Seriously? (JohnLock)

A Surprising Glance

Hey everyone!! First ever JohnLock fanfiction! YAY! This'll be a multi-chapter fanfiction and I appreciate encouragement to get shit done (I'm quite lazy and unmotivated 0_0)

This is dedicated to my amazing, gorgeous, fabulous girlfriend the_flying_ostrich! Thanks for pressuring me to write this xD I love you babe :3

This was written in a little under 2 hours with no edits and its almost one at night. There will be mistakes. I'll go over it again sometime later.

Thanks! ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or anything, I'm just a desperate fangirl who's girlfriend pressured her into writing this ._.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned toward the familiar voice. He barely lifted an eyebrow as John approached the crime scene. "Ah, John. Nice to see you've decided to finally join us."

"What? I've been waiting for you by the taxi for a good 30 minutes! You said that you would make this quick, I'm late for my date!" John retaliated, annoyance filtering his voice. He lifted the crime tape and ducked under it, moving to stand by Sherlock's side. Detective Inspector Lestrade stood underneath a nearby tree, leaning his back onto the bark. A few other forensic detectives and police officers moved in and out of the scene.

"26 minutes and 42 seconds if you want to be technical." Sherlock mentioned as he continued to observe the corpse that was lying on the ground in front of him. "This was obviously an accident." Sherlock took one final look at the body and gave a bored smirk.

"How can that be?" Lestrade asked with a sigh, irritation lacing his features. "He died from blunt force trauma to the top of his head. We know that he didn't fall due to the placement of the body. So how do you explain that this was an accident?"

Sherlock adjusted his leather gloves and then crouched alongside the body. "Well, if you had actually bothered to look, you would have noticed the shards of wood that are prominent in his hair. That, along with the fact that this branch had obviously fallen off that tree in natural conditions and slammed onto his head proves that this was a mere accident." Sherlock began to stand up.

"Wait right there! How do you know that the branch fell off and wasn't torn off?" A police officer said. Sherlock gave a little glare to the obviously new member of the squad.

"The same way that I know about your affair that you've been having, for what? A few months now? Does your wife know? Speaking of your wife, how is her pregnancy treating her? Third trimester is a tough time, but you really shouldn't continue your old smoking habit." The police officer's eyes were as big as saucers and his jaw couldn't stay up. He excused himself, leaving towards the trail.

"You really shouldn't bully the new recruits, Holmes." Turning his back, Sherlock ignored the comment, choosing instead to begin his walk towards the street.

John caught up to Sherlock's side a minute later after apologizing for his partner's behavior. They walked in silence for a while, the fresh air calming. Eventually it was John that broke the silence.

"Why did you draw that out?"

The dark, curly-haired man didn't skip a beat, "What do you mean?"

"The case. Normally a simple thing like that would take you a minute or two. So why did it take thirty?" John wondered aloud, not fully expecting an honest answer from the man walking alongside him.

"Maybe it was just an off-day." Sherlock shrugged slightly.

John scoffed. "Yah right. The amazing Sherlock Holmes having an 'off-day.' How funny is that?" He snuck a glance at the private detective walking next to him. The trench coat and usual blue scarf adorned his body. His curls framed his face just right and the sharp cheekbones seemed even more prominent than usual. He looks good today.

Surprised at his own train of thought, he didn't notice when they reached the street, the cab still waiting for them. John forgot about his previous notion and was glad that he could finally go home to get ready for his date.

The cabbie was listening to music and solving a Sudoku puzzle when Sherlock opened the door abruptly. The man jumped a bit, but quickly regained his composure. "Welcome back! Where to now?"

After both men had gotten into the car, Sherlock answered. "Take us home. 221B Baker Street."

HEY! If you guys liked that, then you will definitely like the_flying_ostrich's stuff. She is an amazing writer, comes out with updates pretty often and has a lot of Sherlock, Once Upon A Time,  Harry Potter, and Hunger Games stories! Check her out :D