A/N: So, here's the newest chapter! There's not really anything for me to tell you so I'll just get right to the chapter :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing…sadly.

Chapter 9

Getting the Attention of the Consulting Detective and Food

"Where are we going?" John asked Sherlock as the three of them rode in the cab. No answer. John sighed loudly. "Sherlock? Sherlock, answer me!" John tried. He was really starting to get annoyed.

"Here, I know how to get him to pay attention." Pinkie told him. Seemingly out of nowhere, she brought out a bull horn. She turned it on and brought it up to her face. John's hands flew up to his ears just in time. "SHERLOOOOOOOCK!" She yelled into it. Still no answer. Pinkie blinked and then scrunched her nose up. She hummed in thought before gasping. Then, again out of nowhere, she brought out a party horn. She brought it to her mouth and leaned over; blowing it and making it hit Sherlock's face repeatedly. He didn't even make a noise of annoyance. Pinkie finally stopped and went back to thinking. She huffed in annoyance. How could he have ignored both of those attempts? John was right; when Sherlock's thinking, you almost can't snap him out of it. Then, John had an idea. He snaked his hand close to Sherlock and suddenly snatched his scarf away.

"Hey!" Sherlock exclaimed, taking his scarf back and putting it on.

"So, where are we going?" John asked him, but it was too late; Sherlock had gone back to thinking. "Damn…" John mumbled. Pinkie thought for a moment before reaching over to Sherlock and poking him on the cheek repeatedly.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey." She said with each poke. Sherlock narrowed his eyes before gripping her wrist and pulling her away from his face without so much as glancing at her. He then went back to his thinking session. Pinkie let out a frustrated squeak.

"Sherlock!" John growled. Sherlock gave him no attention. "Arse hole…" John grumbled. Suddenly, Pinkie gasped and smacked herself on the forehead.

"It's so simple!" She exclaimed. John gave her a confused look.

"What?" He asked. Without answering him, Pinkie reached over to Sherlock and took a handful of his hair. Sherlock must have realized what she was doing because he tried to reach up to pull her hands away but wasn't fast enough and she yanked him down so his head was resting in John's lap.

"Shit!" Sherlock yelled. "Let go!"

"Not until you tell us where we're going!" Pinkie demanded, still holding his hair. Sherlock was about to reach up and push her hands away, but John grabbed both his wrists and held them down. Sherlock huffed in annoyance but stayed silent; he wasn't going to give up. "I grew up with two sisters, so I can do this all day." Pinkie told him. Sherlock still stayed silent, he could endure this for the rest of the ride. Or so he thought until Pinkie gripped harder and twisted her hand. He growled and gritted his teeth. 'I can do this.' He thought repeatedly, forcing himself to stay silent. Pinkie rolled her eyes. "So stubborn!"

"Just figured that out?" John asked her. Pinkie gave him a little glare before giggling. Suddenly, the cab stopped. Pinkie let go of Sherlock's hair and John let go of his wrists. Sherlock sat strait up, giving both the others a glare and holding back from punching then both. He wasn't that heartless (though John would disagree). Pinkie opened the door and looked at the building in front of her in awe. Though, it wasn't the building itself, but the smell it made. The delicious scent made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. It was only then that she realized she hadn't had much to eat all day. She'd never smelled anything like it before.

"What is this place?" She asked. She inhaled deeply through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. "It smells amazing!"

"A restaurant? What- oh never mind." John said to Sherlock. Pinkie's face lit up.

"Oooo! We had those back in our world! I love restaurants!" She told them. Both John and Sherlock had gotten used to her strange talk of coming from another world and just assumed the most logical explanation; she was completely insane. The three of them walked in and were immediately seated. It was a Chinese restaurant, and a rather nice one at that. The tables were made of a smooth, dark wood and the chairs were made from the same material but with a red cushion on each one. A red lantern hung above their heads, providing a nice amount of light; not too dark nor too bright. Pinkie took in her surroundings, sniffing the scent; it had gotten stronger as soon as they had gotten inside. The waiter handed them each a menu, but Sherlock declined his.

"Sherlock, aren't you gonna eat too?" Pinkie asked him after the waiter left.

"I'm not hungry." Sherlock told her. Pinkie gave him an incredulous look.

"You know, you don't seem to eat very much. It can't be healthy!" She told him.

"I don't eat while I'm working." He replied.

"But, you're taking a break, right?" Pinkie asked.

"Of course not. There is a reason we came here." Sherlock told her. Pinkie was confused.

"But, restaurants are for eating! Not for solving crimes, you need to take a break and eat!" Pinkie told him.

"Don't waste your breath, Pinkie." John cut in. "It's not going to work." Pinkie gave up and instead looked over the choices on the menu. She tried to read it, but couldn't make out the strange new language. It was the same one she had seen on that thing John had. She squinted and brought it close to and then far away from her face but just couldn't read it. Finally, she decided to just go by the pictures and choose what she thought looked best. When the waiter came back, she and John gave their orders, Sherlock simply drinking his water. The three of them sat in silence, Sherlock's clever eyes skimming the room. This, though, was more than deducing; he was looking for someone, or something. John was about to ask but was interrupted when the waiter came back, carrying their food. She set their meals down and, after giving them a quick 'enjoy', walked away. Pinkie picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of the interesting looking food placed in front of her. She examined it for just a second before popping it into her mouth. As soon as it hit her tongue, her eyes widened and she chewed slowly, savoring every bite, swallowing after a few moments. It was sweet and sour all at the same time and it set her taste buds on fire.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "This is great!" John smiled.

"Oh, yea, I've always liked sweet and sour chicken." John replied. Suddenly, Pinkie's eyes opened widely and her pupils shrunk to little dots. She dropped the food and gasped, throwing a hand over her mouth. Sherlock stopped and gave her a strange look. "Pinkie? Is everything alright?" John asked. Suddenly, Pinkie jumped out of the seat and flew out of the restaurant, dashing down the alley between it and the building next to it and emptying her stomach in the corner. Little tears appeared in her eyes as she leaned against the wall to keep her up on her quivering legs. Luckily, she had grabbed a napkin to clean herself off right before she ran out, knowing she would throw up after finding out she had just eaten chicken. She wiped her mouth clean with the napkin and wiped a few tears away with her hand. She sniffled a little bit. 'I…I ate…meat…I…I'm awful…how could those people do that!? They're meat too!' She thought. Then, she realized she didn't like this new place quite as much as she thought she did. Sure, it had been confusing before, but now it was just downright sick. Just then, John and Sherlock walked up.

"Pinkie! Are you okay? What happened?" John asked, noticing the small puddle of vomit on the ground in the corner.

"I…I ate…that was...I ate…meat…" She whimpered, barely audible.

"Are you a vegetarian?" John asked her. He realized that she really hadn't eaten any meat since they had met. Then, she turned on him.

"How can you people live with yourselves knowing you've killed and eaten innocent creatures!?" She asked angrily. She wished she was a bit taller than John instead of a couple inches shorter so she could look more intimidating.

"I-" John started.

"You're meat too, you know! You make me sick!" With that, Pinkie ran off. And, once again, John and Sherlock ran behind her, hoping they would find her before she got another root in her side.

A/N: Um…that wasn't exactly what I had in mind…I don't know why but the story made me be mean…well, I guess we'll see what happens next when I post my next chapter. This chapter was originally going to be more questioning in public and then a nightmare that Pinkie has, so I have no idea how it changed to Pinkie and John annoying the crap out of Sherlock to get his attention and then Pinkie unknowingly eating chicken and then getting pissed off at people for eating meat like it was nothing. But I think I'll do the nightmare next chapter.