CHAPTER FIVE
"John, I need a case!" Sherlock informed John, who was sitting in a chair looking at the newspaper. It wasn't that Sherlock needed a case, he just wanted one to take him mind off of everything that was happening.
"Sherlock, a case is probably not the best thing for you right now." John said as he closed the newspaper and focused his attention to Sherlock. Sherlock didn't acknowledge John's actions, only his words.
"I think a case is the best thing for me right now." Sherlock stated. He continued to move about the room, still not paying attention to John. "Ah!" Sherlock excitedly said as he stopped at the window. "Looks like there's case!"
"What?" John said, trying to get Sherlock to pay attention to him.
"Ah, good morning, Ms. Hudson." A familiar voice came from downstairs.
"Good morning." Ms. Hudson said back.
"Good morning boy-" Lestrade began to say as he reached the top of the stairs.
"What is it?" Sherlock quickly asked.
"What?" Lestrade asked.
"The case! Why else would you be here?" Sherlock answered, still talking quickly.
"Oh, well actually, I've come to talk to John." Lestrade corrected Sherlock. Sherlock sighed, disappointed.
"To me?" John asked, oblivious to the situation. "About what?"
"Well..." Lestrade cleared his throat. "Perhaps in a more private place."
"Private?!" Sherlock interjected.
"Yes private." Lestrade stated.
"You mean away from me." Sherlock laughed. The room fell silent. John focused on Sherlock, Sherlock on Lestrade, Lestrade back at Sherlock, and Ms. Hudson's attention moved around to all of them. "It's fine. I was heading out anyway." Sherlock said from behind his clentched teeth.
"No you weren't." John said as Sherlock grabbed his coat and left.
"Oh dear." Ms. Hudson whispered.
"Don't worry, Ms. Hudson. He'll be back soon." John reassured her.
"Yes... well I'll leave you boys to your business." Ms. Hudson said as she carefully went back down stairs.
"What's this about?" John asked after a few moments of silence.
"John, she's back." Lestrade simply got to the point.
"Who's back?" John questioned.
"The woman." Lestrade answered.
"Irene." John whispered. "No, this can't be hap-" John began to choke on his words.
"John?"
"We... we, uh, can't let Sherlock know." John told Lestrade.
"I know... that's why I came to talk to you." Lestrade informed John.
"Right." John said breathlessly.
"What should we do?"
"Coming to me for advice?" John laughed.
"Yeah, well... you are his only friend."
"I can hardly call us friends."
"Well you... wait are you guys fighting?" Lestrade got off subject.
"No." John said, unsure. Lestrade stared at him for a moment and then got back to the reason her was there.
"Listen, I need you to keep an eye out for him." John shook him head yes and continued to stare thoughtfully at the floor. "Right, I'll be going now."
"Yes, right." John quickly said, forcing himself to break away from his thinking and say goodbye Lestrade.
"Good day, Ms. Hudson." John could hear Lestrade say before he walked out the door.
"Sherlock! Nice to see you again. It's been such a long time." Angelo said as he walked up to the table Sherlock was sitting at and handed him menu.
"Just coffee. Black, two sugars." Sherlock said, kindly pushing the menu away.
"Of course." Angelo replied and then made his way to make the coffee. Sherlock stared out the window. It had been forever since him and John had come here. He missed it. Perhaps not the place itself, but the time spent there with John.
"Where's your date?" Angelo sarcastically said as he set Sherlock's coffee down in front of Sherlock. Sherlock looked up at Angelo, kind of surprised, but he didn't say anything right away.
"He was busy." Sherlock said moving his eyes down to his coffee. Sherlock didn't know if it was the fact that Lestrade had something to tell John and not him, when it was clearly about him, or if it was that John wasn't with him that made him feel so down. Sherlock finally came to the conclusion that the feeling wasn't sadness at all, he just felt that something bad was going to happen soon.
Ahh~
A noise came from Sherlock's phone.
"We need to talk." A message from Irene Adler said.
Beep~
A different noise came from Sherlock's phone.
"Where are you?" A message from John read.
"There's nothing to talk about." Sherlock replied to Irene. Then he opened the message, from John, again. He didn't reply he just re read to himself.
Beep~
"It's getting late. You should come back soon." Another message from John read.
Ahh~
"There is." Irene sent back. Sherlock had made up his mind to not reply.
Ahh~
Sherlock opened up the message and stared at it in disbelief. "He's back."
"Can i get you anything else?" Angelo approached Sherlock's table.
"Uh... No... I've... I've got to go." Sherlock quickly put on his coat and ran out the door.
"John!" Sherlock yelled as he made his way up the stairs to the main room.
"Finally." John laughed, trying to not be suspicious.
"He's back." Sherlock stated.
"He, who's back?" John still oblivious to everything going on around him asked.
"Moriarty!" Sherlock yelled. He scanned the room and looked out the windows several times before closing the curtains.