This is probably the most legit thing I have ever attempted to write. That is why it is so hard. When I write it I think it's great, but reading it, not so much. But when I go to fix it, I don't know what to do! HELP!
Sherlock was as silent as stone on the train. He'd given John the brief synopsis he'd heard on the phone, but beyond that he refused to say a word.
Though, to his credit, most of what John asked him could be classified as sentiment; which he just didn't acknowledge whatsoever.
"I know you've had your histories and all that, but he's your brother, for goodness sake!" John pressed to him for what felt like the hundredth time. "Now, tell me what you're thinking or I swear…!"
But John never finished the threat. At that moment the train pulled into the station and Sherlock Holmes was standing, retrieving his carry-on bag and preparing to disembark.
From the station they once again, rented a car, not dissimilar to the one they'd rented a few weeks prior when working for their client, Henry Knight.
John drove, giving him a chance to think while he focused on the bumpy trail and hone his argument, carefully choosing the best words to elicit at least a verbal response.
"So, we're breaking into a top-secret government research facility."
Sherlock nodded lightly.
"Again."
Another nod.
"Do we have a plan this time?"
Sherlock paused for a decent length of time, tilted his head, as though he didn't understand and after a moment, shrugged.
"How the hell did Moriarty manage to subdue the whole thing anyway? Is there a bomb somewhere?"
"Maybe if you would give me time to think John I could work out some of these conundrums which seem to be plaguing you!" Sherlock snapped, spitting out his words in a stream of sudden fury.
John was silenced. Sherlock hadn't truly lost his temper in a long time. John wondered whether Sherlock growing a temper had more to do with Mycroft, or Moriarty.
As they approached the dirt roads which lead to the research center, they were suddenly assaulted by the wailing of sirens that signaled the approach of a police vehicle. John checked his rear-view and found that a large black van was speeding towards them, hurtling over the mounds in the road and lurching dangerously forward.
"Um…"
"Pull over." Sherlock said tersely.
John steered the large van off the road, and to his sickly surprise the black van followed suit. The sirens died suddenly, though the flashing lights continued to cast a lurid gleam in his rear view mirror.
"Uh, Sherlock?"
"Don't panic." Sherlock said, sensing John tensing beside him.