Chapter 3
Sherlock was silent.
"Are you going to talk Sherlock?" Lestrade prompted.
"Well you won't believe me will you so what's the point in wasting my breath?" Lestrade sighed.
"If you don't convince us Sherlock I'll have to lock you in a cell..." Before Sherlock could retort with a sarcastic comment John butted in.
"Can I just talk to Sherlock?"
"Yes, of course but remember if you run away then we can put you both in cells."
"Thank you." John led Sherlock out the room by the hand. He pulled him out of view of any prying eyes or any eavesdropping ears.
"Sherlock you saw what happened when you were in court with Jim because you didn't do what I said. That will happen again if you're not careful." Sherlock looked into the caring eyes of John.
"I don't try to be clever." He said pitifully. John took Sherlock's face in his hands.
"You've got to try Sherlock. Otherwise it will just be me and Molly and possibly Mrs Hudson against Jim. And to be honest with you if the law is on Jim's side I don't think he would find it that hard to...dispose of us." Sherlock put his hands on top of John's.
"I will try. But there will be some things that you will just have you go along with."
"Only do something if you have to or you're sure it will work."
"Maybe." Sherlock murmured smiling. John shook his head laughing. They looked into each other's eyes for a minute. All of a sudden John leaned in and kissed Sherlock but only on the cheek. Sherlock was startled at first.
"Just don't do anything stupid." John said after taking a deep breath. Sherlock kissed John on the lips. He held John. John was cautious at first but he soon relaxed and held Sherlock back. He had never seen this side of Sherlock and he wasn't going to forget it anytime soon. Almost as soon as it had happened Sherlock was slowly pulled away. He straightened his scarf and started to walk back to Lestrade's office as if nothing had happened. John stared after him for a couple of seconds before hurrying after him. Back in Lestrade's office Sherlock was already talking. John realised Sherlock had not yet condemned himself nor had he saved himself.
"He tried to kill John! Why would I get someone to put a bomb on John?" This had everyone stumped. Well nearly everyone. Anderson and Donovan still needed convincing.
"You've never cared about anyone before, why should you start now?" Donovan said smirking thinking this would flummox the great Sherlock Holmes!
"Because I need John. And he isn't like any other flatmate I've had before. He puts up with my experiments, my violin, my days of not talking and he makes me eat."
"Oh he makes you eat does he? Isn't he amazing!" Mycroft said sarcastically. Everyone ignored him which just annoyed Mycroft. He liked being listened to and was used to being in charge. Lestrade was chewing on his lip.
"I think we'll have to trust you for now but anything...murder-ish or you are the suspect of something serious then you'll be in a cell before you know it." Donovan had her arms folded and was looking moody. Anderson was looking annoyed but everyone was looking generally satisfied. Sherlock nodded at John as if to say "I knew it would be fine." John held out his hand for Sherlock and much to the surprise of everyone else in the room he took it and was led out the room by John.