Part Ten - BelinasEgg
It was nearing lunch when John Watson entered 221B. Sherlock didn't appear to have moved, and his stony features didn't acknowledge the doctor's entrance.
John immediately read all the signs, and with a sigh realised that his flatmate was sulking. Or at least pretending too. Sherlock had a habit of doing that when displeased, and somehow John knew that walking out on his friend was a action which Sherlock wouldn't approve of.
He was still feeling slightly antagonistic towards Sherlock. Why couldn't the stubborn man pull himself together and actually doing something nice for once? Despite being sure Sherlock was 'good', he didn't often show it. There was an awkward silence, both studiously ignoring the other.
Sherlock's phone pinged with a text, but he ignored it. That was the only sound for ten minutes, Sherlock pretending to look down a microscope, and John pretending to read a book.
"What are you doing?" John asked when the silence got awkward, even for them.
"Case." Sherlock grunted.
"Oh? One of Lestrade's?"
"Yes."
John gave up there and then. He was irritable and annoyed. Never a good mood to be in when talking to Sherlock. He had tried Whitehall first, deciding Mycroft's other haunts could wait. He looked glumly back on what had happened.
He'd approached the huge gates, and found several men on guard. Not for the first time, John actually wished Sherlock was there. He could probably had come up with some story to get past the hulking men.
"Can I come through?" lame, but what else was he supposed to ask?
A guard sneered in an unfriendly manner at him.
"Not unless you have a pass, 'guv." he said in rough tones.
"I'm looking for Mycroft Holmes, is he here?"
"Never 'eard of 'im."
John absently wondered why the government (i.e Mycroft) hadn't bothered to hire guards who could be understood.
"Are you sure? This could be a matter of great importance."
The look he had been given clearly told him that he should leave before he got arrested.
Sherlock looked up at him, rolling his eyes.
"I'm going out. Coming?"
The consulting detective hardly need ask the question. John immediately jumped up and followed his friend and flatmate, still pondering the case Mycroft had created.