A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 3

Sherlock sat in the taxi silently sat the other side of the seat from John. He didn’t even look to John, still in a massive mood from their interrupted breakfast as he stared out the window.

The detective, even though he hid it well, hurt easily and the fact all his effort went to waste hurt the most.

John felt absolutely terrible about earlier, every now and then glancing back towards Sherlock. Feeling sorry, yet unsure if how he could make it up to the detective. He looked over at the brunette once more, taking in his elegant yet delicate features. His beautiful eyes, like the colour of a sea after a storm. His cheekbones so sharp you would probably cut yourself on. And not to mention those cupid bow lips- he sighed.
"I'm sorry for earlier, Sherlock.." he said softly, swallowing slightly, "I know you put a lot of effort into all of that this morning... I'm sorry" he apologized, "and I know it was because of me.." he thought to himself.

Sherlock’s eyes were fixed on the city outside as it drifted past like every other day. However he listened intently to John, eyes fixed on the window still and he didn’t turn to him either as he sat there with him.
“It’s fine.” He quietly replied, voice thick though soft. He was still incredibly upset though he tried his best to ignore it.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you.." John sighed, looking away from the detective,"do let me know.." he said as the cab pulled outside the area that was blocked off with police tape.

Police cars like a barricade in front of the house and only a few officers outside standing watch.

John opened the cab door, holding it open for Sherlock slightly as he looked to the scene splayed out in front of them. Stood straight as he usually did. Digging into his pocket to get his wallet and give some cash to the cabbie.

Sherlock stepped out the cab, not answering John as he said this instead he slowly walked to the crime scene, Sherlock for once rather disinterested in it as he stood in front of the tape with his hands in his pockets. He didn’t particularly want to be here, wanting to be at home with John alone.

One of the trainee police officers neared toward them as the blogger had made his way over quickly, attempting to lift the tape, for Sherlock, despite his short height.

"Excuse me? I'm sorry about this but you can't be here.." the trainee began to say.
"We were specifically asked by Sergeant Dimmock.." the shorter male said bluntly.
"Regarding the break in at the house?" The trainee replied.
"Yes.." answered John, glancing to Sherlock for a moment.
"Alright, I'll show you in.." replied the trainee, beginning to lead them towards the house.

Sherlock pulled a face at the officer, obviously not impressed by it all. He, however did, duck under the tape, smirking ever so slightly at John’s attempt to lift it for him. He was still unimpressed by it all but considering he was with John it didn’t seem so bad as he walked slowly across to the property, blue eyes scanning everything in its path.

A bit to the side Lestrade was talking to a few of the officers, near an ambulance as he was getting checked out. Oddly dressed in casual clothing, almost like sleepwear and a bright orange blanket was draped around his shoulders.
John noticed the inspector, "hold up.." he said to the trainee before grasping Sherlock's sleeve slightly and walked over to the yarder, who looked to have a cup of some hot beverage steaming away in his hands. The doctor was in no mood almost but instinctively told the officer, who was going to approach them, that he was a doctor- before going to the yarder.

Sherlock let himself be pulled towards the officer, eyes still scanning everything. He was like a child being pulled by his parent. His eyes were wide and calculating, scanning the house before they met the officer, Sherlock smirking a little at John’s statement of authority though the smirk fizzled out a moment later as he got pulled with John once again.

Lestrade looked away from the officers, to see the detective and blogger coming towards him, "John? Sherlock?" He asked, somewhat surprised, "what are you both doing here?" He asked.
“Well you tell me.” Sherlock bluntly voiced back to the detective inspector, standing just behind John with a rather disinterested facial expression, rolling his eyes a little. The detective glanced around a moment before glancing down to John stood in front of him, gazing at him in admiration for a moment before he gazed to Lestrade.

"We're going to find out the person who broke into your house," John answered, his voice low, "and then find them.." he added, moving to the side slightly, looking to the small cut near the inspector's temple, "it's simple.." he said, before adding, "and Dimmock sent for us anyway.. something about not being officially allowed to solve your own case?" He mumbled slightly.
Sherlock was stood silently at all of this watching John become slightly protective over the inspector and he frowns, almost offended by it as he huffed slightly behind John almost like a child.

"Yeah.." the inspector cleared his throat slightly, "that'll be something about insurance or other.." he mumbled, slightly. Looking as if he was about to get up before stopped him,
"No don't, you'll only feel worse.." he said soft yet sternly, before glancing up to Sherlock before back to Lestrade, "you can stay at ours tonight, if you want." He suggested, in a way that was more than a kind of statement than a question.

Sherlock’s frown turned into one of pure resentment to this as he watched the two of them.
“No he can’t. There is no room.” He argued sternly as he stood there like a stubborn child. Obviously it was a valid reason but he knew John would go against it and overrule him. Though it was worth a try.

"What?" John furrowed his brows, looking to the taller man, "Sherlock, of course there is room.. he can take my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa." He paused slightly, "we can't just let him be without, not when he's just been burgled and attacked.."
Sherlock frowned at this, gazing down to John with wide eyes.
“Well, he better not interfere with my experiments or equipment.” He quickly retorted. He could offer his bed to John as in, sleep next to each other but he would never have the guts and John obviously didn’t like him like that due to the way he was looking at Sherlock.

"I'm sure he won't.." John replied, digging into his pockets before pulling out his house key and handing it to Greg, "here.." he said as Greg took it, looking at it slightly, "use it to get to the flat and settle down, whilst me and Sherlock check everything out?" He suggested, as Greg nodded in reply.  John couldn't help but give Greg a small pat on the shoulder before tugging at Sherlock's sleeve and moving themselves back to the trainee, who had been watching them.