“So.. you two.. anything happened since I was away? Did you listen to me?” Greg asked with a smirk.
John shook his head slightly, "not much, I'm afraid.." he admitted, "although we're sleeping with.. well next to each other.. in his bed. If that counts?" He asked, pausing slightly, "And it seems neither of us are wanting to leave each other when cuddled up in the morning.." he sighed contently. Watching Sherlock walk ahead in front of them.
Sherlock walked along in front, obviously in the mood at the fact Lestrade was once again with them. Though Lestrade eyes widened at this, stopping John from walking.
“Not much?! Are you kidding me?! And neither of you have said you love each other?!” He whispered, glancing to Sherlock ahead, before looking back to John.
“You’re in love with each other. Stop this bollocks! Just tell him, tell him now.” He whispered.
"Greg, it's not that easy." John replied, looking back to the detective inspector, thinking before looking to the floor, "every time I have been with a guy, something always went wrong and they always got hurt..." he explained, "I don't want Sherlock to get hurt."
Greg frowned at this as he glanced to the detective who walked in front of them before back to the blogger, not quite understanding.
“Listen to me. Hasn’t this man proved he is devoted to you?” Greg asked as he pointed to Sherlock.
“Look.. you protect each other, you help each other. There is no way he is going to get hurt. He is too clever for that and you're an army doctor. You need each other. He needs you. Just.. keep sleeping next to him.. you’ll eventually roll the three words of your tongue.” He smiled reassuringly as they reached the cafe, Sherlock heading in first and sitting down at a table with a rather unimpressed expression.
John nodded and sighed, as he watched Sherlock head in, "alright, I will.." he replied, after thinking for a moment then looked back at the cafe, "ready to go inside?" He asked. Greg smiled at this before nodding, heading inside as they headed over to where Sherlock was sat, Greg noticed his sour look.
“Sorry am I cramping your style?” He chuckled to which Sherlock replied bluntly with a “yes”, gazing away around the cafe, Sherlock’s mind working ten times quicker than the speed of light as he deduced everything and anything, the man looking so innocent and pure with his wide blue eyes and soft expression.
"Please no arguing.." John mumbled softly as he took a seat next to Sherlock, gently lacing his own fingers with the brunette's.
"We've had enough of that as it is.." he added quietly, looking between the two men as he heard a waitress' heels click on the floor.
Sherlock froze completely as he felt John’s hand in his own, their fingers laced together. His hand in John’s tightened, moving their entwined hands into his lap, blushing ever smiled slightly as the waitress arrived to take their order. Sherlock ordered a pot of tea, Greg a coffee before the detective inspector smirked at the sight of the two men. The detective couldn’t help but brush his thumb over John’s knuckles, glancing around the cafe but never at John.
The blogger had a light smile on his face yet did not order any drink when the waitress came over but instead sat quietly next to Sherlock with their hand interlinked together. A very faint blush spread on his cheeks.
"So, Greg.." John cleared his throat slightly, "what did they arrest you for?" He asked raising an eyebrow slightly as he sat back.
Sherlock held to John’s hand in his lap, innocently looking around the cafe like nothing had happened. He glanced to Greg as John asked this, watching him closely.
“I.. kept some files on certain cases. Cases that were neglected or couldn’t be solved. It’s against police principles..." he paused, "Except for one of the cases, one from my youth, I fucked it up so I kept the case hushed and now I have been penalised for it. Sorry guys.” the yarder sighed, rushing a hand through his greying hair.
"So you kept the documents at home and kept looking over them every now and then?" John replied, raising an eyebrow, "no wonder Dimmock jumped up for the job.." he mumbled slightly, as the waitress brought Sherlock's and Greg's drinks and placed them onto the table, "but why would anybody want to steal the file?" He questioned.
YOU ARE READING
A Study In Sleep
Fanfic-- It's been months since Sherlock has returned and he's beginning to feel something for his blogger. It first starts off with them both falling asleep on the sofa together and John not opening up about things. Will John open up and will they discov...
