A/N – Apologies for the huge delay, life and Uni got on top of me! A short chapter and definitely not my best work. Next chapter will definitely be a lot quicker and is already started. Also, no Beta reader this time, so sorry about any errors and bad punctuation.
They had sat in the shower for a few minutes grinning, the water falling continuously, until they had run out of hot water and jumped out quickly, laughing.
"Sherlock!" Sherlock glanced at John and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, stepping in to the corridor.
"Mrs Hudson!" John hid behind the door listening.
"Oh. You have a visitor, shall I show them into the living room?"
"That would be best, thank you." John smiled, Sherlock was so different with Mrs Hudson. He heard the stairs creak as Mrs Hudson walked downstairs and after a moment came out of the bathroom. Sherlock was nowhere to be seen so John assumed he was getting dressed. He rushed to his room, knowing Sherlock would be ready ridiculously quickly.
John left his room and walked straight in to Sherlock who was lurking by the doorway. He looked at John briefly before muttering "Say nothing, let me do the talking." John nodded slightly confused, but then, since meeting Sherlock, confusion was normality.
John followed Sherlock in to the living room and tried not to obviously attempt to analyse the nervous aging, rather plump man sitting in Sherlock's chair. Sherlock sat down in Johns chair and crossed his leg over. John was suddenly reminded of Mycroft. The man gulped nervously and licked his lips, caught in Sherlocks car headlight gaze.
"I" the man began "I was asked by Mr Halburt to open his front door and make sure that he didn't fall down the stairs. He was very drunk you see!" The information was gushing out, the man wanted to leave as soon as he could. "I didn't stay long!"
"You had a quick look round the living room though."
"Yes, well Mr Halburt showed me a picture of him and his wife. He wanted to talk to someone. He loved her, but he had had an affair which ruined their marriage. Apparently then she had one too. He was really angry about that. He thought that he was the only one who should have his wife and no one else should!"
"What time?" Sherlock said simply as though the rest of the information was irrelevant ramblings.
"Around 1am. Maybe slightly before?" He looked worried "I had another customer at half one from nearby, but I don't think that helps does it?" He broke the stare and glanced at the floor "I'm not under suspicion am I?"
"No, you may leave now, say nothing, if you do, the consequences are out of my hands."
John smirked as the man practically ran out of the room, though he thought, Sherlock seemed to be enjoying using Government power over people, which was rather unlike him.
Sherlock sighed and after a moment of realisation John looked down in surprise. It wasn't a despairing sigh that he had heard many times, it was deep and sorrowful. John opened his mouth to speak but before he could utter a syllable Sherlock jumped to his feet and strode past John to the kitchen asking if he wanted tea and toast. John was nonplussed, why was Sherlock acting so strange? He walked questioningly into the kitchen.
"Sherlock?" John said tentatively and Sherlock turned around holding a plate of toast and a jar of jam. John stared at the jam and his stomach gurgled. Sherlock put them on the table, looked at John muttering "It's for you, Mycroft will be here soon and you need food." He walked past John, picked up his violin, sat in his chair and started to play a simple tune.
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