December 10

Thieves beware (part 7)

The experienced pickpocket John Watson had changed his profession a few weeks ago to the assistant of Sherlock Holmes and had moved in with him. He used the spear bedroom upstairs 221B.

Detective Inspector Lestrade and the rest of the yard still didn't know where he had come from, but after all it wasn't surprising that something strange happened around a man like the consulting detective. John was quickly accepted at the crime scenes, thanks to his ability to make Sherlock a bit less sociopathic.

The two men got rather quick quite close. They chased criminals together, went undercover, looked for informants either John or Sherlock knew from their past on the street (The pickpocket had been really surprised when he learned that his flatmate was an ex-drug addict.) and sipped hundreds of cups of tea during the time in-between.

But when after a few days of boredom and three new holes in the wall a new case came in, something would change.

"Okay, what do we have?", John asked Sherlock after the client had gone.
"She is sure that he hasn't overdosed, but it was a murder. I believe her, there is something about this case. He worked in this gay club", he waved his hand dismissively, "and he was gay to. Maybe we're looking for somebody who hates homosexuals. But that would be dull." John snorted, but the detective ignored him and added: "We have to get a look. I need to see his working place. After all, that was the last place where he was seen alive."

The pickpocket nearly choked on his tea. Coughing he put his cup down.
"You… want to go to a gay bar?", he asked incredulously. Sherlock frowned.
"Of course. Haven't you listened? He worked there!" He glared at him. "Problem with that?", he added, raising an eyebrow.
"I… err… no! It's just… you and I going to a gay bar together…. People might talk."

The detective turned his back to him as he began to walk in the direction of his bedroom.
"That's exactly what I want", he called over his shoulder, "we're going undercover. Dress up!"
And with that, he closed the door behind him.

John gaped at the offending wood between him and his mad friend. He felt a blush creeping up his neck. Quickly he got up, storming out of the living room and stomping up the stairs. Why the hell had Sherlock always to make him look like an idiot?! He swished off to his bedroom, letting John sitting there as if he had done something wrong. The pickpocket grumbled. If Sherlock wanted to play a couple with him, he would get him a show. He would see where his teasing had led him to.

An idea beginning to form in his mind, John started to smirk at his wardrobe. "Well, two can play that game, Sherlock", he said to nobody.

When Sherlock had changed into his tight-fitting jeans and a blank white t-shirt, which he had both bought for a case some years ago and never bothered to throw away, he stared at himself in the mirror.
He would never understand why people associated gays with tight clothes. If he would have any sexual interests, he was sure he would prefer men over women. He just couldn't cope with all that whining and he knew more about the anatomy of men, obviously. But that didn't matter because he wasn't sexually attracted to anyone. People were just so dull.
He ruffled his hair to look a bit more casual and then turned around and headed for the living room.

It was empty. He frowned over the slowness of his flatmate.
"John? Are you coming?", he asked impatiently.
"On my way", came the answer before he could hear footsteps descending the stairs.

When the door to the living room opened, Sherlock's eyes went wide. John stood in the doorframe wearing trousers that hugged his hips, a blue shirt which had the first three buttons open and a leather jacket, which completed his outfit. He smirked at him, his eyes glittering with mischief as he noticed how stunned the detective was. Quickly, he pulled himself together and managed to get a façade on his face. He cleared his throat, trying to speak around the lump which had formed there.
"Uhm… We should go", he managed. What the hell was wrong with him?!

AN: Sorry you had to wait so long today! But I made it up to you, this part is extra long AND now the story begins to get further to Johnlock ;)
- I still don't own anything, otherways JOHNLOCK! -
Merry Christmas,
~ TheNameIsAllieHolmes