Sherlock POV
I jumped out of the bed and basically run to pick up my phone. I hope it was a case anything to just get out of the house for a few hours.
I talked to Lestrade for a few minutes and then started to get ready to leave. John moved closer to me. He asked if he could come with me. I took a deep breath and told him now.
I flagged a cab down to take me to the scene. I was lost in though for the most part. Why would John want me? He doesn't know how broken I am. In the end I am just a worthless freak. The only reason people put up with me is because I can give them something they can't do on there own. They don't really care if there happens something with me. And why would they?
When I got to the murder I could clearly see what happen how the rest couldn't surprised me. I wonder how it would be to have a normal brain. To think like a normal person. Donovan and Anderson were unfortunately the first two people I had to see when I arrived there. Called me a freak like always. Maybe they are right maybe that is all I am. Just a no good freak.
My jaw clenched for a moment. I hate this.
At least they let me trough with a little bit less of a hassle than the last case. When I saw the body I could clearly see it was murder. Lestrade thought it was suicide. But it is a little bit to much trouble to kill yourself of without using your dominate hand. The victim was a left handed lady and she was shot from the right side. I could see from the bruise on her arm that she was in a abusive relationship. It quickly became a game of cat and mouse to catch her boyfriend. I felt the trill of the hunt go trough me.
Before I know it the case was over and I was on my why home.
The apartment was quiet when I got there which made me glad. I hope John went to bed so that we just can leave it for a while longer. To ignore everything of importance he wants to talk about.
Unfortunately for me was he still siting up and waiting for me. I stilled when I saw him. I wanted to run to my room and just forget about it ever happened.
"Sit down Sherlock." I immediately sat down. I know that type of voice. It was the voice of you are warned don't push it or you will get hurt. I felt my breathing pick up. John won't hurt me, or would he? I could feel the panic clawing at my chest when his voice broke trough my thoughts. "I know you don't want to talk about it Sherlock and I will leave it for now. But I need you to tell me how you hid your scent. They just recently started with suppressant for omega."
I can't. Not doing this again. He would hate me if he knows the truth. I don't want him to hate me.
"Sherlock?" I could feel my breathing speed up when I realized he was even closer to me than a few moments ago. I tried to move backwards but there wasn't anymore space to go.
"Sherlock either something happened or you did something to make it stop?" His sentence almost didn't made sense to me but I hope he won't hate me when he knows the truth. "I did it. I made a cocktail to make sure it doesn't happen again." "And what was the effect of this cocktail Sherlock?" "No heats, no scents. The biology was a little bit rewritten."
I felt tears burning my eyes. I must have made a sound because John was lifting up my head. I tried to not look him in the eyes. When he pulled me to his chest and slowly cradling his fingers trough my hair I started to cry.
Tbc