Sherlock
The apartment is spotless and everything is perfect except for the scene in the living room. The living room is like a museum. There are shelves and china cabinets full of collectibles. The furniture is all antique and in perfect condition. The man is positioned on his stomach and has dried blood on the back of his head. Taking out my magnifying glass I look at his skull and the floor. I can feel Lestrade stare. "I'll give you five minutes. I need to go speak with Donavan to see if anything has been found."
I don't respond but keep looking at the skull. . I run my finger around the wound. There are sharp, small, clear, fragments left behind from the object. Being so close to the ground I notice a chemical smell. I then run my hand on the wooden floors. Then, I go around the man's body taking in all the details. I walk over to the nearest shelf and examine its context.
You have got to be joking. Do they not know the difference between a murder and an accident? Anyone with half a brain can see that this is not murder. He was cleaning the floor based off of the smell of it and slipped. His socks are still wet. He hit the wall making a crystal globe fall of the shelf which landed on his head which then rolled under the end table. He blacked out before he could reach for his cell phone in his pocket and he then bled to death. It's so obvious. What is it like in normal humans' brain? It must be so boring. There is only one normal person I know who is not completely dull but he's not here.
Maybe I could get Mycroft to get John sent home early. I would end up owing him a favor but it would be worth it to have him home for a while. John would be mad if he knew that I got Mycroft to interfere but he wouldn't have to know. No, it would not be worth it if John found out. I don't like John being angry with me. He doesn't make me tea. He also yells and won't entertain me but the worst is his face. He looks disappointed when he is angry and that's not right. John should be saying "incredible" and "amazing", not looking at me like that.
-job working at a hospital. John really wanted that job but was worried that he would not get it. I had Mycroft pull some strings; even at nineteen he had governmental influence. Mycroft owed me for not telling mummy that he left me alone at a museum to go meet up with some union friends when he was home on Christmas break. Needless to say John got the job.
Two days after he started John found out. Apparently he overheard his boss talking about how he got a phone call from a government official recommending John. John came over to my house that night and yelled about me interfering. He could tell that I didn't understand why it was a problem. He went on to explain that he wanted to get by on his own merit. Ugh, sentiment.
Sentiment is a chemical defect in the brain. I know this, but I cannot stop myself when it comes to John. He has always been the exception. Normal people bore me. John is normal. He likes to eat, sleep, and do normal activities, yet he is not normal. He finds me amazing, likes danger, and is my conductor of light. He also can surprise me which very few people can do.
What's taking Lestrade so long? He never leaves me alone at a crime scene for longer than a few minutes.
John
"I was led to believe that Scotland Yard is the best and would not tolerate unprofessionalism."
"I can assure you Captain Watson that Scotland Yard is the best and that they are all professionals." the Lestrade defended.
"Really? Because I do not consider it being professional to call someone unhuman and a freak, especially when that someone is helping them do their jobs. I have not been this angry in a long time. Also, if they have a problem with someone they should not talk about them in an area where other people can hear."
Lestrade looks over at the officers. "I apologize for my officers' behavior. I will make sure that it does not happen again. Anderson, Donavan apologize for your behavior."
Oh, so this is Anderson. I can understand why Sherlock doesn't like him.
"It's not our fault. You have not met the man. Holmes comes here acting like he owns the place and insults us." Anderson rages.
"He doesn't get paid; he just does this for fun. He has no respect for the victims and treats them like his play things. " the woman adds.
"So that gives you the right to act like children who didn't get their away? So you don't hate him because he is better at your job than you are? Also, have you considered that he insults you because of your conduct? I mean I have a hard time respecting people who are having an affair. " That may be low but at the moment I don't care.
"What!" Anderson yells.
"How dare you imply such a thing?" Donavan screams.
"Well, the way you're both dressed and the goo-goo eyes you're giving each other suggests that you're together. He is wearing a wedding band but you are not. So an affair it is then." I didn't spend years with Sherlock without learning a few tricks.
Everyone looks surprised.
"You missed the lipstick." I would know that voice anywhere. "Shot in the shoulder, has a psychosomatic limp and suffers from night terrors."
"Sherlock, stop. Do not insult a returned solider." Lestrade sounds upset.
I turn around and look at my best friend. "Amazing!"
"You know you say that out loud?" He's tone is warm.
"I've been told that before, yes."
We both break into laughter. I've missed this so much. Everyone is staring as if we've lost our mind.
"Sherlock, we can't laugh we're at a crime scene."
"It's your fault John, you're the one that started it."
"Wait, you two know each other?" Lestrade questions.
"Of course. John's my best friend."
Everything goes quiet.
"Wait, your friends with the freak?" Anderson sounds confused.
"Do not call him that." Ok, I now really want to punch him in the face.
"John, don't punch him. It would be a waste of time. You would get arrested, then we would have to wait at least ten minutes for Mycroft to get you out. It wouldn't be on your record, but we have better things to do." Sherlock turns toward Lestrade.
"Do you not know the difference between a murder and an accident? How blind are you people?..."
It is good to be home and back where I belong.