Contact High → Sherlock Holmes (BBC) [on hold]

{ fifty-one }

Mary watched as Isaac Whitney stumbled outside and headed to her car. "Can I get in, please, Mrs. Watson?" he asked hazily but politely. Mary nodded, "Of course." Isaac climbed into the front seat. Mary looked over at him curiously, "Where is Carmen and John?"

"They're 'aving a fight," Isaac said softly.

"Who? Carmen and John are fighting?" Mary asked in surprise. All she got was a cryptic shake of the head out of her high passenger. Up on the second story of the building, a door burst open. Sherlock, wearing sweatpants and a dirty hoodie, walked out angrily. Mary could hear his words clearly through the open car window.

"For God's sake, Carmen, I'm on a case!" Sherlock shouted.

Carmen emerged from the door, pointing an accusing finger at him, "You are not! You can't lie to me again, you said you wouldn't lie anymore! One month you've been gone, I was out of my mind!"

Sherlock groaned in frustration, moving down the fire escape and hopping over the wall that separated the parking lot from the house. "I'm working!" Sherlock whined. John followed behind Carmen and Sherlock, throwing his hands up, "Sherlock Holmes in a drug den, how is that going to look?"

"Bad," Carmen suggested. Both of them men glared at her. "I'm undercover," Sherlock snapped. Carmen threw up her hands, "No you're not!" Sherlock curled his lip, a mocking voice coming over him, "Well I'm not now!"

Mary started the car and drove closer to them, yelling from the open window, "Get in, all of you!" John headed to the back seat and sat down angrily. Sherlock took the other side. Carmen hesitated outside a moment, seeing the man that she had broken the nose of running up. It was still gushing blood, and Carmen wondered if he even knew how to make it stop.

"Please, can I come?" he asked, "I've got a broken nose!"

"No, go away," Mary said.

Carmen turned to her, guilt eating at her, "No, let him. I'm the one that broke his nose."

Sherlock let out a loud laugh, startling all of them. The man climbed inside the car, settling in the middle seat in-between John and Sherlock. "Hang on," Carmen said softly. She just realized her mistake. There was six people and five seats. John pursed his lips, "Look, I'll get out and get a cab a few streets over... It's not a big deal."

Mary started to protest. The man in the middle's nose began to drip on the seat and Carmen cringed. Sherlock rolled his eyes at the clamor, grabbing Carmen by the waist and settling her in his lap. She let out a squeak at the suddenness of it, shifting to get more comfortable. Sherlock buckled the both of them in, glancing uncomfortably out the window as Carmen moved to get comfortable on his lap.

Everyone looked at them with wide eyes. "What?" Sherlock snapped. Mary decided not to say anything about the illegality of it and shrugged, "I mean, I guess we're taking everybody home, aren't we?" Carmen shifted again in Sherlock's lap and he grit his teeth.

"Can you stop doing that?" he hissed.

Carmen glanced over at him, "What?"

"Moving," Sherlock explained, "Sit still."

Carmen furrowed her eyebrows, "Why?"

"Because I'm very high and I haven't seen you in a month," Sherlock snapped.

Carmen gave another wiggle just to annoy him and smirked, "You need a hot shower before I can even entertain that thought."

"More like a cold shower," Sherlock muttered to himself.

The man beside them looked over, nose still dripping, and took in Sherlock's marginally flushed face, "You alright, Shezza?"

Carmen nearly choked on the air, "Shezza?"  She turned her wide eyes to Sherlock, who cringed. "I was undercover," Sherlock snapped bitterly. Carmen covered her mouth, shoving a laugh back down in her throat.