I am so sorry for not updating in a while! I've been so busy! I decided to create a case of my own before the Great Game! This is just a bit of a filler chapter before the new case. Enjoy :D
Knock knock knock
I nearly dropped the bowl of pasta I was about to boil. I wonder if it's John. Maybe Sherlock's pissed him off and he wants to hide in my flat, like he did 4 times already. I set the bowl down on the kitchen counter and make my way towards the door. Whoever is on the other side is still knocking. I unlocked the door and opened it. There stood Sherlock, a bit of blood on his cheek and an appearing black eye.
"What happened?" I immediately inquired after I ushered him into my flat. Sherlock would have gone to John, who's a doctor, not me, a journalist. I watched as he sat down in one of the chairs by the counter in the kitchen.
"What ever do you mean?" Sherlock asked, as if he doesn't know that his face is bruised and battered. This is going to be a long night if he pretends he hadn't been beat up. Which is most likely what happened. I sat in the chair next to him and studied his face for any sign of emotion.
"I mean, why do you have a black eye. Oh wait, don't tell me the Great Sherlock Holmes walked into a lamp post" I said as I ignored the cold glare he gave me.
"No I didn't walk into a bloody post. John got mad and punched me" Sherlock explained. He had a bit of a hurt expression on his face. Like one a child would have if his mum refused to give him dessert.
"So why are you here?" I inquired. Sherlock scratched his head and looked away.
"John locked me out of the flat" Sherlock explained, defeated.
"You could have picked the lock" I proposed.
"No, that would have infuriated him further" Sherlock said. I nodded apprehensively and thought of what to do. Have him and John talk it over? No, they're grown men, they'd kill each other by the time I leave them alone. Maybe John should cool off the anger he has towards Sherlock before the sociopath can return to their flat. Sighing in defeat, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock called. He sounded slightly alarmed, as if I would leave him all alone. I ignored his question and grabbed the first-aid kit. I walked back to the kitchen and set the kit down on the counter.
"I'm fine, I don't need your help" Sherlock said coldly.
"Then why did you come here?" I retorted.
"Fine" he admitted as I smiled proudly. I took his chin gently and turned his face so I could put the antiseptic on his cut cheek. I started to dab it onto his cheek and I swear, he flinched as the alcohol touched his flesh.
"So why did John punch you?" I asked as I began to wipe away the blood on his face.
"Doesn't matter" He stated flatly.
"Yes it does, because I'm the one patching you up" I protested.
"He was angry with me and I didn't understand why so he just insulted me a few times before punching me. Twice" Sherlock explained. He winced as I dabbed the last of the antiseptic on his cheek.
"There! All done" I exclaimed proudly. Sherlock gingerly touched his cut but I swatted his hand away.
"Don't touch it or it'll hurt" I warned.
"And the black eye will disappear in a few days" I added.
"Thank you" Sherlock said quietly. I smiled at him. Sometimes, I wondered where the gentleman side of Sherlock came from. He was always cold, cruel and emotionless, it was a surprise seeing this side of him.
"You should go to your flat, see if John is okay" I said, breaking the silence. Sherlock nodded and stood up.
"Goodnight Rachel" He called before leaving my flat. I heard him run up the creaky steps and a door open then close. No shouting. No body typed thuds hitting the floor. Everything must have worked out alright.
Sorry if it's short, I just wanted to write this before digging into a new case. Review!