John smirked. Sherlock was pouting in the cab while Serena was trying to coax him to come into the building. "Come on Sherlock, I promise you'll like what you see. Please?"
"I don't like surprises Serena, you know that. Tell me what's going on or I stay in the cab."
The cabbie looked back. "I've got places to go sir. My kid's ballet recital is at four-thirty. Mind leaving anytime?"
Sherlock gave the man a withering look and stepped out of the cab. The cab drove away and Sherlock sat on the sidewalk. "I will not leave this spot until you tell me what is going on."
Serena sighed and looked to John for help. She was beautiful when she was fed up with Sherlock's shenanigans. "Wait, this is my best friend's girlfriend. I can't be having these thoughts." John nodded to himself and hoisted Sherlock off the ground. "Come on Sherlock. It involves one of your favorite things."
Sherlock perked up. "Murder? It involves murder?" He grinned like a school boy on Christmas. "Why didn't you tell me? Let's go!" He dashed into the building and left Serena and John behind.
Serena laughed. "I thought I was supposed to be the first thing he thought of when he was asked about his favorite things. I guess I was wrong. Thank you John." Serena patted his arm and went after Sherlock.
John let out a breath. Serena was Sherlock's girlfriend, and that meant she was off limits.
