The cold English breeze entwined around Sherlock as he casually walked towards the entrance to Scotland yard, John walked not far behind him glanced back one more time to the blue KA that was parked at the back of the car park, he could faintly make out the outline of Leila who was forced to stay put. Sherlock's reason: Because she made him stay cramped in the car while she and John went into the petrol station.
The hot blast of air made John come back to reality, following Sherlock down the corridor the warmth from the heater left as quickly as it arrived. John let his mind wonder again, his brain processing the thought of how Sherlock and Leila are so alike. He shuddered at the thought, one Sherlock was barely tolerable but two, two would be like being in a living hell. And putting those under the same roof, well one of them is probably going to end up dead by the end.
Sherlock and John turned the corner and were slowly closing in on a familiar office. A grey haired male stepped out of the office, his eyes landing on the two men a sigh left his lips and he turned back into the office leaving the door open. Sherlock entered first leaving John to close the door behind them.
"What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you two lovely people at such short notice?" the grey haired man asked while taking a seat behind the desk and folding his arms across his chest.
"A sharpie pen." Sherlock replied. "The ink comprises a main carrier solvent, a glyceride, a pyrrolidone, a resin and a colorant. Making it waterproof. With a steady hand and the capability to be able to draw well it can be used to draw realistic looking tattoos." Sherlock explained pacing back and forth.
"If I wanted to know that I would've googled it. What are you here for?" the man behind the desk asked impatiently, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and looking down at his watch for the sixth time.
"I was getting there. The cases of the body found in Victoria park and the body found by the Thames may have appeared to be separate cases but just one word changed all of what was believed to be true. The word karma appearing on both victims body's and both drawn on with a sharpie pen." Sherlock concluded. "Lestrade, if you would allow me to take a look at the the files of the two victims you be free to go to whatever you are impatiently waiting to go to." Lestrade laughed and raised from his chair, the door suddenly swung open.
"Boss, she says she's with the doctor and the freak." The voice that belonged to Anderson irritated Sherlock's ears. "Got yourself another girl then Watson?" Sherlock whipped around to face the grinning expression of the officer.
"No. She's just a friend." John corrected. Anderson's face fell and he turned to look at Sherlock.
"Don't tell me she's Holmes's girl?" Anderson enquired his voice laced in shock.
"No I'm not." Leila stated rolling her eyes. She looked up to find herself under attack from Sherlock's icy glare.
"I told you to stay in the car!" He spoke slowly and sharply, each word cutting her deep. She scoffed.
"I got bored." She shrugged. "Sitting in a motionless car can get very boring." Lestrade looked at Leila, confusion etched onto his face.
"Anyway, Sherlock you're not even supposed to be here, you're sick. I'll get someone to look over those files and you, you can go home and get better." Lestrade ordered. "And if I see your face in this building before you have stopped spreading your germs, I swear you won't ever get to see those files." Sherlock opened his mouth to argue but stopped when John's hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"We'll be off then." John replied smiling up at the detective inspector. Anderson stepped out of the doorway. Sherlock narrowed his eyes at Lestrade before turning dramatically and walking out of the office, Leila a step behind him.
"Laters." They both called out. John blinked twice, his body frozen in shock. He slowly closed the office door behind him. They really are alike.