Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine.
The Cab
Sherlock was in an excellent mood. He had his blogger and a triple murder inside Westminster Abbey. Life couldn't get much better than this. Well, it could if John would just, what was that saying? Oh, yes, if John would just pull his thumb out and get on with telling Sherlock that he loved him then life would be absolutely perfect.
Sherlock observed that intense stare in the reflection of John's face in the window. Oh. Superb. He was finally going to say the words. Excellent. Brilliant. He watched cautiously as John drew a deep breath.
"Sherlock?" John's voice filled the silence of the cab. It was startling and made Sherlock realize he was holding his breath.
"Yes, John." Sherlock feared his own voice was breathy.
"I…" Had that croak of a sound truly come from his unflappable little soldier? "I…um…" Really what was wrong with John? This was becoming increasingly frustrating.
"Yes, John." Sherlock gritted his teeth. He turned to look at John but the other man's gaze didn't leave the reflection in the window. He heard John's sigh and nearly sighed himself.
"Where are we going again?" John asked.
Now Sherlock did sigh. Where had his brave soldier gone? "Westminster Abbey, John."
"Oh. Right." John nodded and they both returned to staring out the windows into the rainy London night.
Sherlock's good mood had evaporated.