The talk with Lestrade didn't take long, it was mostly going over anything that I might be able to remember, and while I could remember a few more snippets, I knew it wasn't anything that would be helpful. But the Detective Inspector was very kind about everything and I could tell why the other two liked him so much. Finally, I stood up and shook his hand, stepping out of the office to see Sherlock smirking slightly and John with his head down, one hand over his eye. "I missed something." I stated as I looked between them.
John looked up at me, sliding his hand down over his face. "It's nothing. Just Sherlock being Sherlock." He jokes with a smirk.
I giggled a little and then nodded. "Alright.." And Sherlock turned to go, leading the way to the elevators. I followed, but Lestrade held John back for a few moments.
"Oiy, mate." Lestrade said, holding John back by his arm. "This might seem, well, not the right time to ask this question, but.. she on the market?" He asks with a little smirk.
John looked rather surprised, and then he nods quietly. "You're right, not the right time to ask." He said with a little smirk. "I think Sherlock might be interested in her, so.. at your own risk, Greg." He purposely leaves out his own interest, figuring that it's not as important. With a slight smile, he turned and joined me and Sherlock at the elevator. "We should get you home so you can rest." He says, taking in my tired appearance.
"Yeah.. that sounds good." I was starting to get a little sleepy, tilting my head back against the elevator wall again as it started to descend. "Forget everything else, I just want to go home and rest."
We were all silent as we made ourselves out of the New Scotland Yard building, Sherlock hailing a cab and we all got in, the ride back to Baker Street being rather short, or at least feeling that way, but I think I might have drifted off once or twice.
Finally back at the flat, up the 17 stairs, I saw the bags of clothes sitting at the top of the stairs and smiled, dropping my wallet into one as I removed my jacket and hung it up with the others.
"I already made some room in my closet for you to put your things, Sofia. Mine is bigger than John's, it only makes sense." Sherlock said after removing his jacket, going to check his laptop quickly.
"Thanks.. I need to wash most of them anyway, remember?" I joked, and after John pointed me to the right place, I put in a load and started it, heading back to the livingroom to see Sherlock lying on his back on the couch, hands folded in front of his face in what looked like prayer. "So.. I guess I'm not going to be napping." I said with a small pout since he was taking up all of the couch and that was precisely where I wanted to nap.
Sherlock opened one eye slowly. "Something wrong with the bed?" he asked with an arch of an eyebrow.
John couldn't help but smirk, sitting in his chair and just trying to see how this all played out, if his quiet sips of tea and amused expression were anything to go by.
"Well, no, but I was hoping to watch a bit of tellie. It's.. too quiet back in the bedroom for me to sleep well." I had to admit, feeling rather stupid about it, but I was slipping out of my shoes anyway, avoiding looking at them and therefore missing the exchange of glances between John and Sherlock.
Sherlock finally sighed. "Fine.. come over here." he says, sitting up properly on the sofa, removing his suit jacket and laying it over the back of the couch before waiting for me to come over.
I didn't sit directly next to him, not sure what he was intending, and he just sighed, reaching over to pull me over so I was next to him. And though it was a little awkward for him, he slipped his arm around my waist, then pulled me over as he laid back down on the couch, nudging me until I was laying between him and the couch, my head on his chest, and one of my arms laying on his chest as well, hand in front of my face. Sherlock's free hand is up above his head, one around my waist still. "There. Now we can both use the couch." He glanced over at John for a moment.
John just smiled his approval and got up, grabbing the remote and after turning the TV on, he placed it on Sherlock's chest with a smirk, right next to my hand. "There you go. Looks comfy enough." he says before walking to the desk to look at his laptop.
I had to admit, it was rather comfortable and a little soothing. Sherlock was warm, I could hear his heartbeat under my face, and I flicked the channel on the TV before tossing the remote onto the coffee table when finding something I wanted to watch, knowing I wouldn't be awake that long. I shifted to get that last little bit comfortable that caused my entire body to relax. "It is surprising comfortable."I mumbled, licking my lips a little before I felt my eyes slide closed, my fingers curling in his shirt a little. "Thank you.." I mumbled a moment before I could feel myself drifting off.