A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 11

It had been hours since Lestrade had been arrested and John had set off to the yard, to find out what was happening and if he could sort it out.

He dug out his wallet and paid the cabbie for his fair before going into the building, making his way along the hallways and past the offices and officers with vacant expressions. Eventually making his way toward Dimmock's office with a stern and ambitious look on his face. He would find out what was happening and help Lestrade out.

Eventually, John had arrived at the office, spotting Sergeant Dimmock before knocking on the glass door.

Dimmock glanced up from his desk work to his door, seeing John stood in the door and he rolled his eyes with a sigh as he placed his pen down.
“Come in.” He sighed once again, knowing exactly what he was here for.
John nodded, opening the door and letting himself inside and closing the door behind himself.
"Sergeant, I came to talk." He said bluntly, stepping in front of the desk, looking at Dimmock with a blank expression. Seeming serious.
"What was this morning about?"
Dimmock raised an eyebrow at this, gesturing for John to sit down.
“Oh you were in and up were you? I didn’t see you or Sherlock anywhere in your flat.” He asked, not knowing they were both in bed spooning.

"Yes, but I thought, halfway through having a bath, that it would be a bad idea to get out and come negotiate with an officer.. don't you?" John lied, a but sarcastically yet bluntly and, nitro mention, rather convincingly. Not even glancing to the chair beside him, keeping eye contact with Dimmock. "What's the deal with Lestrade and why do you want him anyway?" He asked, even more sharply as he kept a cold face on that usually meant business.

Dimmock was not impressed by this, eyes glaring over to John as he leant forward on his desk.
“And what is it to you?" He growled, "I asked you and your freak of a friend to solve what the thieves had taken from Lestrade’s house - only to discover something different to which I believe is none of your business.” He stated just as bluntly as he picked up his pen again, now disinterested in the conversation.
“It’s none of your concern now. It’s a police matter.”

John tilted his head slightly, crossing his arms as he kept glaring at the man, scoffing a little,
"Excuse me, did you just call Sherlock a freak?" He asked, as if offended for the detective. Obviously feeling defensive yet irritated by the man's snivelling remark.
Dimmock made a face of pure victory, pointing his pen to John.
“You heard me. He is a freak, everyone here says so apart from Lestrade of course. Now run along away from here to the freak you live with. I’m sure he is missing you.” He sneered, turning his attention back to his work.

John's angered bubbled in his chest, hearing those words. And kept his glare fixed on the man in front of him, his hands balling in fists by his sides as he stayed where he was not saying a word. Thinking.

Dimmock noticed this, chuckling a little as he glanced up to John.
“Aw all protective over him I see? Well, I suppose you’re his only friend. Not many people can deal with weirdos like him.” He continued to sneer, not caring at all. He had Lestrade in custody and that’s all that mattered.

A smile curled at Johns lips as his teacher finally snapped. Lunging over the desk, he punched Dimmock right on the nose. Enough force to break it and enough force to hurt excruciatingly.
"Nobody calls him a freak, weirdo, or anything like that.." he growled, almost pinning Dimmock to the desk. His hands, gripping the man's collar tightly.

Dimmock cried out in excruciating pain, immediately holding his nose as it began to pour blood that dripped onto his shirt and collar.
“What the hell?!” He snapped, voice all muffled and in pain as two officers stormed in, beginning to pull John from the sergeant as Dimmock got to his feet.
“Arrest him! He just assaulted an officer of the law!” He snapped, both he officers dragging John away. Pointing with distaste at the man.

John let the officers drag him away and lock him up. After all, it had felt good to punch the obnoxious man in the face... even if it wasn't worth being put in prison.

He couldn't help but sit down to wait. Waiting for his phone call, which would surely be a while. He did assault a Sergeant after all.

The doors slid closed behind him and the metal sounding really loudly as it locked. His only hope was for bail, if he didn't want to stay in for the whole night.