"You could have at least helped the man." John scolded Sherlock as the pair made their way to the flat in the chilly, night London air. Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled his wool trench coat tighter around himself while walking, being careful to avoid rain puddles but deemed impossible.
"That man was abusing his girlfriend. He barely deserves a glance and he can gladly sod off." Sherlock stated with a frown, he wouldn't admit it out loud but he hated the amount of injustice that went on in the liverpool that was London. Some cases he would have to solve later, and that irked him to no end.
John furrowed his eyebrows and glanced behind him, as if he could look for the man again. He faced forward once more and kept quiet. It had been a long day and there was no point in getting the consulting detective all riled up at 1:09 in the morning. Speaking of getting riled up, Arden had been nagging at the back of John's mind all day. It was rare that she was left alone despite being 18 now. Anyone would say: 'Oh she's fine! she's just doing normal teenaged things!' But that was exactly it, Arden wasn't exactly normal.
"She's fine." Sherlock reassured after a couple of minutes of silence. John looked over at Sherlock and opened his mouth.
"How did you know I was thinking about our little friend?"
"You're thinking about someone, I didn't exactly say who. It shows how your rubbing your hands together in nervousness and how your unfocused. Plus you're looking up at her window." Sherlock stated with a small smirk.
John rolled his eyes as they passed the 'bakers street' sign and approached their door of 221B.
"Did you get him?" Mrs. Hudson asked eagerly as soon as the duo bounded up the stairs. Sherlock nodded and pulled out a bag of bloodied teeth from his pocket.
"Ah Yes! Would you be a dear Mrs. Hudson and put these in the freezer? That would be marvelous."
"Oh dear.." Mrs. Hudson said quietly, hesitantly taking the bag and started towards the kitchen while Sherlock took off his scarf. John looked under the seat cushions and crouched under the couch giving a chuckle.
"Where's Arden?"
"Oh I don't know, she's always up to something. Last time I saw her she was doing a handstand on my couch." Mrs. Hudson called from the kitchen.
John gave Sherlock a strange look but he just shrugged casually and grabbed a towel.
"I'll be in the shower, don't wait up!" Sherlock says while going towards the bathroom. He turned the handle and opened the door only to be met with a fully naked Arden drying her hair, she instantly turned to look at the detective horrified before she quickly covered herself with her towel.
"You walked in on her didn't you?" John asked amused while reading a newspaper as Sherlock covered his red face and grumbled an insult that made John laugh.
"Did you...see anything?" John teased raising an eyebrow and Sherlock made an exasperated sound turning his body away from John on the couch.
"...Yes."
"And what did she do?" John smirked, turning the page.
"She kicked me in the ribs." Sherlock grumbled. Hating the fact that the simple action of her doing it made a fairly pleasurable view that he would have to delete from his mindpalace. He stood up with a loud sigh and went over to the window moving the curtain out-of-the-way, a dull ache in his ribs.
"Serves you right." John commented not looking at him. Sherlock scoffed furrowing his eyebrows looking over at the doctor.
"And how is it my fault? She should-be locked the door."
"You broke the lock on the door, heated it up, and threw it out the window. You hate locked places Sherlock." John said in a casual tone, glancing at the detective.
"I simply dont see the point of them. This strange century is too advanced. It's gonna take more than a pesky lock to keep thieves out." Sherlock countered just as Arden came from the hallway, hair damp, in pink bunny pajamas with her glasses on and her head held high, not looking at either of them.
"Look, Arden I'm sorry for...bursting in. I should've knocked first." Sherlock started. Arden opened the fridge, sliding the human head out-of-the-way like it was last weeks old spinach and grabbed a carton of chocolate milk silently.
"I saw your eyes glued to my..doughnuts and my meow parts so don't try that 'I'm a gentleman' crap with me," she stated making her way back to her room and turned her head. "And your boner was too visible, Goodnight Sherlock, Goodnight John." Arden nodded in their direction before shutting her door.
Sherlock was silent for a few minutes before he said. "I think I just got served."