Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter two
John was startled out of his memories as a knock came at the door; he could not have possibly been lost in his memories for that long, could he? It could not have been longer than ten minutes.
Lestrade must have been in the car when he called, John thought.
John thought about ignoring it until Sherlock spoke.
"It's okay John," Sherlock's voice was low but even. "Let Lestrade and his … company in."
John noted that in walked Lestrade, Donovan, and that bastard Superintendent of his, what was his name? The memory of punching him in the face those many months ago after he called Sherlock a weirdo brought an involuntary smile to John's face.
"John." Lestrade looked somewhat nervous.
"Greg," John answered followed by a short uncomfortable silence. John glanced toward Sherlock. His mask was back in place.
To anyone that did not know him, he appeared calm even bored at the intrusion. Impeccably dressed in his dark navy pinstripe suit, with a white shirt sitting cross-legged in his chair. His soft black curls hung loosely around his face, a little longer than usual.
With everything that … happened, a haircut had been a low priority. His hands were folded in his lap.
Only John noticed faint bruising to his wrist barely covered by his suit cuff. A reminder of the handcuffs. John alone noticed the slight trembling to his hands.
The Chief Superintendent spoke up. "Ah, Mr. Holmes you are requested on a case. The Ambassador to America, Mr. Prison has a friend whose daughter has been kidnapped. You were specially requested to assist. Now, we brought the evidence for you to look…"
"You have some bloody nerve coming here after what the lot of you did!" John replied full of anger.
"Now wait a minute," The Chief Superintendent bristled, "I came to a decision based on the evidence."
"You came to a decision of convenience. Maybe a little arrogance and pride mixed in. You resented the fact that a consultant detective could be more clever that the lot of you. You were all too happy to look the other way when it suited you, but the moment there was the slightest pressure, all loyalties went out the door." John made a point to look at Donovan who suddenly found the floor interesting.
"His name was cleared…," The Chief Superintendent started.
"No thanks to any of you, only Lestrade helped." John then opened his mouth to tell them in the most impolite way possible to get out, but was interrupted by his name.
"John!" when had Sherlock stood?
His hand was on John's wrist, gently but firmly holding it to gain his attention. He noticed the slight sweat on Sherlock's brow for his effort. How long has he been calling my name? John wondered with guilt.
John looked in his eyes and Sherlock in John's. No words were spoken, but an entire conversation took place.
John understood. "I'll put the kettle to boil," John sighed.