Game For Two

Chapter 3

I didn't know what to say, I was still distracted by my thoughts running through my head.

"So, what exactly means you're a consulting detective?", I started.

"It means that the police consults me if they can't help themselves, what happens much too often."

"I can imagine that. Most people just can't think, that's the problem."

After that he just stared at me. His blue green eyes were directed at mine, like he tried to spear me with his look.

"Did I said something wrong?", I asked.

"No, no, I was just wondering that I would meet someone else than me who would say that." He made a pause. "Can you?"

"I would say so." A light grin came over his face.

"Mind if I test you?" It sounded a bit weird as he said that.

"Okay..."

"Tell me something about... him."
He pointed at a man sitting at a table, he was in his late 30's and was here with his wife.

"He is around 38 years old and married with the woman sitting in front of him. But obviously he got an affair."

"Why do you think that?"

"Because he has been texting someone the whole time and ignores his wife, he doesn't like being with her. Right handed, he spends a lot time on porn websites, look at his right arm. Not long ago he was in a cinema, he still has some popcorn at his shoe, he may had a date with his affair or he works there."

"No he doesn't, his back is broad, but he isn't the sporty type, his abdomen is too round, so at his job he has to do heavy lifting."

"I think you're right."

"Of course I am"

We looked at each other. I felt a smile spread across my face. He smiled back. He was so bigheaded.

"Don't be too proud of yourself or people might think you were conceited"

"I don't care what people think."

"Why?"

"Why should I?" At some point he was right. They were just people. Let them think what they want and do your thing.

"So do you think that was enough for a proof?"

"You aren't like normal people I think."

"Wow thanks for the compliment", I said sarcastic.

"Thats the highest compliment he could give you at this time. You should appreciate that." Greg came back. "Are you two having fun together? He?"
I didn't have to smell his breath to say: "Greg, you're drunk."

"What? You aren't! What's wrong with you?" He hugged me tight, but I extricated from his arms.

"I think I'm leaving now. It's already 1 am. See you guys!", and with that I stopped a cab to drive me home.

Whoa, what a night. And this Sherlock... I don't know what to think about him. On the one hand he is intelligent, interesting and... those eyes. Those multicoloured eyes are amazing. But on the other hand he is really strange and a bit too self-conscious...
With my thoughts levitate around Sherlock, I slowly fell asleep.

PoV Sherlock

She left because she felt uncomfortable of Greg's drunken hug. Great, now the average IQ lowers again...

"Lestrade, do you know where John is?"

"John? Who is John?" He was completly disorientated.

"John Watson, my flatmate and partner."

"I knew he was your boyfriend! I always knew!"

"No, we're not tog... nevermind, do you know where he is?"

"I thought he was with you!" I went off, it made no sense continueing to talk with Graham or whatever his name was. I walked around, keeping my eyes open for John, I had to tell him about this women I just met. After a while I found him, talking with some old friends of him and obviously drunk.

"John"

"Sherlock, my friend! Where were you? We had so much fun! You should drink something too, there you are!" He passed me a Tequila shot, salt and a piece of a lemon.

"I don't drink, you know that. And I'm not here for drinking. I have to tell you something."

"Then just start talking."

"Not here. We should go to Baker Street first."

"I can't leave now, the party is still on!"

"John. Come with me. Now." I tried to sound as calm and friendly as possible, what was not very much, but it was enough to make John follow me. Or more to make him lean on me while I dragged him behind me and helped him to get into a cab.
While we drove he started hugging me. Now I knew how Em must have felt as George hugged her. I wanted to escape it, but the cab was too small. So I just let him.
I was glad as we stopped and we had to get out. I helped John up the stairways and let him sit on the couch. Then I looked around. Back again in 221B, back home. I didn't like going to where people go. I didn't like people at all, they were just... stupid. And slow.
I started telling John about Em and her abilities, how she deduced a random stranger and was almost right. Fascinating.

"Sounds to me like you have found yourself a girlfriend. Congratulations! This is your first relationship, isn't it?"

"Oh, shut up John, you know I don't let take over my brain by something inferior and absurd like feelings. I will never get into that relationship things."

"However...", John said and passed away. He was snorting loudly. Annoying.
I went to my room and let my body fell into the bed. I changed cloth and crawled under the cover. I thought about her. I should see her again. I feel like I have to. What is wrong with me? I never wanted to see someone. Now I do. Maybe it's a good idea. Maybe not. I will find out.