Meet you there. - JW
John glanced up from his phone.
"We're meeting him at Angelo's for lunch at noon." John said.
"Meeting who?" Sherlock asked, languidly looking up from his violin, which was comfortably situated on his lap.
"My friend, the psychologist," John frowned, "Don't you remember?"
"Oh, yes," Sherlock said, staring out to the air as he plucked at the strings. "Trey, you called him, wasn't it?"
"Uh... Yeah." John hesitated a moment. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Sherlock said, "Why?"
"I- I guess I just didn't expect you to go along with all this easily." John said. "It just surprised me, I guess."
"I believe we had this exact conversation yesterday, John." Sherlock said. "Unless you've forgotten it?"
"Of course I haven't forgotten it," John frowned, "that was only yesterday."
"Doesn't seem to have stopped you before." Sherlock replied.
John got up to put the kettle on, and muttered something about Sherlock being a 'know-it-all', to which Sherlock replied
"I thought better of you, John. Surely you know that I delete the things I consider unworthy of keeping."
John groaned, and tossed a tea bag into each cup. After a few more minutes of hearing Sherlock plucking at the strings of his violin, the tea was ready and John prepared it.
Sherlock immediately picked up the cup and took a sip as soon John set it on the table beside him. John sat down in his chair, watching Sherlock stare at the frothy milk swirling in the tea.
"A 'thank you' would be appreciated." John hinted.
"Mhm..." Sherlock continued staring at his tea.
Sighing in discontentment, John gave up, grabbing his laptop from the arm of the chair, and popped the lid open. He had been meaning to update his blog for awhile now, but hadn't convinced himself to do so yet, as there hadn't been much to write about.
Time passed quickly, and while John pecked away at his keyboard, Sherlock seemed to be quite engrossed in his own mind, and the palace thereof.
"Get dressed Sherlock, it's nearly time to leave." John said, as he put on his shoes.
Sherlock looked up at him, staring blankly for a moment as his still partially distracted mind processed John's words.
John couldn't help but smile when Sherlock left the room to get ready.
This was the side of Sherlock that not many saw.
The clueless side.
The confused one.
For all his brilliance, Sherlock often went so deep within his mind that it took him a moment to process external commands and requests, and that's if he even noticed them at all.
For this reason, disorientation was actually quite common in the detective. While he was endlessly practical, he spent an enormous amount of time rationalizing irrational ideas. If he found an idea interesting, he would simply find a way to prove it or disprove it, then move on to the next one.
Contrary to popular belief, his experiments weren't entirely limited to severed heads, fingers, and garbled organs, nor were they limited to the realm of Chemistry. He was in fact, quite informed in Physics and Micro-Biology, as well as some other sciences.
John frequently came home to Sherlock examining different types of bacteria he had collected around the house then grown in a petri dish.
"John! You have two rare species of Archea growing in your navel!"
"How did you even get those samples?!"
A smile creeped up on John's face a the memory. Sherlock still hadn't told him.
John looked up to see Sherlock shrugging on that coat, then wrapping that old blue scarf around his neck.
"Ready?" John asked. Sherlock answered with a brief nod. "Walk or Cab?"
Sherlock glanced down at his watch.
"We'd best take a cab." he answered. "I'd prefer not to be late."
John and Sherlock arrived early, and had been seated at their usual table for a few minutes before a man walked through the door. John stood to greet him, and Sherlock immediately followed the suit.
"Doctor Winthrop." Sherlock shook the man's hand, inclining his head in greeting.
Trey felt the detective's heavy gaze rest upon him, examining him closely.
Interesting... Trey thought. He's not trying to hide his stare.
Trey involuntary relief tickled his body, as the detective's gaze flicked away to another area.
No eye contact, yet dominance is somehow implied.
"Won't you sit?" John asked. Returning from his thoughts, Trey spoke.
"Yes, yes, of course."
"I've already ordered your usual, hope you don't mind." John said.
"That's fine." Trey nodded, finding his eyes land once more on the consulting detective. "So you're him then, aren't you? Sherlock Holmes- Consulting Detective."
"I'm glad you find the distinction." Sherlock said, meeting his eyes only for a moment, before his eyes shifted once again. After a moment, Trey guessed that the area of inspection was his hands. "Not many do."
"I prefer to address people properly."
"You've adjusted well considering you've lived in London for only a year." Sherlock said. "Might I ask what brought you here?"
"You could, but it doesn't make sense to ask what you already know." Trey said.
"Quite right," Sherlock responded, "but I prefer to confirm my deductions if at all possible."
"Better safe than sorry, then."
It was at that point that intrigue graced Sherlock's features, his brows coming together, eyes squinting ever so slightly.
His voice dropped a tone, and muttered, almost as though to himself,
"Very, well adjusted indeed."
"What do you mean?" Trey asked, his facing showing confusion.
Sherlock quickly looked up.
"Sorry?" He said.
"I said, what did you mean?" Trey repeated. "With the 'very, well adjusted indeed.' thing."
"Oh," Sherlock said, as though suddenly remembering. "Nothing of consequence. Please," Sherlock sat and adjusted his posture.
He sat straight, Trey noticed, unnaturally so, yet he didn't seem at all uncomfortable. It was befitting, in a strange manner.
A tall posture would portray confidence, but this was excessive, and had obviously trained into him since he was young. Probably strict parents, possibly wealthy ones.
Trey's attention was brought back to the detective who was now speaking once again.
"do tell us the nature of the study you intend to preform on me." Sherlock asked. "What are the desired results?"
"I plan to analyze your thought patterns, pain responses, brain activity, and brain size then compare them to that of an average human, as well as find insight into the relationship between your personality and abilities." Trey said. "In essence, I want to understand what makes you abnormally intelligent, and find out what effect that has on your daily relations and behavior."