Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 2~ Guessing Games

Edited 7/22/2k16

-------Willow's POV---------

There in front of me is the little door that belongs to Sherlock and John. Standing in front of a stranger's door. It was small and painted black. The door almost looked glossy. Painted perfectly. On the door, golden metal pieces were screwed in. 221B, along with a rusted knocker. I stroll in knowing John is expecting me. I walk up the stairs and go into a room that seems like a living room or workspace. John meets me at the landing. 

"Tea?" He asks smiling. 

  "No. Thank you." The words come out solid and I almost feel bad. I squeeze past John and go into the living room, where Sherlock is. He's sprawled on the couch with his eyes closed. I walked over to the chair across him and sit down silently.

"Go away." He says annoyed. 

"Well that wouldn't be fun would it." I say in a teasing tone.

"Why are you here?" I can't tell if he's playing along or not. 

"Well isn't it obvious, John invited me." I say mocking innocence. 

"Yes he did." Sherlock says finally sitting up. He narrows his eyes onto me. He cocks his head slightly. "There's something about you..." I can easily tell he's analyzing me. "But.. What is it?" He asks slightly frustrated.

I smirk "Think Sherlock, think. What's the one thing you noticed about me in the streets." This amuses me. One side of his lips curve up.

I think he might want to play my little game.

"Ok Willow Reed," He says my name with such venom. "What was the reason you stopped and stared?" His eyes are still analyzing me.

"Well same would go to you. Why did you stop and stare?"

"I asked first." I know he wants to play now.

"Very true Sherlock, what was the reason? Take a guess." I'm smiling, but trying to hide it.

"Very well," His voice starts speeding through his words. "Based on the way you were staring at me, I could tell that you were curious. Pondering if you knew me. Was it the way I looked? The way I dress? No no no. It was the eye contact we made. We were both analyzing everything we saw. Calculating, looking for a disturbance. Looking for danger or a riddle to be solved." He takes a quick breath in ready to rant again, but I budge in.

"Impressive, now it's my turn."

-------John's POV----------

I walk into the living room to see Willow talking almost faster than Sherlock. Her body slowly leaning out of the chair. Her words stop leaving the room dead silent. She's leaning out of her chair with the grin of a child and wide eyes. She raises one eyebrow.

"Did I get it right?" I never knew Willow was as childish as Sherlock gets when he's winning over a case. I look over to Sherlock who is grinning as well.

"You are good."

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