"Sherlock, please stop staring at that laptop. It's going to kill your eyes." Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, slamming the laptop. Sherlock leaned back and rolled his eyes at her.
"Mrs. Hudson. Please get out." He said seriously. She shook her head as she wiped the table. She picked up a mug and put it in the sink.
"Sherlock, I'm not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson sighed. Sherlock waved her off and opened the laptop again. He started researching until he heard the doorbell. He jumped up and blushed a little.
"It's John." He darted down the steps as Mrs. Hudson smiled. She laughed as she went back to sweeping the floor. Sherlock opened the door to see John facing the other way. Sherlock flipped his messy hair to the side and cleared his throat. John turned around and grinned.
"Hey, I just came by to, uh, talk about the Ms. Mertz case." John said. Sherlock nodded and let him in. As they climbed up the steps, Mrs. Hudson yelled her greetings from the kitchen.
"Hello, John! How are you?" She yelled. John walked through the doorway and waved.
"Hello, Mrs. Hudson. I'm well, how are you?" John smiled and looked around. Sherlock's wall had been covered in photos of Mr. Mertz and maps.
John nodded. He took his seat in his usual chair and studied the wall. Sherlock watched John's eyes move across the wall. He noticed John had deep green eyes. He tried to tear himself away but he couldn't. Until John caught him watching.
John stared into Sherlock's eyes, which were a pale, bright green. He moved his eyes to the carpet and tried to focus on something else. Which was a difficult task he has tried too many times.
Mrs. Hudson could feel the tension in the room. She stepped towards the door.
"Uh, I'm going to go back to my place… I'll talk to you later, John." She waved and darted out of there. She smiled to herself as she closed the door to her place.
"John," Sherlock said, stepping aside so John could see the wall. "What are you thinking?"
He wanted to blurt out what he was thinking about but he knew he couldn't.
"Mr. Mertz seemed to have been involved in some drug dealing business with Irene Adler." John sighed.
"Correct but I need more." Sherlock said, sitting down. John faced him. There was a silence as Sherlock contemplated.
"Well, go to your mind palace. You've talked to her. I presume you're still texting her too." John exclaimed, jealously in his tone. Sherlock chuckled.
"Of course. But I'm not texting her. Unless she wants me to find out details." John felt as though a small weight was lifted off of him.
"John, look closer. What does Mr. Mertz look like?" He asked. John shrugged. He watched Sherlock purse his lips and rub them together. His pale, bright green eyes were moving from each picture. John loved the way Sherlock's hair curled naturally. John shifted in his seat.
"Sherlock, I don't really want to… to work on this." John finally exclaimed. Sherlock turned his head to face John. John swallowed.
"Neither do I. Let's go get some dinner, hm?" John smiled and got up. He hadn't come here to do the case or go out to lunch, though. He came to just see Sherlock, just to hear his voice.
"Let's go. C'mon, John." Sherlock had waited for John for too long. Sherlock had waited for someone like John to come walking, or in John's case, limping, into his life. He didn't think he needed someone like John until he came.
Sherlock held the door open for John, who nodded his head in thanks. Sherlock could feel his face getting hot. He shook his head and closed the door behind him.
When they got to the place, the waiter irritated Sherlock. He smiled too much and he was very clumsy. John felt that Sherlock was becoming impatient so he asked the waiter to excuse them when he asked for their orders. He nodded his head and almost skipped off.
"Sherlock, do you want another waiter?" John asked. Sherlock looked at him in shock.
"How did you know?"
"You're my… best friend, Sherlock." John sighed. Sherlock stared at him. He gave him a questioning look.
"I know when you're upset, Sherlock. I've seen it before." Sherlock then gave him a pleading look, as if to say can you just get the new waiter?
John got up and stormed his way to the front desk. He always does things for him. John was always spoiling Sherlock and what had he gotten in return? On his way, though, he had heard the waiter's voice and him say "Sherlock".
He paused and turned to where the voice was. It was coming from behind a door which led to the kitchen. He tiptoed over and crouched by the door. The waiter had an annoyed tone.
"...that Sherlock doesn't talk. His other guy is way nicer. Honestly, that guy is so rude and he acts like he hasn't had human contact. I know he's a famous detective and all but he just sucks as a human. I don't know why that midget hangs out with him. I would-" John had crept in and punched the waiter in the face.
He fell over and laid on the floor, unconscious. The man who he was talking to stared at John, wide-eyed and sprinted away. John turned back to the waiter and smirked.
"Take that, dick."