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"Is this your idea of a date?" I was reclining in Sherlock's chair again, my feet were dangling off the edge as I watched him lug crates of books around the room. I was enjoying watching him in his native habitat and it kept my mind off of the pain radiating down my shoulder and face right now. Really anything to do with Sherlock kept me occupied. He was a box of puzzles and I wanted to see what made him tick.
"I need to find the book before anything else." He replied, his back turned as he perused his own shelves. I raised a brow at that, watching his shoulders tense under the shirt's purple material. I could only guess this was to do with his code and his case.
"...a book that everyone would own." He was muttering to himself. I sighed and stood, shifting myself carefully through the stacks and stepped on a box that was on the ground to see over his head. Balancing with my hands on his shoulders, I looked through his shelves of books remembering them from the last time I'd been searching for information on him. It was an everlasting search with Sherlock Holmes. He didn't like to give much away about himself.
"What about the dictionary?" I asked curiously as I reached forwards for it and handed it down to him. I wasn't sure what code we were going off of exactly so I wasn't about to bother scanning it. I'm sure his memory could keep up anyways. He took the book and patted my hands as a non-verbal signal to move. I leaned back easily and watched him scamper off to search through the book at his desk.
Without much idea of what else to do, I started going through his books and stacking them up next to him on the desk for him to go through. I was focused on pulling out the more common ones but he seemed to have a very...specialised library.
He had books on STD's and the Plague but it wasn't like he had popular books that everyone read...well not unless everyone was interested in a serious epidemic in the 13th and 14th centuries and a modern day disease. So I stepped off my plastic crate and opened the lid, going through the books inside. Jaysus. We'd be here all fucking night with the state these were in. They were carelessly tossed into the box, some were bent and crushed and some were just facing the wrong way up making me take them out and flip 'em over.
It had to be several hours and several dozen crates that we'd gone through before John came into the flat. "Still searching then?" He sounded light but tired. I couldn't see him through the crates. I was sitting on the floor behind a few boxes and stacks of books, just close enough to hand them to Sherlock but still be able to sit on the floor. I'd gotten lazy after the first two hours or so.
"Obviously." Sherlock sighed as he flipped through another book, it was a little more pop culture centered at this point. These Harry Potter books were popular enough for me to have heard about them and have it all over the internet and England so maybe it was possible they used it?
"Right, stupid question." John mumbled, his feet were heavy as he went across the floor. I had to assume he hadn't seen me since he hadn't said hello. A door creaked open then shut signalling he'd left the room. I shifted a little, pulling a new crate over to me and opening it to search through the titles. This would be so much easier if they'd packed all of the books with their spine facing up.
Another door creaked open and slammed shut, leading me to believe John was back. "I need to get some air. We're going out tonight." Sherlock declared as he sat another book down. It sounded like we were done for the night...maybe. Sherlock was a bit of a machine at times. I leaned back onto the set of crates behind me with a small sigh, it attracted Sherlock's attention. I could see the curiosity in the blue of his eyes as he glanced back at me through the gap in between crates.
"Maybe you ought to ask Rosalyn instead. Take her out for an actual date." John suggested oddly. I raised a brow at his cock-out as it occurred to me he wasn't interested in going out with Sherlock tonight.
"Nonsense. We'll all go out." Sherlock dismissed it, not realising that John obviously had plans. I almost started to snicker at the great detective's ignorance but held it back as John started to sigh.
"Actually, I've, er, got a date." John sounded a little proud as he said it. I had to guess he had a difficult time with women.
"What?" Sherlock sounded both exasperated and incredulous.
"So you finally plucked up the courage and asked 'er?" I popped up excitedly from my sitting position and tried to peek over the crates at John. I ended up having to step on another crate to see the short man.
"Christ, have you been here the whole time? What happened to your face?" He looked taken aback, a hand over his heart. He looked nice for John's standards. A casual suit and button up, very professional but also a bit dated. I wasn't impressed.
"You look a bit like my grandfather, love. Is she 80?" I pursed my lips, waving my finger at him as I took in his outfit. A brown corduroy jacket covered up his blue striped button up. Ick. I was avoiding his other question, trying to drag attention to a possible insecurity he could have about his age or his looks. Quite a few people had them so I was really just praying he had one as well.
"I-its just where two people who like each other go out and have fun. Incredibly casual so I dressed casual. And she's not 80. Shes probably...30. " He defended quickly, running his hands over his front. He was insecure about the choice now which meant I was successful. I felt a little smug as I leaned on the crate and looked back at him.
"That's what I was suggesting. Right?" Sherlock retorted and looked back at me for back up. I shook my head and reached down, ruffling his curls. They felt soft against my fingers.
"No it wasn't ... at least I hope not." John sounded wary as he replied. I retracted my hand and took a step down to push back the crates and stand out there with the other civilized folk.
"Where are you taking her?" Sherlock sounded a bit miffed but I felt like he was just leading up to having him go to the circus with us. It was interesting to see the attachment he had to the ex-soldier as a companion.
"Er, cinema." John replied back as I started to pull crates back. He took a few steps forward and I found that he was helping me push the crates back. What a gentleman. More than could be said for Sherlock. I felt a grin come over my face as the idea struck me. I stretched on my toes with my hands on his shoulders and pecked his cheek.
"Thanks, love." I giggled as I stepped away from the doctor whose cheeks were already starting to colour. At least I could still have fun with one of the detectives, this one was less likely to learn what I was doing anyways.
"Oh, dull, boring, predictable." Sherlock's words sounded a bit more harsh than usual but I figured he was just trying even harder to persuade John. It was obvious that John cared about what Sherlock thought was dull. Perhaps a bit more than he should considering it was now being used against him.
"Why don't you try this?" Sherlock's tone turned smooth again as he pulled the same piece of paper I'd stuck in his pocket at the museum out of his trousers and handed it to John. I wanted to say the circus was called the Yellow Dragon or something of the like.
"In London for one night only." Sherlock added with a bit of concealed urgency as John looked skeptically at it. He wasn't buying it automatically which seemed to have Sherlock worried he wouldn't bite.
"Thanks, but I don't come to you for dating advice." He chuckled, handing it back easily. Sherlock let out a bit of air forcefully from his nostrils in exasperation as he looked to me for help. I sighed lightly as I stepped up.
"I'd do it. Sounds exciting enough, pretty original." I supplied easily, looking back to John. His eyes were interested as he looked over my face. I could tell his instincts as a medical man were part of it as he scanned my arm and cheek.
"Is that so?" He looked a little worried as his brows furrowed. I nodded, looking back to Sherlock.
"See? Even Rose think's its a fine idea." He replied smoothly, looking a little pleased. He had to have assumed that John had taken the bait at this point. I guessed that this whole charade of a date was to drag John and I along to investigate the circus. It was suspicious, being in London for one night only. China to England was a long trip and difficult to get for only a single night's performance.
"We'll see." John sighed, putting a hand in his pocket as he checked his watch. He had to be picking her up soon then otherwise I wasn't sure why he'd check his watch.
"I'd best be off. Cheers." He nodded to me, hesitant as he turned and headed out the door and down the stairs.
I looked back to Sherlock who took out his phone, tapping in a number and holding it to his ear when the door closed behind John. I figured he was reserving the ticket's then, especially when he started to talk about four for Holmes. I pushed the books off of his leather chair and sat down in it, crossing my legs and waiting as he spoke on the phone.
He pulled it away, hitting the button before sitting in front of me and steeping his hands together in front of his face. "You're that sure he'll even bother?" I raised a brow as I checked him over. He looked well-rested but excitement showed in his eyes as they scanned me. He was wearing a different shirt than the last time I'd seen him signalling he'd changed and showered since then. It was probably one of my favourites on him. Purple suited his pale skin.
"Easily. He's convinced now that you, a female whose slept with a few males, encouraged the idea." He nodded, his eyes were skipping around my own face and body telling me he was analysing me at the same time.
"Whats a few blokes got to do with his date then? John's straight as they come, Shirley." I raised a brow with a smirk coming over my face. I was playing with him again but this time I was questioning his process.
"You're desirable. If it's enticed you, it would easily excite whatever bland woman he's got in mind." He declared easily, waving his hand at the air. I was flattered, sadly. I didn't enjoy him being able to compliment me and actually feeling compliment when he did so. He was more difficult than most men. He was innocent but also entirely in control and aware most of the time. He'd already learned my tricks to get whatever I wanted out of man so now I'd have to actually work to confuse him again.
"Someone's jealous." I snorted a bit, shaking my head at him. My phone buzzed in my jean's pocket, dragging my attention from the man in front of me.
"Jealousy was not a concept I was familiar with until I came upon you." He postulated dryly. I glanced at him, his eyes were drawn to the silver flip phone in my hand.
Did he do that to you?
MH
I raised a brow at the message. I supposed he'd finally started stalking me again and saw my face somehow. I wasn't interested in having a car wait outside Baker street again so I was going to reply but I wasn't going to be helpful in the least...or maybe I should be. If the divorce went through I might need a place to spend the night or a few days.
Not to worry, darling. William just gave me a good scratch.
RG
I felt that was pretty kind of me. I wasn't avoiding the question and I was trying to quell his worries. That was something people did when they didn't want the other to worry out of affection right? I'm pretty sure it was. I've not ever been wrong when judging these things.
