair hangs awkwardly, like she really doesn't care, but makes the effort to try. I like her eyes, normally from someones eyes I can tell their exact thoughts, but with hers, I can't. They're like a locked door, and I want to unlock it. And...John...she kissed me. Like a proper kiss, not just a friendly thing. Why the hell would she do that? What the hell is happening to me?'

'Firstly, friendly kissing? And secondly, it's quite simple. You are experiencing an extreme infatuation, like what the rest of us had to deal with at about 16.'

'The French, kiss, as a greeting.' Sherlock said, before staring intently at the floor.

John was about to reassure him this was normal, when Sherlock's phone rang. Sherlock said a series of short agreements, before hanging up.

'John, we have a new case.'

'Does that mean...will she...'

'YES! BRILLIANT!' shouted Sherlock, jumping about madly. John was sure he'd never seen his friend behave like this. But he was loving every second of this.