Disclaimer- Nothing is mine except for crappy plot line~
Author's notes- The first chapter seemed too boring and uneventful
So I added on Sherlock's POV since theres not much of that~
Warnings - Stalking, hobos, phone calls, and Gay dates
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Chapter 4
John/Sherlock's POV
*Ring Ring Ring* the phone rang three times and John was starting to get nervous and was just about to hang up when a voice on the other end answered.
"Hello?" a low rough voice asked.
"Oh...um, hi! Is this Sebastian...Moran?" John asked awkwardly.
"Yeah that's me." he said.
"Well, this is...me. I mean, John you know...from the bank?" he asked.
There was a pause then "Oh yeah, you're that cute one I met yesterday! You must have found my number I left you." he said his voice instantly brightening.
"Heh heh yeah that's me." John said rubbing his neck, he could already feel the sweat and it felt really stuffy in the phone booth.
"So you must have had some reason for calling me John?" Sebastian asked.
"Well, I was just wondering...if some time we could, I don't know..." He trailed off uncertainly.
"Hmm...seems to me John. That you are asking me out!" you could actually hear the smirk as he laughed out the reply.
"Oh no its not that...well uh I guess it kinda is-" he broke off as he thought he saw a long dark coat flickering through the crowd. Or was that a hallucination?
Did he just see a long blue scarf waving in the wind? He had to hurry this conversation up, he really didn't want Sherlock to find out about this little chat and bust in and ruin everything.
"Yeah...I want to go on a date with you." he admitted a little hesitantly.
"Ok! We can do it tonight at 5:30. Good for you?" Sebastian said brightly.
"Yeah ok!" John said quickly.
"Angelo's sound good? I've heard it's a good restaurant but I've never eaten there before." Sebastian asked. John silently cursed to himself.
"Yeah that's good I'll be there at 5:30." John said.
"Ok see you there!" Sebastian said and hung up.
He put the phone up, opened the door of the phone booth, and stepped into the cool air. He tried to calm himself down as he hailed a cab and checked his watch as he sat down and shut the door.
It was 5:00 he had 30 minutes to be there. He guessed he would just go and wait after all better to be early than late!
The cab stopped outside the restaurant and John got out and handed the cabbie his money then zipped his jacket up. It had gotten quite cold and the temperature was dropping constantly, a sure sign of a fast approaching winter.
He checked his watch again. 5:10, he was still 20 minutes early. He looked around at all the people and caught sight of something navy blue. He was instantly alert, he looked again and noticed it was just someone's tie.
"Now I'm just paranoid." John grumbled to himself. He did have a good reason for being so as he was so close to his and Sherlock's flat, and an observant man like Sherlock would clearly see him there.
He decided he should just go inside and headed towards the door.
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Meanwhile, Sherlock had lost the cab and was walking around the phone booth John had been in looking for clues to his whereabouts.
He knew John had seen him through the crowd so he had ducked into an alleyway and was engaged in a brawl between three brutes.
By the time he had finished with them John was gone.
"He must've gotten a cab...and went somewhere. But where?" Sherlock was analysing the whole place and couldn't find anything to go on.
He would have to do the one thing he hated more than anything in the world, ask one of those boring, normal, people if they had seen where John had went.
Everyone seemed to be walking around hurriedly so they couldn't have possibly took time to see him.
He looked to his right and saw an old grungy looking man sitting on a bench. He was obviously homeless and had been in a number of street fights judging by his scars.
With a little hesitation Sherlock switched on his "normal" face and strode over to the man.
"Hi!" Sherlock said brightly smiling at the man. The man looked up at him and grunted as if in a greeting.
"Umm..would you care to tell me if uh...you've seen a short blonde man with a jacket and striped sweater on get into a cab over here?" He was doing great with his acting today.
"Yeah." he huffed and there was a couple of seconds of silence before Sherlock replied "Uhhh...could you tell me which way he went?"
"Yeah I'll tell ya," the man wheezed "If ya gimme somethin' in return that is." he grinned showing his grimy yellowed teeth.
Now Sherlock frowned a little, "Uh, what would you like?" he asked.
"Sex, money, food, a home. You name it. But I'd like that warm scarf ya got 'round your neck right now, I'm freezin'!" he chuckled.
"Well at least he didn't try anything, that wouldn't have resulted well." Sherlock thought to himself.
"Oh, yeah sure!" he said and handed him his scarf. "He went towards Baker street that-away." he said and pointed ahead.
"Thanks." he mumbled and walked quickly back towards Baker St.
"Why would he be going back to the flat? Did his date dump him? Ugh, Now I have to get a new scarf. Can't believe he tricked me!" Sherlock grumbled angrily as he walked.