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"So about that eye patch," John said looking over Sherlock's shoulder at the dead body on the ground.
"John I am trying to think." Sherlock growled still looking over everything.
"Oh come off it, I know you've already solved this. Now tell me who sent that bloody eye patch." John said irritably.
"I don't recall blood on it John." Sherlock said crouching down to look at the dead man's head.
"You know what I mean." John glowered and crossed his arms, leaning on a wall.
"John, come here a moment, look at this." Sherlock said and waved lazily over to John.
John huffed and stood above Sherlock, "What? What is it I'm looking at?" he said.
"Are you annoyed with me?" Sherlock said still looking at the body.
"Just what am I looking for?" John said still standing behind Sherlock.
Sherlock, while still looking at the body swung his right arm back and tapped John's butt over to his left. John blushed dark red and jumped with a yelp.
Sherlock looked behind him with a cocked up eyebrow, "What?"
John was bright red and fuming, words tried to form the in blonde doctor's mouth but it simply opened and shut with horrified gagging sounds.
"Something wrong?" Sherlock asked.
"Y-Y-You touched my ass!" John shouted, which of course could be heard from outside the room to everyone outside.
"John do keep your voice down." Sherlock said getting up and dusting himself off.
"Your hand was on my ass!" John shouted again.
"John really," Sherlock rolled his eyes, "it wasn't sexual I assure you."
"The bloody hell it wasn't." John glared and kept his hands on his behind.
"Really John you are being ridiculous." Sherlock said and went back to the body.
John sighed and squatted beside Sherlock, "Alright what is I'm-"
A palm came around and lightly tapped John's bottom causing the blond to jump up again, dark red and glaring at the consulting detective who was laughing so hard he rocked backwards slightly.
"You did that on purpose!" John shouted and stood up again.
"Brilliant John, really John truly brilliant," Sherlock chuckled and wiped his eye as if for effect, then all emotion was gone again, "Come now, I need your medical knowledge about these here." He said motioning to a few oddly shaped pinpricks dotting the bald head of the dead man.
"No." John said taking a step back.
"John," Sherlock groaned and turned to look at John from his spot on the floor, "Really now you're being childish."
"Well your being mean." John huffed, a blush still tinting his cheeks.
Lestrade chuckled at the two men from his post, leaning in the doorway, "Do I have to split you two up and put you in time out?"
"Oh do stop trying to be a parent Lestrade, it doesn't suit you." Sherlock said, rolling his eyes, "Now John really come here."
"No funny business." John said watching Sherlock carefully as he knelt down.
"Knight's honor." Sherlock said; John could hear the sarcasm.
"You are not and never will be a knight." John said bitterly touching the man's head for a better angle.
"Now you're catching on, now what would make those?" Sherlock asked.
"Really now where did this dreadful rain come from?" John said climbing into the cab.
"The atmosphere John." Sherlock said sliding into the cab gracefully.
"Surprised you even know that." John muttered looking out the window.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing." John said cheerily over his shoulder.
Sherlock gave the driver the flat's address and the two rode quietly in the back. Sherlock mumbled to himself most of the time. John finally looked over at Sherlock.
"Is that what you do when I'm not home?" he asked.
"Hm?" Sherlock hummed and looked over to John, "Answer my question first."
John blinked in confusion, "What question?"
"The one I just asked." Sherlock replied.
"Yer here." The driver's gruff voice cut between the two men.
"Well then." Sherlock said and paid the man before sliding out of the car in the rain.
"Have a nice night." John smiled to the driver, pulled his coat up a little more and ran inside.
Sherlock was actually holding the door and once John arrived he quickly started bombarding John with information and the doctor simply nodded and let Sherlock go.
"Oh, there you boys are!" Mrs. Hudson called and followed them up the stairs.
"Not now Mrs. Hudson we have work to do." Sherlock said slipping his coat off and heading for John's laptop.
"But dear-"Mrs. Hudson started.
"I said not now." Sherlock glared at the computer screen and started to type away.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Hudson, what can I do for you?" John asked directing the elderly woman to sit in the kitchen.
"Oh nothing I'm afraid dear there is a visitor-"
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
"Good Lord who could that be at this hour?" Mrs. Hudson asked getting up.
"And in this weather." John added standing as well.
"Whoever it is had best leave." Sherlock glared harder at the computer.
"Don't burn a hole in that." John called and went with Mrs. Hudson down the stairs.
"Old wife's tale John!" Sherlock shouted after the pair.
John rolled his eyes and the two went to the door. Mrs. Hudson dusted herself off and pressed her hair down.
"Expecting someone?" John asked; a smile on his face at the old woman.
"Oh hush you." Mrs. Hudson chuckled and opened the door.
It gave the old woman a bit of a fright. A tall man was in the door, he had to be 6'5'' American, pale with bright red hair and a long black rain coat, collar hiding his mouth and nose; only showing his light blue eyes. He had a black umbrella held up in his left hand and a long sword on his back with the handle shown off the left shoulder.
"Has Carmella been here yet?" he spoke, clearly American.
Mrs. Hudson looked as if she might faint; John stood next to her to balance her out, "Um I'm sorry I didn't get your name." John said.
The blue eyes in the man's head shifted from the old lady to John, "I didn't give it. May I come in," the man paused and looked John over again, "Doctor Watson?"