A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 7

Sherlock hasn’t awoken for over a few hours now, still softly snoring curled under his duvet. Greg was in John’s room, giving them some space and strangely the flat was quiet for once. Though the sleeping detective soon shifted, slowly and groggily beginning to wake. He stretched a little in bed before slowly getting to his feet, curls a wild mess, t-shirt ruffled and cheeks a nice rosy colour from sleep. He slowly headed into the kitchen, tugging on his dressing gown before heading into -the living room and much to Sherlock’s utter shock, he noticed John asleep on the sofa. The detective stared in awe a moment, noticing how relaxed his body was, the soft breathing, the slow rise and fall of John’s chest, his hair slightly messy. Sherlock smiled ever so softly before silently grabbing a blanket, slowly heading over to John as he draped the warm fabric around the smaller man, tucking him in it so he was snug. He gazed lovingly a moment before he headed into the kitchen, closing the doors behind him as he began to make some tea and check over some lasting experiments.

The loud sound of feet on the stairs coming down from John's bedroom, could be heard. Evidently being Greg, which came to be proved when he sleepily muttered to himself as he nearly lost his footing. He mumbled to himself before hearing the sounds from the kitchen and made his way over towards the kitchen, dragging his feet tiredly along the floor.
"Sherlock?" He mumbled sleepily, wiping the sleepy from his eyes as he looked at the detective.

Sherlock soon glanced up with a roll of his eyes as he saw the state of the man before him, all sleepy and uncoordinated. However this is just how Sherlock is when he has just woken.
“Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be?” He muttered quietly as to not wake John, eyes gazing into his microscope, changing the petri-dish before writing down some shorthand.

The yarder shrugged, slightly as he blinked a little.
"John, possibly?" He answered in a slight mumble, looking over Sherlock's shoulder slightly, "What is that you're going?" He asked curiously.
Sherlock glanced up at this before rolling his eyes, gazing right back into the microscope.
“Nothing you would understand.” He sighed a little as he continued to work being quiet as he didn’t want to wake John, listening carefully and hearing that his breathing hadn’t shifted, the blogger still very much deep in sleep.

"Well if you say so.."Greg shrugged slightly, his hair sticking up a little, "How long have you been up?" He yawned, as he went over and filled the kettle up before flicking the switch on it. The water bubbling and making a fairly loud noise.

Sherlock sighed in irritation at this as he glanced to Gary.
“Are you always this annoying in the morning?” He huffed before he scowled at the noise of the kettle, glancing to the kitchen doors before back to Lestrade.
“You’re going to wake John with that racket, he’s only next door.” He hushed, turning back to his experiment with a unimpressed expression.
"Don't worry, he won't. I'm sure you've made noise and he hasn't woken.." Greg mumbled as he leant back against the counter, looking at Sherlock. Observing him a little bit.
"You like him.. don't you?" He asked quietly crossing his arms slightly. Knowing if he didn't give a pep talk, nobody else will.

Sherlock immediately paused at this, eyes wide as he gazed right into the microscope. Though as he gazed into it he couldn’t at all see anything, just John, almost like he was hallucinating.
“What ever makes you think that? He is my best friend..” he stated rather confidently but of course, Sherlock was a good liar.
"The way you look at him. The way you do stuff for him, talk to him... it's pretty obvious." Greg pointed out, watching Sherlock with intrigue. Although he knew the exact truth.

Sherlock blinked in disbelief at this, heart stopping a moment as he slowly looked up to Lestrade, though an expression of pure fear was on his face, almost like he couldn’t deal with it and terrified. His breathing picked up a little, Sherlock not knowing how to deal with emotions such as the ones he had for John and he glanced into his lap almost like a school child.
“I..” he had no words, fear and anxiety hitting him, something people didn’t see very often.
"It's fine if you do, Sherlock.." Greg reassured gently, noticing the unfamiliar expression upon the detective's features, "if you do, you have no need to worry.." he added, a little more gentle.