The umbrella (Johnlock)

Chapter eleven.

Mycroft's head.

Mycroft's decapitated head was lying on the table in front of us. It was surreal. I had seen a decapitated head before, but the fact that it was Mycroft's head, not attached to his body, actually freaked me out. If I felt this way about this, I'd wonder how Sherlock was doing? I turned to him, and he was holding his hands behind his back. He looked down at the head with despise, and then at Lestrade who looked at Sherlock with a sign that said "pity" on his forehead.

"Well? Tell me?" Sherlock said with a firm and strict voice.

"A maid found it in the walk-in freezer. She claimed there was a secret passage of some sort, a hidden door, and she found it when she was searching for something in there. She immediately contacted us."

Sherlock walked up close to the head, picked it up and started to examine it. "Just as I thought. John come take a look" Sherlock said, holding the head between his hands. "I'd really rather not Sher." I managed to say. "No really, John come here" I walked up next to him, and crinkled my nose by the sight of the head. How could he be okay with this? Sherlock suddenly handed me the head, and I held it with caution. My eyes were as wide as golf balls and I had a wild grimace on my face. Sherlock fuzzled around with something in his pocket, and then pulled it up. The picture Amelia had given us. I carefully turned the head a bit, to reveal the back of his neck. "The tattoo" I said, handing over the head to Sherlock who was busy studying the photo. He refused to take it and I placed it on the table again. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable and whispered to Sherlock: "Sherlock, let's go home" He didn't look up from the photo. "Okay. In a minute. You can just go ahead an get a cab, I'll be right behind you" I nodded in agreement, even though I knew he didn't see me. 

As I headed for the main road I saw a cab coming in my direction, and I lifted my hand. "Oi!" I yelled and the cabbie pulled in. Sherlock came running right behind me, and grabbed my shoulder as we both sat in the cab.

The trip home seemed very long, because Sherlock was so quiet. He sat in the other side of the cab, and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears. He was thinking.

I suddenly got an idea. "Sher?" I said. "Hmm?" Sherlock answered, as I moved closer to him. He was looking outside the window. I stroked his arm gently. He briefly looked at me, and then out the window again. He got the hint.

I moved my face up to his neck, and started kissing it carefully. It then grew to small love-bites and I thought I felt Sherlock trembling a bit. He was probably red as a tomato in his face. Sherlock getting groped on by a man in public. I giggled a bit by the thought of it, and then moved my face up to his, so that our noses were touching. His face was really red, and he almost looked grumpy.

I opened my mouth slightly and he did the same. I stared at his mouth for a bit, before I crashed our lips together. He slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I started gasping for air. He tasted so good. I put my hands behind his head, I wanted to feel him as much as I could. He then suddenly pulled back when the cabbie cleared his throat. He gave us a judging look in the mirror, and I suddenly thought of all the times I had claimed that I wasn't gay. And for some reason I still thought I wasn't. No, no way I couldn't be dating a man? I am straight. Was I just going through a faze? I really had no idea.

We arrived at our flat, and Mrs.Hudson was outside, taking the trash out. Sherlock pulled an arm around me when we were heading for the door. He looked down at me and smiled. Mrs. Hudson saw us, and stopped us in front of the door. "Oh boys, I need to have a chat with you. I think it's very good that you're finally together and all, but could you please do your "activities" elsewhere? The whole street, and I, saw what you were doing up against the window and as your landlady it is my duty to tell you to use the curtains."

Sherlock giggled and I joined him. We walked past her and I unlocked the door. We ran up the stairs, and when we were inside the flat, we both burst out laughing.