Chapter 9
Sorry for the slight delay in this update. I was out for a few days for my friend's birthday. I dressed up as the mauraders map! I was so impressed! I hope you like this chapter please review and let me know what you think it really means a lot!
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John opened his laptop logging onto his blog to see the comments that had been left there since their press release as he expected there were a mix of responses but overall they had been well received by the public. A bloody miracle he felt with Sherlock.
"Still not sure...I wouldn't be surprised if he still turned out to be a fake!"
The cynics are usually the first to reply John thought to himself as he scrolled further down the page. He ignored the spattering of negative comments and focused on the positive responses they had received.
"I said from the start that you were real and that you would be able to prove it!"
"Does that mean you will be back solving crimes again?"
"Seems it's another case solved..."
"Nice to see the hat again!"
He had to laugh at the hat comments that were scattered through out the responses. As much as Sherlock hated that hat he was never going to be able to escape it.
He inwardly cursed Sherlock again for refusing to either open a separate account for clients to contact them or to give John the password to his email account. The argument had been long and pointless with Sherlock as it always is but he had been unable to help himself. Sherlock had argued that people knew his email address and would most likely be too stupid to able to cope with the prospect of having to use a different email. He also stated he didn't trust John not to decide what cases they may or may not take on without him being there as his brain as too slow to grasp the ones that mattered from the ones that didn't. He finally argued that he did not need the annoyance and unneeded space taken up in his hard drive to remember two sets of emails and passwords when that space could be used for something much more useful and valuable. As far as Sherlock was concerned that was the subject matter closed.
He didn't even bother trying to hack into Sherlock's email account again. All that had done was give Sherlock more reason to scorn and laugh at how 'slow minded' he was. "Damn you Sherlock," he muttered. It was all he could do to vent his frustration as Sherlock slept. He supposed that was one good thing at least, that Sherlock was actually being sensible with regards to his health.
"What?" a voice enquired from behind him causing him to jump.
"Jesus Sherlock!" John snapped just managing to grasp the laptop before he dropped it from shock.
"Careful with the laptop we need that," Sherlock said heading into the kitchen. "Is there any tea?" he asked.
"Sherlock, what are you doing up? I thought you were sleeping?" he asked watching his friend carefully.
"As you can clearly see i'm awake now is there any tea?" he demanded impatiently.
"No but would you sit down and rest please you really should be sleeping," John said irritably as he got up to make him some tea in the vain hope that it would get him to sit down and rest.
"No time to sleep, sleep is boring there are more important things to do," he said dismissively as he took the cup of tea from John with a slightly shaking hand. "Don't look at me like that, you know it is perfectly normal after a seizure," he snapped wishing the painkillers he'd taken when he woke up would have done more to help the headache and ache of his body.
"Yes but you also know that after a grande mal seizure you are supposed to rest and sleep as much as you can," John said.
"I've rested and i'm fine I have said before I do not wish to be fussed over or treated any differently is that clear?" Sherlock said icily.
"For the last time Sherlock, I am not treating you differently but I do care about you there is a difference. You are always saying you hate wasting time talking about things that are pointless. Well case in point, this is pointless. I am not fussing over you or treating you any differently but I do care about you. So for the last time can you stop having this same argument with me and just accept it and for the love of God, do what you know you need to do to take care of your health," John said evenly.
"I'll try," he conceded hesitantly. "I am fine, I have rested and now we have things to do.," Sherlock said.
"I can see that, you're dressed where are you planning to go? Don't be so stupid to think you are well enough to be running round London and before you even think about saying it this isn't fussing it's stating fact and you know it," John stated.
Sherlock gave John one of his best condescending looks though its effect had somewhat weakened on John over time before he began speaking. "I am not going anywhere but someone is coming here in ten minutes," he said calmly.
"Who?" John asked.
"Lestrade," Sherlock responded sounding almost bored.
"Why is he coming, what does he want?" John pressed.
"To discuss something, most likely relating to Moriarty and the police investigation," Sherlock said disinterest lacing his tone. He was tired but he was determined not to succumb to it, especially not now when things were about to get interesting again as the wheels were once again in motion.
"Oh right, well that's a good thing right. I mean that is what we wanted isn't it? The police to fully clear your name," John said.
"I suppose so but it shouldn't matter so much they are idiots the lot of them," Sherlock muttered.
"Best not say that to them though," John advised.
"Don't see why not," he muttered before returning to the earlier matter. "What were you looking at when I came in that was making you so angry?" he asked.
"Couldn't you just tell me?" he asked smirking a bit.
"I could but according to you it annoys you when I do it so I am giving you the chance to tell me," he said calmly.
John took a moment surprised at Sherlock's growth but he still couldn't help but wonder if it was pure sarcasm before responding. "I was looking at the responses on my blog to our press conference yesterday and cursing you for the email thing that I do not want to get into with you again," he said quickly before Sherlock could start.
"What are the responses like?" he asked moving towards the laptop he wanted to go back to work, he needed his work it was his life.
"They are pretty good but I think we need to look at the emails to see if it is enough to get people interested in wanting actual cases again," John said. He was saved the argument of telling Sherlock he didn't think it was wise for him to be near a computer screen so soon after a seizure by the door bell. Sherlock gestured for John to shut the laptop he hated Lestrade or anyone being involved with his work in any way at all.
"You can get it," Sherlock said sitting down as John looked at him expectantly.
"Sherlock!" John snapped as the doorbell rang again.
"Fine don't answer the door, I am sure they will go away soon," he said with a disinterested shrug. John sighed as he got up ans answered the door ignoring Sherlock's smirk.
"Hi John, it okay if I come in?" Lestrade asked.
"Yeah sure come in, you want tea or anything?" John asked as they came into the living room where Sherlock didn't even bother to acknowledge him.
"Tea would be good thanks John," he said sitting down as John went to make the tea he knew Sherlock wouldn't offer.
"I am guessing you can work out why I am here," Lestrade began.
"I'm sure I can but do tell me," Sherlock said dully as he reached for a cigarette and his lighter.
"Your smoking again since when?" he asked before he could stop himself. He stared at Sherlock in shock. As he did so he couldn't help but notice how tired he was looking but he knew better than to ask.
"Yes I am smoking again why is that all everyone seems to be interested in lately, are your lives really all so boring that the most interesting thing you can think of to question are my smoking habits?" Sherlock demanded.
"Yeah alright Sherlock calm own alright, I'll leave it but well that is actually what I am here to talk to you about," he said.
"What his smoking habits?" John asked confused as he handed Lestrade his tea.
"No, his, well your attitude," he said turning to Sherlock.
"What about it? You know the way I am," Sherlock said curtly.
"Yes Sherlock, we are all aware of what you are like but you need to cooperate with the police on this. You know they will need to interview you again to get this whole thing cleared and it will go a lot easier and faster if you cooperate with them," Lestrade said.
"I can't help it if your colleagues are all idiots," Sherlock said dismissively.
"Sherlock, please do this. You need to keep these opinions to yourself, at least while we get your name cleared then we can maybe find a way to get you back onto some crime scenes. You just need to work with me on this and then give this sometime to blow over," he said.
"Why did you need to come here to tell me this?" Sherlock asked.
"I need to know that you are actually listening to what I am saying and will actually do it. I'm serious Sherlock it is important," Lestrade said firmly.
"Alright, alright I get it, I'll answer all the idiots questions and try not to point out how stupid they are being. I am not doing this for you and I am certainly not doing it for them. I am doing it because I need to get back to work," he said.
"I don't care why you do it as long as you do it. I am serious Sherlock no sarcastic or condescending responses best bet in this I say is for the basis of their interviews you fight every instinct you have to be yourself," he said.
"Fine," Sherlock said in his tone that indicated the discussion was over. Lestrade left hoping he had made it clear just how important this was and that Sherlock did as he was asked. His only hope in this was that it was what he needed to do if he wanted to get back to work.
He only had a few days to wait before he could find out as Sherlock was summoned for questioning.