Friends and maybe a little more.

Chapter 15

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Well, obviously John has gone completely nutter, or The other possibility is, Sherlocks gone completely nutter.

"I'm sorry, what?" John stuttered out.

Sherlock sighed. "Oh John, you know how I hate to repeat myself. Hmm. I've repeated how much I've hated repeating myself. Continuously. To you. Surely you should have gotten that message before."

"No I-

"So you haven't gotten the message?"

"Yes! I've have!"

"Good. Off to Scotland Yard then."

Sherlock strode off with a grin into the busy streets of London.

John sighed. That git wasn't going to settle for anything less than his own way.

The pair walked down the street. bumping into the occasional passer-by.

"Oomph!" Sherlock exclaimed as he fell to the cement.

"Wha- oh. So'y 'ere mate." Replied the big man who dropped Sherlock to the ground. Oddly Enough, he was a Metropolitan police officer.

"No, it's fine." Was all Sherlock said.

"You all right?" John said as he squatted down to Sherlock's level.

"Yes. That man actually helped us." Sherlock smugly replied.

John was confused. Which wasn't really a surprise, if you're around Sherlock long enough. "What do you mean?"

Sherlock raised his hand. In it was a key card.

John sat on the pavement and laughed.

"You planned that, didn't you, you brilliant git?"

Sherlock shrugged."I guess we'll never know. Come on. This way!" Sherlock sprung to his feet and yanked John into an alley way.

"Uh Sherlock?" Johns voice wavered.

"Short cut. Promise." Sherlock answered shortly.

Not wanting to argue, John complied and followed into the alley way.

There was a homeless man sitting on the floor next to a dumpster. He looked like he was sleeping. Or maybe dead.

Sherlock kicked the man in the arm.

"Bill." Sherlock said.

....

"Bill, get up." he kick a bit harder.

"Mhmm..." was all he got in reply.

"Bill!"

"What? Oh, i's you. How life treatn' ya, Shezza?"

John frowned. "Shezza?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes and told John to politely stop talking.

"Seriously though, Shezza?" John stifled a laugh.

"Oi!" bill said, "there a reas'n ya woke me up, or i's you gonna talk to him all day?"

"I need you to help me with a case."

Bill perked up. "What case?"

"Nothing too dangerous."

Bill squinted his eyes. "Oh yea? what in it for me?"

"Well, what do you want?"

Bill closed his eyes and thought for a minute.

"Hmmmm, socks. Shoes. And a some cigarettes."

John tilted his head he just realized how worn down his shoes were.

Sherlock nodded. "Done."

"Okay. what do I have to do?"

Sherlock took a pen and paper out and scribbled out some address and a couple of directions.

"John may I see you phone?"

"Okay..." John gave Sherlock the engraved phone, a bit with caution.

"Here." Sherlock have the phone to Bill before John could argue.

"Now off you go!" Sherlock said.

"Wha? Hey! Sherlock, that's my phone."

Sherlock looked at him puzzled. "Of course it was. you gave it to me."

"Wha? Sherlock you just can't-

Sherlock was still looking at John quizzically.

"Ah- never mind." John said, "Now you said about Scotland Yard?"