Spoilers: A Scandal in Belgravia
No beta, so mistakes will be made.
Ch 18 in which our hero John is highly uncomfortable and ends up at gunpoint.
Recovering from his childish display of anger John played his part carefully determinant to be of service. As he entered the room with a napkin and some water he was greeted with a naked woman straddling Sherlock having his frock in her teeth. The sight was just so unsettling that it made him confused. He looked down at his bowl.
"I've missed something, haven't I?" he asked awkwardly wanting of her to remove herself from Sherlock, it looked somehow wrong.
She moved but that didn't make things any better as Sherlock kept staring at her with focus. They talked as everything was normal.
"I had tea too, at the Palace, if anyone is interested," he said bluntly trying to get them to respond, to look away.
Sherlock remained focused but he at least looked at John then at her. They talked casually irritating John who tried to remain calm, he doesn't need another display of anger today, thank you.
"Oh, and somebody loves you," she said alerting John's attention to the conversation, not just looking away. "Why, if I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your teeth and nose too."
John laughed bitterly, he was a doctor really, he didn't need to cause damage he would have to fix later on and withstand constant complaining.
"Er," he decided to stop pretending she wasn't naked "could you put something on? Anything at all. A napkin" anything would help him concentrate.
"I don't think John knows where to look" Sherlock finally got up to help him. He even offered his coat, John was grateful for that, it was better than his offering of a napkin. But before she hid she approached him like a predator. John forced his eyes to stay on her face, there was the real danger in looking down.
"No," she said with satisfaction, "I think he knows exactly where" she finally releases his gaze turning back to Sherlock and accepting his coat. "Not sure about you though" she easily spotted Sherlock's lack of interest in her appearance. That was Sherlock for you, steady and uninterested in the body, married to his work.
Sherlock mentioned naked women and his laptop and John gratefully argued with him returning to normal posture. Then she did the impossible, she confused Sherlock and John decided he liked her sitting beside her on the couch.
"And you like policemen?" now when she was covered he found her alluring in some way, maybe even exciting in her courage. Her liking detective stories sounded flattering. He knew how to tell a story or two.
"Brainy is a new sexy," she said and Sherlock interrupted his concentration by saying something incoherent. If he didn't know better he would think Sherlock actually liked this Adler woman, but that would be so out of Sherlock's style.
But it was his style how quickly he narrowed their search on this room.
"John man the door. Let no one in" he said pointedly and John knew what was his task.
He exited to the haul and started the smoke alarm.
"You can turn it off now," Sherlock said soon enough but it wasn't so easy to put out smoke as it was to light it with a lighter from the palace. The cheeky bastard had this whole plan in his head right there and then, it wasn't just for show, he really needed the lighter.
But before he succeeded men appeared with guns and he was forced to stay quiet by the door and listen in. He cursed his luck and hoped Sherlock will Sherlock their way out of this one.