Holmes- Paranoid
The collar of the coat flicked up against his cheek as he stepped out into the crisp air of Tuesday. Watson followed out behind him, closing the door to the ever famous 221B Baker Street. "Why are you suspicious of a bloody stone statue?" John questioned Sherlock as he hailed down a taxi. Sherlock glanced at him, that ever present frown on his face as he stood there, "Wasn't it obvious John?"
"No Sherlock, for once it actually wasn't obvious," John rolled his eyes as a black taxi pulled in along curb side, letting them get in.
Sherlock's slender form clambered into the back of the vehicle, Watson soon followed behind him, "So you didn't see it move, twice?"
"Twice?!" John exclaimed, the matter was an absurd one, no doubt about it but surely Sherlock was losing his mind if he really thought that statue had moved. "You do know those things are made of stone, right?"
Sherlock glanced at him before leaning forward to talk to the driver, "Triton Estate please!" He tapped the back of the seat, letting the driver know they could be on their way.
Sherlock sat back and glanced at an ever so annoyed Watson, "Of course I know John! Why do you think it suddenly ensnared my interest?" John blinked at him before shaking his head a little, yes that jump from St. Bart's hospital roof really did knock him for six and ruined his head. "But a statue, how does a statue move?!" John was rather frustrated with Sherlock now, more than normal.
Sherlock smirked a fraction as he relished silently in the torment that John was suffering in. There were days where he'd rather not breathe a word of what he thought, he wanted it all to be laid out on the table in one go. John crossed his arms as he sat there, not once did he look at Sherlock as the taxi bumbled along the busy London streets.
About ten minutes into their journey, John finally cracked and spoke, "Ok, come on then what did you see? It's not going to be another Hounds of Baskerville issue is it? I don't really want to suffer another of your mini rants." Sherlock smirked, glancing at John then his watch. Well he had time to kill, might as well do something about it and tell him what he could possibly know.
On the other hand he didn't want to admit that his eyes were playing tricks on him, possibly something he had not expected to see, but then again his cases were getting stranger over time. "Well yes and no. My eyes deceive me but there must be a perfectly logical explanation behind all of this. Until I get a closer look though, I cannot make any reasonable deductions to produce to you at this point in time."
The smirk stayed on his lips as John sat there staring at him in silence.
"You have not a clue do you?" John smirked, because if the answer was yes and no, or the fact the man needed a closer look, this told him in an instant that Sherlock, in fact, had no idea to what he had seen on the screen back at the flat. Sherlock's smirk was wiped clean off his face, "Shut up John." Thus John began to laugh to himself at this one small fact.
However, Sherlock had constantly been thinking about what he had seen on that screen and in all honesty he still had nothing to say. He could swear than in a few moments the stone statue had moved forward towards the screen by at least a few meters.