John looked at Sherlock then at you, going back and forth unsure of what was happening and not really wanting to know. He then leaned back, awkwardly coughed once and said;
"So, love... Tell us about yourself."
"You already know what you must,John."
"Yes dear, but Sherlock doesn't."
"I'm certain he can deduce that himself." You finish off not leaving your eye sight off of Sherlock's eyes, as he does the same.
This seems to bother Watson a bit but before he could say anything else he then receives a phone call, he stands up and leaves the room to get it. "I'll be back in a few hours.." He seems to say with a sigh.
"Tell my brother I said hi." Sherlock quickly yells before Watson leaves.
You remain quiet for a few moments looking at Sherlock and trying to crack his code down.
"Didn't take you for one to be friendly with your familiars." you finally say.
"I said it to tease him. Mycroft is always trying to take information out of everyone, thinking he's always so sneaky"
"And why would he call John now if he knows John won't help him?"
"Probably because he knows about you. He's thinking you're a threat, trying to find out things about you. Soon enough he'll leave you alone... Might kidnap you maybe."
"Kidnap?"
"Technically. He'll find you and force you to get into a car and they will lead you to him."
"Sounds pleasant, dear." You say while drinking from your tea.
Sherlock simply stares at you, leaning in and squinting his eyes. You stare at him for a moment but he then breaks the silence by saying,
"Lawyer. Why do you want to be one?"
"Well, I didn't find anything else to do. I have an attitude and I can keep a discussion going while keeping my point across and facts straight."
"But you stutter an awful lot... You were shy when you were younger. Maybe still are a bit around new people you find amusing or famous. You need to show more confidence when you speak."
"...I'm sorry but shouldn't you be in a case mister detective?"
"Already finished. It was easy, murderer hiding in his mum's house. Corpses buried around the house, like a little garden of sunflowers. Only reason they found the first body in the city was because he didn't have time to collect his gardening items."
"So you're free now?"
"Only reason why Watson invited you over. Otherwise I would of never agreed. Not that I did much when he told me today."
"Thanks, very reassuring." You say while rolling your eyes.
Sherlock leaned back on his chair, grabbing his violin again and tuning the strings. "Why are you still in a relationship with him anyway?"
"...I don't understand the question."
"You're obviously bored with him. You want someone with more spice more... Mystery. Don't you? But something is holding you back because you know if you let him go you let go of something else. But what?"
You shrug lightly, "You're the detective... You tell me."
Sherlock glared at you once more, "You're smart, sarcastic, and for the average male standards you have the looks, why are you still with a Doctor who seems to bore you and rarely spends any time with you?"
"Average Male standards? What is that? Am I not fit of yours?"
"Answer my question."
"Or you answer it yourself. You're the detective. You. Tell. Me"
You hiss the last three words as if they were poison in your mouth, you start getting irritated at Sherlock.
He remained silent for a long while,
"No one qualifies for my standards, _."
"What makes them so special?"
"Everyone is too much of an idiot to reach them."
"Is that a challenge?" You say with a playful smirk.
Sherlock tilts his head slightly at you, somewhat shocked at what you said.