CH.4
"I cannot believe I let you talk me into getting this vehicle," John said, rubbing his temples.
"Why? I have always wanted a truck, but in London, it would be obsolete," Sherlock said happily. They ended up renting a 2014 Chevy Silverado with the works. Sherlock figured since he wasn't paying for it, might as well get something nice.
"We aren't farmers, Sherlock. What in the sodding hell do we need a truck for?" John asked.
"Just because we aren't farmers doesn't mean we can't have a truck, John. Aren't you the one always telling me to lighten up? I don't much like this mind switch we have going on," Sherlock joked.
"Jeez...alright, have your fun. Just remember what we did come to the states for," John reminded him.
"I know, John," Sherlock said, looking into the rearview mirror and changing into the other lane.
"So where are we headed, anyway?" John asked, looking at the map he bought at the car rental place.
"Away from D.C," Sherlock said, smirking.
"Obviously...but we have been on the road for almost an hour now. Maryland isn't that big. We need to find somewhere to stay tonight," John said.
"OK...what city are we closest to now?" Sherlock said, looking at the signs just ahead.
"Um...according to the signs, it looks like Frederick," John said, looking at the signs as well, then the map again.
"Then that's where we are staying for now," Sherlock said. "I'll get off at the next exit," Sherlock looked at the signs again, and then back to the road. He briefly looked at John, and smiled. He was excited; not just because he was on a case, but the prospect of a new beginning for John and himself.
"What?" John asked, smiling too.
"Nothing...just happy is all," Sherlock said.
"Like 'Im on a case' happy? Or normal happy?" John joked.
"Both," Sherlock answered truthfully.
"Oh...well then...me too Sherlock," John said, smiling and looking back to the map. "Frederick...hopefully they have somewhere to stop for tea,"
"I'm sure they do," Sherlock said, as he got onto the exit ramp. As soon as the truck exited the ramp and got onto the main road, Sherlock and John looked around on each side of them at all the restaurants and shops lining Frederick's Golden Mile. "Told you,"
"Wow. London doesn't have all these squashed into one place...at least they are spread out," John said. "Bob Evans," he read off the sign. "We can stop there," he suggested.
"Sounds good. I am actually hungry," Sherlock said.
"Really? Thought you don't eat on a case," John teased.
"Im technicality not on the case yet," Sherlock said. "I want to get settled first. He's not going to do anything naughty just yet. Like I said, he wants to make a splash,"
"Alright. I hope he doesn't 'make his splash' in the middle of our lunch," John said.
"Ok. Here we are," Sherlock said, as he pulled into a parking spot. "I'm still not used to driving on the right side of the road. Strange feeling,"
"I know. Everything looks all backwards," John agreed, as they walked into the restaurant. First thing they both noticed; LOUD. Very loud, indeed. But, the smells wafting from the kitchen made up for it.
