See right through me - Teenlock - Part

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Chapter 6

See right through me - Teenlock

Part 4

(Sherlock's P.O.V)

I heard the heavey wooden door creak open as I placed my eye against the eye piece on the micriscope. I didn't lift me head, I couldn't care less who had walked in, unless it was Mycroft of course.

"Sherlock?" The voice that called was familliar, John?

"Mmmm?" I replied, too engrossed in my work to answer properly.

"What are you doin'?" John asked.

"Work John."

"Work?"

"I am a consulting detective for Scotlandyard. They are usless with out me." I spoke in a monotone voice yet I still sounded like I was trying to show off. I wasn't trying to show off, I was simply stateing facts.

"Ok?" John sounded confused and I don't blame him. I did invent the job after all.

"John?"

"Yes, Sherlock?"

"About the English project, what do you say to a murder story?" I kept a poker face but I could see that John was just as excited as me about this.

"Of course!" He grinned. "People always love a good murder! ...Wait not like that, y'know what I meant right?" He babbled.

"Yes." I answered. "There id one problem however."

"What might that be?"

"I havn't solved the case yet."

"The murder?!" John's eyes widened.

"Of course, the murder. What did you think my job was? Finding out who stole Timmy's trike?"

The sandy haird boy blushed shyly. To be honest, he looked quite sweet with his little pink cheeks and dirty blonde hair. Looking at him again, I realised how muscular he was. Not a big build but not stick thin either, unlike me, I was pretty skinny.

I turned back to my microscope as I too was now starting to blush a deep shade of pink.

"This may sound strange," I began, "but would you help me solve this case?" I didn't look at him in fear of his reaction. After a few momments I felt a weight on by back. John was leaning his right arm on my back, grinning like an idiot.

"Sounds splendid my dear Holmes!" I could tell by his tone that he was only playing around. However, it felt nice to be called 'dear'.

"Fantastic my dear Watson." Was all that I said before he happily skipped out of the room, down towards the dinning hall.

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