John's shyness and allusive behavior gets on the consulting detective's nerves and makes him question a few things about himself as well as his new test subject. By the way there isn't any sexy times in this one, but do not fret! There will more to come!

Chapter 4

"What have we got?" Lestrade asked as he walked up hands in his trouser pockets.

"It's obvious." Sherlock's irritated voiced echoed in the almost completely empty warehouse (that seemed to have had renovations being done to it according to all the construction equipment outside). Save for a few crime scene photographers the detective inspector, John and himself there were not many others around.

"Of course it is…What's obvious?" John asked glancing at Sherlock then looking around a bit self-consciously. Sherlock smirked. John was a relatively smart man, but sometimes he was so clueless. Which Sherlock had recently started to find amusing, maybe even charming. Sherlock pointed to the dead man's head. Even without much of an audience Sherlock had to point out the painfully (in his mind) obvious death of this poor dead chap.

"His death was blunt force, however he was not murdered. The markings on his forearms and legs indicate he had fallen but not far enough that it was the killing blow. No, he had in fact fallen from the beams above and landed partially on those sand bags, partially on the cement floor. As you can see there are small traces of blood on the bags and floor surrounding them. When he began to regain his footing and once again reach a standing position he leaned on the switch that operates the pulley system above. That in turn lifted that plat form, knocking the tool case off the protruding ledge where the man was bludgeoned to death with the various tools from the set."

"That was…"

"Amazing, I know John." Sherlock said putting his hand's in his coat pockets.

"But if he was killed by falling tools where are the tools?" Lestrade asked.

"Oh for God's sakes." Sherlock sighed. He turned and pointed to the van outside the large window.

"The construction worker's employer. He took the tools and hid them in his truck so that his company was not reliable for the man's death." He said.

"But you said it wasn't murder." Lestrade asked. A very livid frown was slowly seeping onto Sherlock's face.

"It wasn't murder... I never said there wasn't a crime though, did I?" Sherlock announced.

"Wait…Construction worker?" John asked.

"Yes, of course construction worker! Who else would have these low grade work boots, an inexpensive and dirty collared shirt and a lunch pail with his name on it?" Sherlock pointed forcefully at the pail that was less than a few feet away from the sand bags. John smiled in understanding as Lestrade gave a short nod.

"Alright then. So it was an accident…" Lestrade Said.

Sherlock turned and began to stalk out of the room with his hands deep in his pockets.

"I'm so glad you pulled me out of bed for such an important case Lestrade, come along John, I think there's another case that we must solve involving a lost puppy." Sherlock snipped out sarcastically.

Soon John and Sherlock were in a taxi heading back to 221B.

"Well, that was an absolute waste of a perfectly good morning spent on my experiment." Sherlock griped.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" John asked as he purposely stared out his window, instead of looking at his friend. Sherlock looked over at John.

"Nothing." He replied, which was of course a lie. What had Sherlock in such an irritable mood was John. He had not been a very good test subject as of late. It had been nearly a month since Sherlock had begun to quietly observe his flat mate. One month of watching John shy away from Sherlock's pats to the shoulder, or his ever so frequent glances that Sherlock almost always caught out of the corner of his eye now. One month of hearing John in his room late at night softly pleasuring himself and ever so quietly whispering Sherlock's name. But the past few days were different.

Recently John had barely looked at Sherlock; no quick glances from the side as Sherlock passed into the kitchen, or long looks as Sherlock analyzed a crime scene. Sherlock had not felt John's eyes on him for less than a second in the past 4 days. And it was getting on Sherlock's nerves. He had thought that he had John all figured out. But over the past days John had barely moved an inch when in the presence of his friend. Even during one instance where Sherlock was practically hovering over him as he typed rapidly on his blog.

And then of course there was the fact that he was dating again….

Sherlock found that, even before he had begun to watch his flat mate more carefully, he didn't like the women that John dated. He found them lacking in almost every sense of the word. There was always something wrong with them. They were never good enough to be with John. These notions of Sherlock's had become even more prominent in his mind ever since he decided to test his friend's emotions. Sherlock had noticed that John was lacking in more than a few areas, therefore he needed someone that could fill those areas with their qualities. John was a smart man, but Sherlock had found himself thinking that what John needed was someone who was impeccably intelligent, witty, and brave. Sherlock was not trying to fool himself though; he knew he was describing himself. He also knew that if he ever told John of these particular thoughts, he would do like he always did and deny anything and everything. Avoiding the situation like a plague. Sherlock smiled at this. At least that was something that was constant. John's denials were another incredibly obvious indicator of his feelings; however the good doctor never stopped to think about the phrase, "doth protest too much". Which always made Sherlock grin.

But if his feelings were so obvious, why go on dates with inadequate women?

"I'm not going to be in for dinner. I have a date with April tonight." John said as the cab neared Baker Street. John chanced a quick look at Sherlock before looking down at his phone.

"April? Who names their child after a month?" Sherlock mummbled with a rigid scoff at the absurdity of it. This was becoming intolerable! Why was John so adamantly trying to hide his feelings even further? There was no point to his actions! Why didn't he just come out with it already?!

"Sherlock, be nice. She's a sweet girl…" John said as he checked his text messages absently. Trying to keep his eyes focused on anything but the man sitting next to him.

"Is she brave?" Sherlock inquired chastising himself at the sudden impulse to ask such a stupid and unnecessary question. Why should he care? He shouldn't even be bothered with thinking about women, especially the women that were dating John. He should be using his brain for more urgent puzzles like serial killers or a good terrorist plot… But alas, he was not. And the thought of John being a distraction rather than a test subject, irritated Sherlock.

"What?" John couldn't help it he had to look up at Sherlock at the odd inquiry of his friend.

"Never mind." Sherlock turned toward the window and didn't say another word. As he pondered something even more puzzling than John's feelings… His own.

Hey Guys! I'm so happy that you like my little story. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to keep going after the first chapter, but you guys are so awesome, how could I not?! Next chapter will be a bit more of John's P.O.V and maybe if we're lucky something might "happen" between our two favorite flat mates! We'll see. By the way, I love reviews! Especially ones with feedback about what you like and what you don't. Anywho, till next Chapter! xoxo :P