You sighed, and squeezed the bridge of your nose. He knew. Goddamn, Why did he always know?
You placed your purse down, like a white flag, as you prepared to face Sherlock. Again.
You step cautiously onto the first step, and feel a sudden warmth spread across your hand as someone, John, takes it in his own.
"Let's get of here." He says as you turn to face him. A rebellious smile spreads across your face.
"Let's." With your consent, John pulls you out the door. You feel the wind blow against you face, as you laugh and run your way down the street.
"Where are we going?" You say loudly so your words would reach John.
You could see him take in a breath as if he was about to say, when his phone rang. Seeing johns forehead crinkle, and his lips purse, you knew exactly who it was.
"What do you want, Sherlock?" He said, putting up the phone to his ear.
You could make out Sherlocks voice, but what he was saying was a completely different story. You watch johns face as he talked, he is a very expressive person. You laughed a little, at the sight of it.
John hung up, and turned to you, lifting his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you like adventures?" He smiled.
You find yourself awkwardly sitting in a car, with John and Sherlock. Luckily, John was kind enough to take the seat in the middle, so you could avoid making eye contact with the detective as long as possible. But small irresistible peeks were spread out through out the ride.
The silence felt awkward, but it gave you a second to think. You couldn't help but find it weird that you were playing buddy-buddy with John. You barely knew him, but the second when he invited you to his house, you agreed. Stranger danger still applies here, doesn't it? Maybe even more so considering what they do for a living. You were now in a car with two people who face the most dangerous criminals in the country, possibly making them the most dangerous. And Yet. You say nothing. You know deep inside you shouldn't be there, but the desire to be, was greater.
"Are you okay, (y/n)?" John turns his head slightly, making eye contact with you.
"Ahh. Yeah. Just.." You were slightly afraid to ask, but.. "Where are we going?"
The car got silent once again as the two detectives look at each other, trying to decide if they should tell you, while you were right there.
"A case. Miss (l/n)." Sherlock said, looking out the window. He turned facing you just as John did, but it was different. He didn't look at you, He looked through you. You had no secrets.
You held the eye contact for a moment before shifting it to John. John didn't deduce you like Sherlock did, He tried, but you didn't feel as transparent.
"Sounds good to me." You say, unsure of how to fill the awkward silence.
"Oh?" Sherlock says, leaning forward, in a sudden change into full interest. "And what about a bloody death, and a horrendous murder 'sounds good to you'?" He mocked.
You were silent for a moment, taken aback by Sherlocks harsh words and you are reminded of the reason you didn't want to go to Johns place to begin with.
"It's, most likely, the same reasons it sounds good to you." You say, straight-faced, unsure about the connotation behind it.
You heard a small laugh escape John and it made you smile. You felt accomplished, like you said something close to a comeback. The thought makes you laugh, although you aren't sure why to found it so funny, and soon John lets loose and laughs as loud as you.
The only one not in the moment is Sherlock. He stays, his face unmoving, as he keeps his eyes on you. Turning to face the window again, so he is looking at his own reflection in the mirror, he whispers. "Preposterous."
Both you and John laugh in sync once again. "What a baby." John laughs, putting his arm around Sherlock.