The Detective and his Assistant

by Jean22501

With Sherlock putting his life on the line every chance he gets, John's feeling of worry turns into something else. Sherlock begins noticing John's feelings and becomes confused with his own feelings that have come up.Unable to confront John, as well as himself, with the feeling, Sherlock instinctively ignores them and tries to hide them with the feelings he thinks he has for Irene

4. Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Sherlock stood, looking observantly out his window again. He knew that it would be impossible to rest, there was too much that needed to be solved.

John, who stood momentarily outside of Sherlock's room, listened carefully to see if Sherlock was indeed resting or not. There didn't seem to be movement but before John knew it, Sherlock swung open his bedroom door. John broke away from his concentrated stare to look at Sherlock. Sherlock stood in the door, only making eye contact with John for a split second. He flipped the collar of his coat upwards and then began walking to the stairs.

"I'm going out." Sherlock declared and the continued his journey down the stairs. John continued to stare where Sherlock had been standing until the slamming of the front door brought him back to reality.

Sherlock soon found himself standing at the yellow crime scene tape. He hesitated before quickly walking into the building. This time Sherlock did not walk cautiously up the stairs, he knew what was waiting for him.

"How'd you know I'd be here?" A voice said from a chair that faced away from Sherlock.

"The last time I was here, you had been here. We'd just missed you." Sherlock answered.

"But how?"

"How could someone forget the smell of your perfume? It took months for the smell to fade from my coat." Sherlock answered, annoyed. There was a moment of silence as Sherlock waited for a response.

"Are you going to tell me what you know?" Sherlock decided to ask once he figured out there would not be a response.

"I know just as much as you do." Irene Adler deviously laughed as she rose form the chair and began walking towards Sherlock.

"You're lying." Sherlock confronted her as she stood only inches from him.

"Just a little." Irene confessed. Sherlock shot a glare down at her. "Dinner, Mr. Holmes?" Irene then said as she moved closer to him.

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"Aren't you going to order anything?" Irene asked as she handed the waitress her menu after ordering.

"No." Sherlock emotionlessly answered.

"Okay then. " Irene whispered.

"Tell me what you know." Sherlock demanded.

"I don't know-"

"Tell me what you know!" Sherlock began to raise his voice. People who sat around them began to stare.

"I can't." Irene answered quickly so that Sherlock could not interrupt her.

"Why?" He immediately questioned.

"I just can't." Irene answered. Sherlock observed every movement Irene made. A small grin appeared on his face as he came to a conclusion.

"He's watching you, isn't he?" Sherlock said as he began noticeably searching the area. There was no sign of anyone unusual, but that didn't mean anything.

"Sherlock, stop. Please for your own safety." Irene begged.

"My own safety?" Sherlock turned, laughing, to look back at her. "I'm never really safe, regardless of what I do."

"If not for the safety of yourself," Irene began, "then for the safety of those you hold dearest to you." Sherlock's face dropped.

"John." He slightly whispered to himself. "I think we're done here." Sherlock said just as Irene's food arrived.

"Sherlock!" Irene tried to stop him. Sherlock threw enough money on the table that would pay the bill, and probably leave enough for a big tip, and then walked nervously out the door.

Sherlock walked frantically unsure of which direction to go. He tried to think of any and every possibility; There was absolutely nothing. Sherlock finally made his way to the flat.

"John!" He yelled as he slammed the door. "John!" He yelled again this time making his way up the stairs. "John!" He began to panic when there was no immediate response.

"What?" John's voice came from the top of the stairs. Sherlock sighed in relief when he turned around to see John standing there safe and sound. Sherlock, refraining himself from running and hugging John, weakly slouched into a chair. "Sherlock," John said concerned. "What is it?" John began walking closer to Sherlock.

"Nothing." Sherlock replied. John continued walking closer.

"Sherl-" John was interrupted.

"I said it was nothing!" Sherlock quickly got up and went to his room, slamming the door behind him. The strange feeling had begun making its way throughout Sherlock's body. Sherlock became angry at the unexplainable feeling. It was something he had never felt to this extreme before.