"Quit it."
"Quit what?" Sherlock glanced over at John, and apathy, with only the slightest hint of confusion laced his eyes.
"You're all tense, it's making me tense." John said. "Stop it."
Sherlock met his eyes for a moment, then just stared back out into the night. They'd been gone for a few hours now, having spent the last hour sitting on a bench in the park.
Lestrade and Jayden will probably be worried about us soon, John reflected. We'd best be getting back soon.
John's gaze turned to Sherlock, quickly studying and evaluating his state of mind.
He was calm, not panicked. He seemed to be mostly with it, even though he seemed so far away. But still, there was that tension in him. He was wound up tight just waiting for something to set him loose.
"Is there anything you can do that is even remotely healthy that will help you to relax?"
"And legal?"Sherlock smirked.
"Figured legal would be too much to ask for." John said.
"Hm." Was all that Sherlock gave in response.
"In all seriousness though, is there anything?"
Sherlock licked his lips, then shook his head. "No." He sighed. "Nothing that meets that requirement."
"Then I guess there's nothing keeping us here then, is there?"
"I guess not." Sherlock combed through his hair, pulling his mobile out briefly, just long enough to see the lock screen. He returned it to his pocket.
"You expecting a text?" John asked.
"Not really, no."
John watched Sherlock as they slowly walked back to Lestrade's flat.
"Sherlock, out of curiosity, how are you feeling?"
"John, really? Feelings, again?"
"I'm just curious." John said. "Say the first two that pop into your mind."
"No."
John stopped walking. "Hm, well, we're staying right here until you do."
"Really John, you're going to pull this on me?"
"Yep." John popped his 'P' just as Sherlock always did when he was being defiant.
Sherlock paced a little, tossing his hands to a moderate height, near his shoulders and head.
I've just got to wait out the fit, John thought.
"How do you know I won't just leave you there?" Sherlock asked.
"Because Moriarty is on the loose, and I think you'd rather not have me kidnapped again."
"Don't be so sure."Sherlock stood straight, staring down at the doctor, but John would have none of Sherlock's attempts at intimidation.
"Oh, but I am."
John looked up at Sherlock with a straight lipped smirk.
Sherlock's face broke its stony expression and he rolled his eyes, running a hand through his unruly curls in annoyance. The tips of Sherlock's fingers found his ears then quickly slid across his face applying enough pressure to temporarily distort his face.
"You know what? Fine." Sherlock said. Plenty of unspoken language accompanied his words in the form of flailing arms and a tossing head. "I'm... anxious, wishing that this whole thing would get on with it and move a bit faster instead of forcing us to wait like little sugar plum fairies, and I..." Sherlock paused a moment, stilling. His irritation from before having drained a bit, he was able to reflect a little deeper.
"I'm..." Sherlock sighed, "I'm tired. I just want all of this to be over with."
John nodded, mentally going over what Sherlock had said. "Alright." He said. "Let's go."
"What-" John hesitated, debating whether or not he should ask.
"What what?" Sherlock asked.
"Nothing, never mind, not important."
"If it remained in your thoughts long enough that you began to voice your question than it must be, at least in part, important." Sherlock said.
"What were those things you said?" John asked.
"Things?"
"The ones that sounded like orders." John elaborated.
"I suppose they were what they sounded like." Sherlock said.
"From your time in Serbia?"
"Or Japan, China, Russia, Turkey, France, Czechoslovakia, Iran, Iraq, or Egypt. Take your pick, could have been any of them."
"No, I don't think it could have." John said, "You-"
Once again John hesitated, remembering how it had affected Sherlock the last time.
"You used the same accent as last time."
Sherlock paused, "Yes, well," he said, "I suppose it was Serbia then, wasn't it?"
"Listen, if you ever need to-"
"I'm fine, John." Sherlock interrupted, then hesitated. "Or at least I will be."
"The accent-"
"I was in deep cover, alright?!" Sherlock said, then paused momentarily, his voice losing the passion and taking on more of a reflective tone. "Really deep. And If-" John nodded, prompting Sherlock to continue.
"If I didn't keep the cover well enough, then it didn't end well."
A/N: Alright, so I feel guilty for not posting quicker, but I couldn't find a good way to end this chapter other than how I did. Sorry it's short, but the next one should be longer. Please review, I'd love to know what you think of where I'm going with the story.