"When do we start?" John asked sounding somewhat too eager. Sherlock rolled his sleeve up a bit to look at his watch.
"In two hours and forty-five minutes." He replied. John just nodded. "Its almost noon, you should be starving by now, biscuits aren't filling enough for an early breakfast." Sherlock said. John starred wide-eyed at Sherlock with a confused expression on his face.
"What? H-how did you-" Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Its obvious, your under eyes tell me you have been unable to sleep the past few nights. So you have an early breakfast since you're awake anyway. Money is tight so you get cheap food such as biscuits. You still have a few crumbs around your mouth. I know that money is tight because of your suit. The suit is at least five years old. The trousers have been poorly hemmed several times, showing that you can't afford to get new ones your size. They have been hemmed and un-hemmed proving that you had them before you stopped growing so at least five years. Am I right?" John stood shocked for a moment.
"Spot on! That was extraordinary, absolutely extraordinary!" John stammered.
"You think so?" Sherlock looked kind of perplexed.
" Of course!"
"Hmm, that's not what people usually say."
"What do they usually say?"
"Blow it out your barracks bag!" (Means: "Shut up! Go to hell!") The two men chuckled. "Would you care to join me for lunch?" Sherlock asked.
"Sounds great."
Sherlock and John were sitting across each other in a little restaurant that wasn't too far-off from the Tower of London. The restaurant was pretty posh. The walls had light blue and white Victorian patterned wallpaper. It was pretty busy since it was rush hour. They could over hear some people's conversations some girl was laughing really loudly in the back. A young waitress came up to their table handing them the menus. John and Sherlock hadn't said a word neither, knew what to say. The waitress came back.
"What can I get you gentle man?" she asked warmly. She was a cute blond with short locks and blue eyes.
"May I have the halibut and chips please?" John asked. She nodded then turning her attention to Sherlock.
"Just tea for me thanks."
"Aren't you hungry?" John asked.
"No, I ate yesterday." Sherlock gestured the waitress to leave.
"Will do." She said pivoting toward the kitchen.
"What do you mean you ate yesterday? You need to eat everyday." Sherlock rolled his eyes again and sighed.
"Digestion slows me down mentally." John decided to give up on arguing. Sherlock was an adult, he was entirely capable of making decisions for himself. The waitress came back with John's food and Sherlock's tea. John began to eat his halibut, it wasn't the best he ever had but he enjoyed it.
"What do you call what you did back in the room?" John asked with food still in his mouth.
"The science of deduction. To put it simply, most people only see but I see and observe. I think of the possibilities until I can narrow it down to just one." Sherlock replied, he was leaning back into the chair sipping at his tea.
"Interesting, Where did you learn how to 'deduce'?" John is genuinely fascinated by Sherlock and was getting curious.
"I don't know, my brother and I just picked it up." Sherlock shrugged. Sherlock hated mentioning his brother, it was unlike him to mention he had one so casually. Sherlock was beginning to like John, he seemed like a good man but, he still was pretty ordinary.
"A brother eh? I have an older sister, her name is Harriet. I bet it was fun growing up with a brother!" John chirped
"'Fun" isn't the word I would use." Sherlock's expression fell.
"I see, you two don't get on well, that's unfortunate."
"Quiet." He took another sip from his tea. John finished his halibut and began to eat the chips. The conversation came to lull. The waitress came back to pour Sherlock some more tea and take away John's plate.
"Dessert?" She asked
" No thank-" Sherlock interrupted once again.
"He'll have the vanilla ice cream and chocolate chip cookie." He said to the waitress, she wrote it down and left.
"What was that about?!" John was a little angry.
"This is my treat, and don't try to pretend you weren't staring at it on the menu." John lowered his shoulders in defeat.
"You don't have to pay for my food, I can do it myself."
"Consider it a "welcome" gift." Sherlock kept insisted that he paid since he suggested lunch. John gave up and let him pay. The waitress came back with the ice cream and cookie as well as the check. Sherlock quickly pulled out his wallet and paid her for the meal. She thanked him and walked away. Sherlock turned his attention to John who was almost done his ice cream. Sherlock studied him, he feels as though he has forgotten something, something important. He can't pin point what it is though. John broke his train of thought. John pushed the plate with the large cookie on it towards him.
"Take it. You haven't eaten anything and you paid for it." Sherlock promptly refused but John was being persistent. Sherlock gave in and took the cookie. John smiled at his victory. The two men got up and left thanking the waitress on the way out. John was beginning to believe that Sherlock had the superpower to stop any cabbie whenever he needed one. A cab quickly stopped for Sherlock and began to drive them back to the tower.
John began to suddenly feel nervous about work. Sure enough this Sherlock guy is bit cocky and too in over his head but, he wasn't sure how violent he was. He didn't strike him as one to give mercy but that would make him great for the job then. Especially since he is okay about hurting a woman. John pushed the thought aside. It was time to focus on the job that was at hand.