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AN: Sorry I took so long to post this chapter, I've been rather busy! Also, it's another short one, so another sorry for that too, but I'll make it up by writing a long chapter next time! Please review!
"Ah, Friday. Finally." John said, sighing with satisfaction.
"Yes. Friday, brilliant. I need to finish with this case. Soon." Sherlock began buzzing about the room, picking up rogue jotters and pencils, shoving them into his bag before heading out into the lounge area. "John, hurry up. I can hear your stomach rumbling again. It's annoying me."
"Yeah, yeah! Give me a few minutes, just need to grab my shoes and bag!" The fair haired boy threw his black shoes over to his bed, as he walked to sit on the mattress. He pulled them on, and jumped up, grabbing his bag off the bed post and walking out to meet his boyfriend. Sherlock spun around, grinning at John, unusually happy.
"Morning, love." The smaller boy said, standing up on his toes to kiss Sherlock's soft lips.
"Good morning, John. Can we leave now?" He asked. John nodded, and the pale boy took hold of his hand, and they walked out of the dorm. The two boys headed down the stairs into the cafeteria where most of the school were already eating breakfast. John dragged the tall boy over to the hot food queue, which much to Sherlock's dislike, was the longer queue out of the two.
"John, can't you just go and get some cereal. There's no queue at the cereal table. I don't want to stay in here, the people are already annoying me." Sherlock complained, dropping his head to rest on the smaller boy's shoulder.
"Because I want bacon, okay. I don't care if you're getting annoyed with everyone here already, Sherlock. I'm bloody hungry! Try and work on the case or something while you're waiting here." Sherlock frowned and stuck out his bottom lip at John, who just raised his eyebrows at him before turning around to face the food bar. The queue moved forwards at a slow pace, with John inching forwards with the rest of his schoolmates. The tall boy flopped his curls around as he grumbled and moaned with boredom waiting for breakfast to be over.
The two boys finally reached the front of the queue five minutes later, which John was relieved about, tired of Sherlock standing beside him muttering insults at everyone who passed. He piled a bacon and toast onto his plate before walking off in the direction of a table placed in the quieter side of the cafeteria, so as no one would hear Sherlock throwing blunt comments at them. Sherlock pulled his chair out from under the table and sunk down onto it, resting his head on the cool surface of the table. John picked up his knife and fork after he sat down, and jabbed the silver fork lightly into the back of his boyfriend's hand.
"Ouch! John, what're you doing, you idiot?" Sherlock exclaimed, vexed, while John sat laughing through a mouthful of toast. "It's not funny. You've marked me, see!" He complained again, holding his hand up to show the laughing boy the small purple bruises on the back of it.
"Oh shut up, Sherlock. It's nothing. I can guarantee you that I can do a lot better than that. I'll do it right now if you want me to." He said with a smirk, winking at the pale boy.
"No, John. Not here. I should be free this evening though, if you feel the need to demonstrate."
"I think I might have to."
Sherlock and John packed up their books and pens after the bell went, sounding the end of second period. They headed out the classroom, Sherlock gesturing for John to follow him. The smaller boy didn't know where they were going, but he guessed that it would be something that was relevant to the case, so decided it would be best to let his boyfriend carry on. They walked swiftly down the modern languages department to the room across from the staff room.
"Sherlock, what's in that room?" John questioned, having never been behind this door before.
"It's an equipment room. They keep all the supplies for the ground floor subjects in here." Sherlock replied, kneeling down and sliding a small pin through the thin lock. He fiddled with it for a few minutes, removing the pin after he heard a quiet click from inside the door. He twisted the handle, pushing the door open, and entering the room. It was huge, bigger than any of the classroom in the school, just over half the size of the cafeteria, piled from floor to ceiling with packs of jotters and textbooks. Sherlock looked past all of this, focusing on something in the back corner of the room. It was a small object, yet part of it was obscured from view, but it was some sort of metal, the light reflecting off it brightly.
"Sherly, love, what is it?"
"That, John. That's what I've been looking for. It's what should've been in the door of that cupboard. The most important thing I need to be able to solve this case, and I'm close now. Do you know what this means, John?! It means that this case has been set up so that every element has been placed perfectly so I would come across it, but no one else would. That means that whoever's behind this is trying to get my attention."