So chapter 2!
I thought this would be short but it ended up being quiet long. Oh welll! Enjoy! :)
The cab ride to the airport was silent.
The collection of tickets was silent.
The walk through customs was silent.
It only started to become awkward when they both realised that they had an hour to wait until they could depart.
Sherlock hadn't said a word since the brownstone and wasn't planning on talking any time soon. He was subtly staring at Joan, deducing her feelings through her looks and movements. Considering her lack of attention and movement she was overly tired from being up all day. Joan was known for her love of sleep, in fact he'd actually expect her too be napping right now, but she seemed worried, hands constantly rubbing together. A simple sign of being nervous or scared, Sherlock thought. Joan had caught on to his seducing stare, and gave Sherlock a weak smile. All she could think about what what Sherlock had said earlier.
'Deductions!' Sherlock burst out with, resulting in a jumpy Joan.
'I'm sorry what?' Half asleep her mind was switched off, and if she knew what was coming her brain was gonna need a lot of coffee.
'Well dear Watson, it doesn't seem that we are getting much done here does it? We have 37 minutes and 16 seconds until our flight gate is open so I suggest a game of Deductions!' A small boyish smile worked it's way across his face, Joan was genuinely bored and could actually do with something to put her mind off the impending 'holiday' so complied with offer of deductions.
'Go on then, tell me the rules'
'Simple rules are we deduce as much as we can about the people we see in a minute then feed back with what we got, the one with the most wins!'
'Dammit Sherlock you know how tired I am!' Joan whimpered and she slumped into her chair.
'Shall we start?'
'Ehhhhhh, okay then'
The first person to walk past was a middle aged man with short brown hair, he carried a black suitcase and a leather shoulder bag and wore a business like jacket. His face painted with laughter lines and wrinkles and his tan was quiet generously applied.
'1 minute up'
'Watson if you'd like to go first'
Rolling her eyes Joan started to speak.
'Well, he's obviously a business man judging by the expensive nature of the suite and his choice of luggage, also his pre fake tan suggests that's he's going somewhere cold natured as he wants to be tanned for it. And that's all I got'
'Very good, very good, but.' Sherlock gave Joan a wink and she rolled her hand signalling for him to move on.
'If you look closely at his ring finger there's a small mark where the tan has worn, meaning he takes of his wedding ring on some occasions, and his dyed hair and tan all suggest a younger look but judging by his wrinkles he's much older than expected, he's obviously told his wife he's going on a business trip but in actual fact he's going to see a lover who is much younger than him.'
'Forget Deductions let's call this 'Sherlocks show off game'
'Just because you are in a grouchy mood doesn't mean you can stop me from having fun' Sherlocks childish smile showed again as he gave Joan a look that melt butter.
'Okay okay, we play deductions but we give it 3 minutes for each person, at least give me a chance'
'You pull a hard bargain Miss Watson but I shall comply'
They shook hands and deduced the next person. And the next. And the next. Until their gate number was called and they started to walk to their flight.
Tickets checked they began to board the huge British Airways plane to London. Luckily they were in business class meaning they had less people and more legroom. Sherlock was thankful for that however he was still sat between a complete stranger and a sleepy Watson, neither of which would be very entertaining. As everyone buckled up for take off and the air hostesses gave their boring sleep he noticed Joan just staring out the window. Tired? Scared? Just interested? He couldn't tell from the angling of her face, still he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.
'Let's go then' Sherlock thought as the plane took off to be swallowed by clouds.