John Henry's Inn was not the largest establishment in the world, but it was certainly a decently well kept and friendly one. The girl sitting behind the desk couldn't have been more then nineteen, but she had the biggest smile on her face as the three of them checked in for the night.
Greg barely even noticed as she handed them their keys for the night and chatted with John. He was worried about Sherlock. The poor man looked shell-shocked. As best he could figure, John had done something to the consulting detective while they were at the station getting Sherlock's hair washed out and the car's tank filled. He had the smuggest grin on his face too, which gave it away. He knew that he wasn't on the same level as Sherlock, but even he could tell when someone had been doing something of a sexual nature in his vicinity. All he could do was sigh and shake his head over the whole thing. Sherlock was going to have his hands full, if the sideways glances John were giving him were any indication.
'Sher… Heddwyn? Dinner?'
Sherlock looked at him startled from his thoughts. He nodded and Greg sighed again. His friends pale green eyes were blank and filled with trepidation as they fell on their smiling companion.
'Sounds wonderful Greg. Heddwyn? Are we going to go too?'
'Yes.' Sherlock's voice was tiny and drew a concerned look to the recently freed doctor's face. Frankly Greg was concerned too. He had never seen his friend like this. He placed a gentle hand on the other man's arm and caught his eye.
'Would you rather stay and rest? I can take Iain into the pub and we can let you stay in if you're not feeling well.'
John nodded his agreement. 'If you're not feeling well, I can go with Greg and bring you something back.'
Sherlock nodded slightly. 'That might be best.'
'All right then, we'll see you later.'
SH/JW
AN: Ok this one is a little short, but I'll be posting the next part very soon, maybe even tomorrow... Love to all my readers.
Disclaimer: Not mine. ;.;