Sherlock woke up with a groan as he sat up, his long legs swinging off the small couch to land on the floor. His hands instantly went to his face as he rubbed them down his face and with a shake of his head he stood up and tiredly walked to the kitchen. He pulled his cell phone off of the table as he passed by and flipped it open to see if he had any missed calls or texts.
He almost wanted to pout over the fact that he saw no activity on the cell, he shouldn't be surprised he supposed with how upset John had been last night. He sighed as he got dressed and walked to his door ready to walk out when he got a text from Lestrade Got a case could use some help you up for it. Sherlock didn't even need to think on it he quickly tapped out a quick yes and grinned thank goodness for Lestrade because this was just the distraction he needed to get his mind off John or at least get John talking to him again.
He called John's number to see if he would come with him like they always use to but was quickly put to voice mail. He gave off a short scream of frustration and called the next number on his small list of contacts. "Molly would you like to accompany me to a crime scene" Sherlock asked as soon as she answered the phone "oh um OK but what about John" she asked knowing he was Sherlock's usual partner "we are um currently not on speaking terms at the moment" he admitted as Molly eagerly accepted the invitation and had agreed to meet at the scene. He hung up his phone and walked down the stairs trying to get any last minute tiredness out of him but found it harder than usual as he just shook his head and hailed a taxi to take him to the scene.
John looked at his phone when he saw it go off but ignored it for the time being he wasn't ready to talk with Sherlock and he had patients he had to take care of right now. "Hello " he said on a sigh already guessing that it was going to be a very long day, if he didn't get his mind off his personal life and if people keep coming in with hints to the very man he was trying to forget he shook his head and shook hands with the man that now sat on his examination table.
Hours passed and John Watson was completely at his boiling point. He sat in his rolling chair and put his head in his hands, he still had a patient or two left and he was extremely exhausted and getting more and more short tempered as time passed. He looked at his phone really quickly and saw a few texts from Mrs. Hudson and tried not to roll his eyes when he saw them. Please speak to Sherlock. Oh I understand why you're upset but you can't let that stand in the way of a long standing brotherhood. John! John had to openly laugh at the last one.
Once he had met Sherlock and then Mrs. Hudson he had started to develop what he didn't have before a family, a small one but a family none the less. Mrs. Hudson had almost instantly started to mother him since she met him and seemed to care very much for Sherlock. An Sherlock despite getting on his nerves was like a brother to him and apparently fighting with your brother isn't easy he was starting to realize never having had a brother growing up.
He shook his head as his last patient came in and his annoyance started to spark he listened as the man spoke thinking more and more that it was Sherlock in disguise again. Making him sound sarcastic "really you thought that phoney disguise would work" John finally snapped as he went at the man and started pulling on the man's real beard. When it refused to come off John pulled back abashed "um uh I'm so sorry" he apologized quickly as he kept on apologizing while the man looked on in horrified confusion and then after a short explanation he left him in the capable hands of Mary.
Meanwhile Sherlock had spent the day with Molly hopping from crime scene to crime scene helping out and impressing Molly, except he kept hearing John's infuriating voice and even calling Molly John. After separating from Molly and going home and starting to figure out that he had managed before he met John but really had changed over time and loathsome as it was he was starting to have feelings and he hated it. He was nonchalant when he had explained the whole death situation and had given a half ass explanation on why he hadn't contacted anyone but it was difficult to explain his true reason. Damn it John was his other brother he was even closer to John than he tended to be with Mycroft but they both had their reasons mainly emotions or lack thereof of in Mycroft and Sherlock's case. "I want to shoot a wall right now" Sherlock announced to himself as he roamed about his empty house. Trying to figure out how to approach John again or a way to make John forgive him anyway he had a few ideas in mind but figured he'd first have to get John's attention.
