Friends Protect People (Johnlock)

A new detective in town

(John’s POV)

            During the cab ride I couldn’t help myself from sneaking glances over at Sherlock. I still was half expecting myself to close my eyes and open them to find out that this was all a dream and that he wasn’t back… and other things. I can’t believe that I almost bloody kissed the man! How embarrassing, he was probably repulsed by my human urges and was just being polite; after all he probably knew that I all but lost my mind. He’s Sherlock Bloody Holmes for god’s sake, he never misses a thing. I glanced over at him once again. He wasn’t paying attention to me, staring out the window of the cab, most likely fantasizing about the new case that Lestrade had for us. He probably didn’t even miss me; he was just excited to get back to work, with his faithful blogger of course. I wasn’t scared to admit it, I was faithful, and I would follow this man into the pits of hell if that’s what it took to keep him by my side.

            “John.” Softly, he said my name still staring out the window.

            “Yeah Sherlock?” I look over, willing him to look at me with my gaze. He did not oblige.

            “About earlier, at the flat-”

            “Just forget about it, it was nothing.” I cut him off before he could reject me. Again. God, this was Angelo’s all over again. “That was me being human and you can just forget it. It didn’t affect me at all.” Lies, John Watson, lies. Feed him the lies, do whatever it takes to keep him here.

            “Oh.” His reply was curt, and in the reflection of the mirror I could see him frown slightly. Was he confused by something? No, probably thankful that he didn’t have to talk to me about such an awkward topic. The rest of the ride was filled with heavy silence, and as soon as we pulled up to Scotland Yard Sherlock bounded out of the cab before it was even stopped all the way. Sighing, I threw a tenner at the cabbie before chasing Sherlock into the building.

            “Now, Sherlock, these people have thought you dead-” my voice caught a little bit, but I swallowed, hoping he didn’t notice. “Dead for 2 years, waltzing into the yard might not be the best…” I trailed off, as he opened the doors dramatically and strode into the building. “… Idea” I finished lamely, jogging after the sociopath before he got punched in the face again. I didn’t bother to tell him, but he was forming the dark circles around his eyes that are associated with a broken nose. That added with the fact that he was supposed to be dead, needless to say, shocked some people.

*ten minutes later*

            ‘Well that could have gone better’ I though bitterly as some of the other officers tried to revive Sally Donovan- no luck so far. I didn’t feel bad, she all but gloated that Sherlock was a fake and got what he deserved. The Yard had asked me for help on the cases during the first few months, but I wasn’t nearly as good as the one and only consulting detective. Speaking of which, I had no idea where the man in question was at the moment. God, I was do tired of him leaving me like this. I turned around a couple times before I spotting the familiar dark curls in Lestrade’s office.

            “… and the forensics team is absolutely baffled there is no forensic evidence to be found and this is the 7th victim killed this way.” Lestrade was rattling off information, giving me a slight nod as indication he knew I was here.

            “Of course the forensic team is baffled Anderson is on it. I will only need 5 minutes on the scene, maybe we can stop off at the morgue as well. God how did you and your weak-minded team solve any crimes while I was away?” Of course Sherlock wouldn’t be Sherlock if he didn’t throw in a jibe at the police but what was making Lestrade look away so uncomfortably? He should be used to Sherlock by now.