Game For Two

Chapter 4

PoV Em

This morning was warm and nice. The sun was shining bright and there were no clouds at the blue sky. I decided to go for another walk and just when I grabbed my keys, my Phone beeped.

*beep*

Bored? Come and play.

SH

It was Sherlock. Why did he asked me to come over? To play? What does he mean? I hope this is not part of a pervert fantasy.

I knocked at 221B and waited. An older women opened the door, she introduced herself as Mrs. Hudson. Then she told me to go upstairs and I did. Another door? Okay. I knocked again. But nothing. I knocked again. Still nothing. He ordered me to his place and then let me standing in front of his door and doesn't open it? It made me frustraded so I knocked harder and this time it opened.
Right in front of me was standing Sherlock holding a gun in his right hand. My muskles tensed ready to fight, adrenaline rushed through my body. I stared at him, then at the gun, again at him. What does he do next? Whatever it was, I am ready.

"Hey Em", he said and he already noticed my tension. "I need you for a case, come in, the game is on!"

I was confused. What did he just say? The game is on? What game? And why is he holding this gun?

He led me into his flat, it was quite spacious and the furniture had an old-time flare. I felt very comfortable. And this smell... cigarettes... it reminded me of my early years. My parents always smoked and I accustomed to the smell of cigarettes. He offered me a chair and I sat down.

"Tea?", he asked.

"Yes, please." He entered the kitchen, returned with two cups of tea and handed me one of them. I took a sip and relaxed immediately. A warm feeling floated my body.

"Why am I here?"

"Like I said I need you for a case, John is out with his girlfriend and I can't do it all by myself, this requires another person. Someone with similar abilitys to mine. John learned to observe important aspects and combine them with the time he was with me and you have got these skills." He made a pause. "What do you say?"
Great. Something to do. Not only sitting around doing nothing or checking social media for some needless crap like always.

"Of course I'll join your investigations, sounds like fun. What are we dealing with?"

"Robbery, at least a gang of three criminals, five raids in the past two weeks, they only target jewelers and they're very fast. A single housebreak just lasts for around three minutes, they're good organised. I found out where they will burglarize next and we will be there, awaiting them and ready to catch them."

"Good plan, I hope it will work."

"Oh, trust me, it will. I am certain."

"When are we going?"

"This evening. Be prepared."

"Alright, but what do we do until then?"

"Hmm... we could go get some food. Are you hungry?"

"Always! There's no way I could get full, never." I really had no satiety since I was a child, I couldn't explain, but that's just how it is.
So we headed out to get a cab and he told him the adress from a restaurant. The ride was quiet, Sherlock did nothing else than staring out of the window. Wondering what he's thinking about. I looked at him. A long, black coat was covering him. Why did he wear that, it is about 20°C and he is wearing a coat. And the collar was turned up. Did he do that to look cool? Well, it worked, it did look cool and in combination with his extremely high cheekbones it was quite hot... What were I thinking? Right at that moment he turned to me. I instantly stopped gazing him and led my view out of the window by my side. Wow the asphalt of the street was indeed interesting. No, it wasn't, but I had to think of something else than him.
We arrived at a Italian restaurant, he paid the cabbie and we walked inside to sit down at a table. The waiter brought us the menu and I chose "Tortellini Emiliani". A few minutes after the waiter returned.

"Have you already decided?"

"I'll have "Tortellini Emiliani"."

"And you, Sir?"

"Oh, I don't take anything, thank you." He didn't ordered anything. But why did he ask me out for a meal?

"You won't eat something?"

"No, I'm not hungry. I don't eat much." I was a bit confused. But okay, if he doesn't want to, he shouldn't. Although he was already raw-boned...
He looked across the room while I was eating. We had no remarkable conversation, I just kept eating.
As I finished, I paid and we exited the restaurant.

Somehow he organised a car, I didn't asked how, I didn't wanted to know. We hopped in and he drove to the jeweler. There we set up to wait for some time. And the time passed by...