December 12

Thieves beware (part 9)

The bar was loud and crowded. Everywhere were dancing people, pressing their sweating bodys against each other.
"Brilliant", John grumbled. "How are we supposed to get survey here?"
Sherlock just smiled at him. "The best disguise is the crowd. Nobody will remember us." He led them to the bar, where they watched the dancing people for a little while in silence.

"Who are we looking for, exactely?", John asked after some minutes.
"The murderer", Sherlock stated bluntly.
The pickpocket gaped at him. "You know already who he is?", he asked incredulously.
Sherlock smirked. "I have a suspicion. Stay here. I'll go and look for him on the dancefloor." And with that, he disappeared into the croud.

John rolles his eyes, shaking his head about his flatmate. Then he turned around to the bar and ordered a whiskey.
He sipped at the drink, letting his eyes wander over the crowd, when a man sat down behind him. He was tall and had ginger hair. He leaned over to John, invading his personal space and purred: "Hi gorgeous, what are you doing here so all alone?", into his ear. John shuddered, but not because of pleasure.

"I...err...", he stuttered. He couldn't think of a good answer.
"Don't you think it's too loud here?", the man asked, a fake frown on his face. "Why don't we look for a place a bit more... private?", he added, winking at him.
John blushed, opening his mouth to say something. But before he could, he was interrupted by a familiar baritone behind him.
He felt Sherlock's arms wrap around his belly from behind, as the detective said: "Hi love, I'm back. And who is this friendly fellow here?"

Relieved John leaned back against Sherlock's front. The ginger haired man backed a bit away a bit.
"Oh, you two... Are together?", he asked locking back and forth between them. John nodded. "Yes, he's my boyfriend. So would you please stop flirting with him and let us alone?", Sherlock stated coolly.

At his words John's heart started to flutter. A grin tugged at his lips. For a strange reason he liked hearing this from Sherlock. But before he could think further about it, the man disappeared to the dancing floor and Sherlock let go of him. He walked around him to the bar and pulled a little plastic bag out of his jacket and put the glass of the ginger haired man in it. Then he turned around, winking at John.
"Fingerprints saved."

AN: Sorry, this is short... But many things happens ;) Can you feel the love in the air?
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Merry Christmas
~ TheNameIsAllieHolmes