A Study In Sleep

Chapter.16

It was around eleven when Sherlock and John woke completely from their slumber. The both of them rather reluctant to let the other go as they cuddled. Though it soon came to an end, Sherlock taking a shower and painkillers for his head before the both of them decided to head to Scotland Yard to see if they could sort the mess out.

There was long eye contact between the detective and his blogger, soft brushes of hands and smiles out the window, the both of them much closer and warm with eachother like you would be after a first date.

Even when heading towards Dimmock's office it didn't fizzle out, that connection. However, Sherlock frowned upon seeing his brother in Dimmock's office as he walked closely beside John, barging in and interrupting the conversation. The Sergeant looked up with narrowed eyes upon seeing them both to which Sherlock returned, standing protectively beside John. And he knew Mycroft would have seen that they both fell asleep cuddling once again.

The official didn't bother looking towards the door but instead kept his eyes locked on Dimmock. His back straight and posture made to intimidate those below him. His expression more of a bitter sneer as he glared at the man in front of him.
"And what do you mean? I cannot look at the case files or be told why you had Gregory Lestrade arrested?" He growled, digging the tip of his umbrella into the office carpet furiously. Making it evident he was not in a good mood,
"or shall I have you something more than a bloodied nose?" He added, "Doctor Watson was rather merciful in ways he handled things, other than how I would have done.." he spoke. His words sharp and pointy, like his eyes narrowed.

Sherlock watched this closely as he narrowed his eyes at Dimmock, staying rather close to John protectively.
"I have to agree with Mycroft for once as much as it makes me feel nauseous saying it. Arresting John was a rather stupid mistake." He snapped, Dimmock laughing at this.
"Oh yeah? He punched me in the face! Go back to your ball pit, freak. No one asked you here." He sneered, causing Sherlock to blink in hurt, becoming oddly silent as Dimmock turned to Mycroft.
"Lestrade is in custody. You know the reasons why." He shrugged, standing as he piled some paperwork together, making it look like the conversation had been laid to rest.

John found it difficult not to go and punch Dimmock straight in the nose again. His hands clenched in fists by his sides, the word 'freak' near making him snap as he took a step forward but stopped as soon as he noticed Mycroft gesture for him not to.

The Official's glare grew colder to the man in fronting him, almost more bitter than before.
"You dare to call my brother that name again and I will assure you, you will find yourself in an agonizing position with your head on a plate." He threatened, "and as for Lestrade, you can make your excuse all you want but I can easily make your life a misery." He added, coldly.

Sherlock watched with wide eyes, becoming oddly silent at the insult. He stood beside John, feeling the anger radiating off him and his hands into fists.

Dimmock's eyes, however, widened at the threats, instinctively stepping back as he kept his eyes on Mycorft, swallowing a little.
"Well.. I can.. I can let Lestrade free.. of course. Though I am not dropping the charges against John. No one gets away with assault like that." He bitterly said as he glanced to John, seeing the anger in the man.

"Alright then, good luck with your cases without Sherlock and with the imbeciles here.." Mycroft huffed,pulling a sickly sweet smile, "just don't come running to them when the criminal masses rise.." he said, turning round and gesturing for John and Sherlock to leave with him, "let's leave." He said, holding his head high and cast a glare towards the sergeant.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at this, going to protest to this before Mycroft waved him off, basically being shoved out the door by him and John. Though it was Dimmock who protested.
"Fine! Fine! Greg will be free and John will be let off the hook this once!" He snapped as he slammed some files back into his shelf.

"I'm glad we could come to agreement." Mycroft said, his glare turning into something less harsh, "let's just hope we don't have to talk again, shall we? Unless, I'm afraid you will be demoted.." he said before leaving without another world.

Dimmock stood there like the spare one at a wedding as Mycroft left on a threat, Sherlock hiding a smirk as he turned to leave and without even thinking he took John's hand, leading him out of Scotland Yard. He was still upset from the name calling but he soon would get over it.

"Are you okay, Sherlock?" John asked as they made their way out towards where the holding cells were. Following the official step by step.
The detective reluctantly let go of John's hand, walking down with him as he asked this. He glanced to the blogger, managing a weak smile.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He replied as they continued to walk.

"Because I know what it's like to be called something that's hurtful. And I can see that he hurt you.. or they hurt you.." the blogger admitted quietly, walking at a similar pace to the detective, looking around slightly.

Sherlock sighed a little shaking his head as they continued to walk.
"It's nothing new. I'll be fine." He smiled slightly to encourage John everything was okay. They soon made it to the cells, some officers heading to a specific cell as they unlocked it and soon enough, Lestrade was walking out with a relieved smile as he walked over to the three men.
"See you three later," Mycroft spoke gently, his eyes moving, from watching the detective inspector, to John and Sherlock, "I've got a meeting to hurry to.." he gave a small smile, "go take him to baker street and talk.. I'm sure he might be feeling a little confused right now.." he added softly before leaving swiftly.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood before Greg with John by his side.
"Finally been let free then?" He teased, smirking as he looked at Lestrade before to John.
"Straight to Baker Street? Or shall we grab coffee first? My treat?" He smiled with the tiniest of blushes, not offering it to Lestrade however.
"I think so, certainly.." John smiled then looked to Lestrade, "care to join us?" He asked the inspector softly.

Sherlock pulled a face at this as to say he wasn't invited but he soon gave in, grumbling as he lead the way out of Scotland Yard, Greg walking along side John with a chuckle, the detective a little bit ahead.