Distasteful Profession

Drama queen family.

John had cleaned off the kitchen table and counter. He began to cook eggs and a couple strips of bacon. Meanwhile, Rosie's breakfast was being stirred with his other hand. Sherlock soon came wandering out of his room with Rosie in his arms. He smiled.

"'S that Daddy? Let's go see what he's up to, hm?" Sherlock said, slightly tickling at Rosie's tummy. He almost seemed human as he walked up behind John and looked over his shoulder to the eggs. "Looks delicious, John," Sherlock said as he hugged John with Rosie. "Good Morning, you two. Ready for breakfast?" John asked, flipping the last egg onto the plate. John turned off the stove top and brought the two plates to the table. Sherlock dragged the high chair over and strapped Rosie to it. John asked Sherlock to bring him Rosie's breakfast, which was on the counter. "Thanks," Said John as he turned to Rosie, who was bouncing in her seat from excitement. Sherlock chuckled, "Someone's hungry." as he plucked the eggs and bacon from the plates.

By 08.30, Rosie was getting a bath and getting ready to go to Julie's for the day. Sherlock was texting Mycroft to tell him John was insisting on helping them move their sister. John drove Rosie over to Julie's flat and when he got back, he called out for a vacation day.

Mycroft called Sherlock to tell him he was there. They went to the rooftop, due to Sherlock insisting Mycroft doesn't travel by car and there lowered a helicopter. "Holy Sherlock. How much does your brother have?" John asked, covering his face with his arm. Sherlock put his arm around John's waist and pulled him close as he jumped to the step of the latter that was thrown down to him. "This is dangerous!" John shouted over the loud noise of the helicopter's rotors cutting through the air like knives. "I warned you!" Sherlock shouted back.

They were pulled up into the helicopter to sit in actual seats. Mycroft was sitting in one of them. The one across from Sherlock, actually. John took his seat next to Sherlock, leaning to him, away from the door. "Was that completely necessary?" John asked, his voice trembling with fear. Sherlock put his arm around John to comfort him. Mycroft paused, then cleared his throat. "Was you accompanying us completely necessary?" He asked. Sherlock gave him a look as he kicked and scuffed up Mycroft's shoes. "All I'm saying is, shouldn't you be more concerned about-" Mycroft stared until Sherlock quickly jabbed his shoe into Mycroft's leg again. Sherlock gave him another urgent look.

John put his head down to avoid the fact that he had a massive fear of heights due to his time In serving the military. Sherlock gave John's shoulder a slight squeeze in an attempt at comfort him. Sherlock had told his brother not to talk at all during the trip beforehand and those kicks were just to remind him of Sherlock's conditions of coming with. Sherlock looked and saw he got a text from Mycroft.

"So, is he your new Boyfriend?"
"New? More like my first and I don't even know what we are yet,"
"Well, He is married,"
"Well, he's convinced he's widowed,"

John was beginning to relax his tenseness. Sherlock turned to smile when he found John's eyes closed. Sherlock texted Mycroft,

"This is our second time cuddling."
"You're a killer, Sherlock. Killers don't cuddle,"
"Killers also tend to not have a full-time job at a police precinct,"

"John, we're here," Sherlock whispered sweetly as he placed a quick kiss onto John's forehead. John's eyes slowly opened as Sherlock began to stand, taking away the warmth and support of his body.

"Ugh! Father, PTSD, supposedly widowed, police, one sister, mum and dad died at a young age. Not very close with people, I see. Hello, John. I'm Euros. Sherlock's older sister and Mycroft's younger," Euros greeted John with a full-on verbal biography. "Yes, well. He's not your toy, Euros!" Sherlock snapped, steering John away from Euros' unusual greeting. "Yes, of course. Wouldn't want to take what's yours, big brother." She said, smiling. "Dad is packing the last box. All we'll need to do is maybe it and help me control the impulses of my homicidal tendencies,"

John gave a concerned look as Sherlock hugged her and said, "I'm proud of you and I'm here if you need anything," she smiled as they parted. John looked at then, slightly uncomfortable. "Right. Well, let's help Dad move things." Mycroft said. "Let's go, John," Mycroft placed a hand on John's back, leading him into the complex building, away from Sherlock. "My little brother likes you a lot," Mycroft said, only glancing at him. John looked up at Mycroft and slowed his steps to a halt. "So, you're going to threaten me that if I hurt his feelings, you'll hurt me?" John scoffed as he crossed his arms. "Knowing that Sherlock rarely has feelings, yes. It goes along that line."

"What do you even do? For a living, I mean?" John asked, planting his hands on his hips. "Nothing that important, really," Mycroft assured. "He is the British Government. When he's not too busy being the FBI or the Secret Service." Sherlock startled John with his sudden appearance. John turned quickly, startled even more by Sherlock's close proximity. John stumbled back, holding his breath for a moment. Once John gained his balance, he muttered curse words under his breath and stuck close to Sherlock as they went to Euros's 'living space'

"It's a cage," John said, staring at the glass cell in astonishment, "You kept your sister in a glass cage?" Sherlock stepped into the area, the walls completely have gone by now. He grabbed the pillow on the bed and carried it under his arm. John followed, grabbing a different box. Carrying it up to his chest, he walked diagonally to not trip on anything. Mycroft didn't do much, which kind of made John mad. Sherlock noticed but didn't know how to address the situation.

Sherlock's Dad caught up with John on the hallway. "My son seems to be taking a fancy to you, just a shade," he said with a smile. John only shrugged his shoulders as if to brush it off as nothing. "You don't fancy him, then?" The older man asked, raising a brow. "I'm not saying that. It's just, I need time." John said, placing the box into the back of a car. Sherlock's father followed suit. Euros walked up to the two men. "Where's mummy?" She asked. "She slept in; I decided to go and let her sleep." He said. "Awe, Sherlock will be broken up about it. Have you told him?" She asked, tilting her head to the right.

John decided to commute in the same car as Euros, instead of the Helicopter with Mycroft. Sherlock's father drove as Euros sat in the front passenger seat and Sherlock sat in the back, directly next to John. Upon not having Mycroft watching them with very judgmental eyes, Sherlock saw this as an opportunity for him to find out where he stood with John.

Sherlock shifted his hand from his lap, where it had been folded neatly with the other one, to beside his left leg, resting itself silently onto the seat. John hadn't noticed anything until he felt the side of Sherlock's hand nudging his. John looked up at Sherlock, but he was looking out the window, a slight pink tint to his pale features. John lightly smiled as he slowly and gently covered Sherlock's hand with his own. Sherlock was slightly surprised by John's reaction. He looked at John, who was still gazing upon his facial features. John's eyes slightly widened as he quickly turned his head to look out the window, using the same technique to avoid Sherlock seeing his face lit up with a pink flame to his already slightly darker tone as Sherlock had. Sherlock looked out the window once more. John slowly began to stroke his thumb on the back of Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock was flustered by He time they reached Euros' new flat. He couldn't look at John without blushing and wanting to hug him and make these strange squealing noises that made him not be able to breathe. Sherlock must've been sick. Yes, there was something in John's eggs and bacon that made him sick. Then again, if he told John about his suspicions, John might not cook for him. Just the thought made him feel a shade bit saddened.

They got done moving Euros' stuff into her flat around 17.30, so Sherlock thought to ask if John wanted to go out for dinner. "Sone we don't have to get Rosie 'till later. I mean, if you don't want too, we could just get take away." Sherlock said nervously. Sherlock seldom was nervous about asking someone to accompany him to a meal. John hesitated but nodded. "I guess since we have time to spare," He said. Sherlock's heart leapt at his answer.