The Dinner at Angelo's
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Anderson smiled as he looked at Angelo's Italian restaurant and wrapped his arm around Sally's waist. It was the perfect place to take Sally for their date. It was small, out of the way, and romantic looking. It was also a place his wife would never set foot in. Sally and he had only ever been casual but sometimes it was nice to share a romantic night out that would end the way he wanted it to instead of in another fight. He walked into the small Italian restaurant and smiled at the server. The server gave a polite smile back and escorted Anderson and Sally to a small table where he gave them each a menu and asked what they would like to order. Feeling in the mood to splurge he ordered a bottle of Sally's favorite wine and basked in her adoring look. While they were looking over the menu however he looked up and what he saw caused his jaw to drop.
Standing in the front of the restaurant in all his coat and scarf wearing glory was Sherlock Holmes holding open the door to let the woman behind him into the restaurant. She was short with ashen blonde hair cut into an almost military looking pixie cut. Her face was tanned and lined but he wouldn't say she looked old she looked around his age maybe a bit older. She had on an ugly jumper that looked like day old oatmeal, jeans, and a black jacket that was much more flattering than the jumper. What was truly surprising though was that Sherlock was laughing and it didn't sound fake or put on his deep baritone easily carrying through the room.
The server led them to a table right by the door and Anderson scowled, Sherlock just had to ruin everything didn't he? His date night with Sally just had to be in the same restaurant Sherlock had decided to take one of his clients to. Well he tried to ignore the two but it was hard because every few minutes one of them would burst out laughing and Anderson began to doubt that the mystery woman was a client. The thought that she could be Sherlock's date went through his brain but was immediately dismissed. Sherlock would never go on a date and if he did Anderson could only picture someone like him. Of course by date he meant plot fest because let's face it Sherlock wouldn't know what to do in life outside his own little psycho world.
Anderson and Sally ordered their dinner and waited to be served their meals but their romantic night out had been ruined by the bane of their existence. They couldn't chat nicely because Sherlock was there and Anderson was beginning to get paranoid that the only reason Sherlock was there was to spy on them so he could spill more of their private lives to the rest of the yard. Sally sneered after a particularly loud laugh rang out through the room pointing at the two of them with her fork. "They really need to shut up." Anderson raised his glass in approval and joined her in glaring at the two.
Their not so romantic date night was interrupted yet again when a large fellow with a pony tail walked up to Sherlock's' table and put his arm around the self-proclaimed sociopath. His voice was loud and boisterous as he offered the two of them 'anything on the menu, whatever they'd like free of charge'. Now Anderson did not consider himself a jealous man, but when Sherlock Holmes of all people got free food from the owner of the restaurant on the perfect date night he'd planned for Sally he got angry. So did Sally judging from the disgusted look on her face.
They got through their dinner somehow, eating pasta that now seemed overpriced when Sherlock was eating for free. They kept suspicious eyes on the couple and watched them though neither of them was sure what they were looking for. There had to be something wrong there, no one laughed with Sherlock. Plenty of people laughed at him but to the two police officers the idea of someone genuinely liking Sherlock just wasn't possible. The night went on and somehow it had turned from a pleasant date night to let's try and spy on Sherlock night. It was boring but only because they were too far away from Sherlock and the woman they had decided was his date to hear anything. For the first time Anderson regretted being too far away from Sherlock.
The woman left from the table a small smile on her face as she laughed going toward the ladies. Sherlock began to fidget when she was out of sight. To say that they were surprised was an understatement it was out of character for him to say the least. He took a large sip from his wine and when the woman came back from the ladies he met her halfway and dropped to one knee. Sally spit her wine and Anderson was sure he choked on his. The woman was crying as Sherlock slipped the ring he'd shown to her when he knelt and put it on her finger as she nodded enthusiastically.
"The Freaks getting married." Sally croaked out sounding depressed and horrified. Her skin had gone a shade of white that made her look anemic and Anderson hoped he didn't look the same. All Anderson could do was nod his head blankly as he watched the happy couple proceed to kiss to the point of indecency in the middle of the restaurant. It was official his date night was ruined.
Some other Yarders get the spotlight at last. I can't say that I'm adverse to Mollcroft or suggestions so you'll be seeing those two eventually they may even get a bonus chapter where Sherlock finds out that they are together. I think he must be, to deal with being a tissue to his drunk sister-in-law it must be true love. Thank yous to everyone, who read, reviewed, followed, and/or favorited.