*Sherlock's POV*
We met up with Lestrade at the store, taking Kara's god awful 'car' she insists to call it.
"Alright then. What's this all about?" Lestrade asked as we came in.
"Did you bring the stuff?" I asked, making him scuff.
"Yeah. This way." We followed him to a check out line, me turning all around, looking at the floor, ceiling, walls, anything that might help. "Here you are. Now, mind telling me what this is all about."
"Yes. I do." I said, brushing past everyone and staring at the three baskets.
"Sherlock, what are we doing here?" John asked, making me sigh and look to him.
"If we find a common item, or at the very least, a common area all four were at, we'll at least have a place to work with!" I whispered, glancing over to Lestrade who was talking with Anderson.
"Holmes…" I heard Kara say, but John attracted my attention first.
"What if we don't find anything?"
"Holmes…" Kara beckoned once more.
"We will. There must be something that connects them!"
"Holmes."
"And what if there isn't?"
"Sherlock!"
"What?" I spun on my heel, glaring at her. She was looking down at the baskets, making my brows come together.
"There's nothing…" She whispered, looking up at me with dark blue eyes. My eyes narrowed as I looked at them.
"There has to be!"
"Holmes, I checked them myself." She murmured, making me want to hold back my retort. Which, might I say, is very unlike me.
"Yes. But you aren't me, now are you?" I shot at her, then taking in everything.
Case one: Milk, toothpaste, orange juice
Case two: Laundry detergent, cereal, eggs
Case three: Pickles, tuna, bread, assortment of candy, beer
Case four: -
"Where is the fourth basket?" I asked, spinning on my heel to look at Lestrade.
"There isn't one." Kara said, making me turn to her.
"What do you-"
"It was the kid, remember?" I stopped as she said this, looking away in thought.
"No… This can't be right." I muttered, looking around, brows together. "That doesn't make sense…"
"Where are you going?" John said, making me spin to see Kara walking away. I couldn't help but notice how I didn't want her to leave. I felt better when she was by my side, safe. My brows came together as that thought flew into my mind.
"I'll be right back…" She murmured, with an all to familiar look upon her face. I couldn't place it though, which frustrated me.
"I hate when she does that." John muttered, me just looking after her until she was out of site.
"Where has that child gone?" John said, angry. I watched him, body tense. It had been six hours since we left the store, using Johns spare key to take the car figuring she just walked. John's phone was plastered to his ear as he kept on trying to ring her phone, making me wonder why I never knew she had one. "Come on, come on…" He growled, making me sigh and stand from the seat I occupied.
"Listen, she obviously wants to be left alone. Go out on your date with Sara. I'll wait here for you and text you if anything turns up." I rationalized, standing in front of him. Once he agreed and left, and I groaned, holding my head as I sat on the couch. Him being here ranting was grating on every nerve I had left in my body. I didn't need a reminder that in the middle of a murder case that was damn near impossible to solve, one of my….. Friends… Has gone MIA. A nag began to form in my mind when she left, telling me that was stupid. Now it was pulsating, my whole body quaking in it's power, telling me I had to get her back before anything happened. It was maddening! Why, nor how could this happen? Me? Caring so much. It was absolutely ridicules. I shouldn't care at all. She was just here.
"Ughhhh." I groaned once more, as more thoughts busted through my barrier I worked so hard to create. I found I was more keen to her, then anyone else. She intrigued me, more then she should. I found that if she were in the room, my attention was poured onto her. Every movement, every breath, every look. I've even, unintentionally, memorized everything she has said, either to me or just in general. I couldn't comprehend why I have become so engrossed with this woman. A intriguing anomaly, something I found I enjoyed to have around.
"Figures." I muttered as those thoughts swirled around in my brain. I was almost thankful that my phone buzzed, but when I pulled it out of my jacket, I froze. Every cell in my body became both horrified and enraged.
I have the girl