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Chapter 10 - A Study in Pink

The car ride is long, and full of silence.

"Who are you?" I ask Sherlock, breaking the silence. "What do you do?"

Sherlock looks away from the window and at me, his brows knitting together. "What kind of a question is that?"

"I honestly don't know much about you!" I say. "Except that you're genius, but that's it."

He looks in front of him and rolls his eyes. "What do you think?"

"Well..." I say. "You're a detective..."

"What kind of detective?"

"A kind of detective you made up for youself. Consulting."

"Only one in the world." He says. "So...if you look at me, what do you see? What can you read about me?"

"We've done this before."

"Let's do it again." He suggests.

I heave a sigh and look at him.

Same kind of clothes, but...

I find more deductions about him.

High heartrate, constantly alert. Not interested in relationships of any kind; except for the hateful kind of relationships, he's good at those. But friendships and romantic relationships? Not so much.

"Sociopath. Love to solve puzzles. High heartrate, constantly alert-obviously active. Not a 'family man.' Older brother who's supposedly smarter than you and you despise him." I pause. "Not a physcopath." I finish simply.

I see a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What about me?"

He looks at me and narrows his eyes a little, his eyes flitting back and forth at a quick pace. After about a minute, he speaks.

"Learned some self-defense when 11. Detective-in-training." He says. "I'm sorry, usually I..."

"Know more?" I finish.

"Well..." He looks me in the eye. "Yes."

"I'm an open book," I say. "But in a different language. You just have to learn the language in order to read me." Then I laugh, realizing how odd the sentence sounded. "Sorry, it sounded better in my mind."

He smiles. "I know what you mean."

"Really Sherlock?"John asks him. "You don't know anything else about her?"

Sherlock looks at me again, and after about half a minute of him staring me in the eye I shift uncomfortably in my seat, edging slightly closer to John.

A minute later Sherlock looks at John.

"No."