A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 32

John followed out both the taller men to a cab out the front,
"We'll just need to nip over to the yard before we go," Milles talked, opening both the doors for Sherlock and John to get into the back, "you can't go looking like that." He commented before opening the driver's side door and sat down before closing it again and did up his seat belt.

John sat down and shuffled over so Sherlock could get in, he did his seat belt also.
"And why can we not look like this?" He asked curiously, obviously being a little stupid as the reason was pretty clear.

Sherlock looked innocently up to the Scotland Yard man before a scowling at him as he done up his seatbelt.
"What exactly are you implying?" He snapped to the man, no one talking to his John like not ever and certainly not by him.
"Did you actually not here me in your flat?" Frank rolled his eyes and started the car engine, "It's a masquerade ball. You need costumes." He pointed out,
"Don't want to be recognised and something happen, do you?" He spoke as he began driving, glancing to John and Sherlock in the rearview mirror.

"No." Is all Sherlock could flatly and bluntly reply, saying no to the first part rather than the second. He wasn't dressing up for a masquerade ball. The idea and thought of it was already repulsive. He stared out the window, making it very clear it wasn't happening and he wouldn't be reduced to such trivia. He didn't even want to come in the first place.
"No?.. okay, then.." Frank understood, sighing slightly as he nodded and carried on driving, "John could go into the field if he wants to then.." he spoke, to which John raised an eyebrow,
"You want me, to go in on the fieldwork?" He questioned, not objecting to the idea however feeling fairly puzzled.
"Well we need someone out there..." Milles replied, "it wouldn't be anything to worry about, I'd be there as well.." he smiled at John through the rearview mirror before looking at the road, "maybe share a dance or something?" He teased jokingly, in an attempt to try and get Sherlock to go along.

Sherlock scowled at all of this bride he growled slightly.
"Fine, I'll attend this stupid masquerade ball. One sign of trouble and we are leaving." He snapped as he stared out the window again, Sherlock being a stroppy child. For some reason he has a bad feeling about the whole thing but he tried his best to push it aside as he focused on the fact they had to attend a masquerade ball.

"Good, settled then.." Frank nodded, as he pulled up outside the back of Scotland Yard, and put the car into park before turning back to look at the duo,
"Wait here for a second whilst I get some stuff.." he spoke before getting out of the car and running into the back door of the yard.

"Sherlock, what is it?" Questioned John, "You're acting like a child.." he spoke, watching his lover closely. Looking at his features with a confused gaze.
"I thought you wanted to be back on cases?" He felt confused. Almost uncertain.
Sherlock stared as he watched Frank head into the back of Scotland Yard which the consulting detective found rather odd. Though he was hurt by John's words that he acting like a child. He glanced to him with hurt eyes.
"I'll act any way I want, John." He stated before sighing.
"Something is wrong. Something is right. Lestrade would never hurl this on to someone else to deal with, neither would he recommend us to anyone else. You know the difficultly he got into with the inspector when Moriarty was alive. And I am never usually wrong."

John sighed, understanding where Sherlock was coming from.
"I know, I know.." the blogger nodded slightly, "however, if it is to do with Moriarty.. maybe we can find more out?" He raised an eyebrow.
His eyes quickly snapping back to his back door as Frank came back and opened it, passing them two outfit bags and a small violin case.

"I was told you play violin, Holmes.. I hope you don't mind using someone else's?" He spoke, before shutting the door and moved back into the drivers seat and did his seatbelt again.

Sherlock pulled a face at this as he gazed over the violin case. None of this was right, none of it and it was starting to make Sherlock feel nauseous.
"And who the hell told you that?" He snapped lightly, Sherlock on the brink of walking out the car. His eyes glared at Frank in the rear view mirror from the back seat, like a ghost haunting.
"Well.. sorry, I meant read." Frank replied, "it's on John's blog.." he hummed, to which John felt rather awkward and looked away. Moving his hand closer to hold Sherlock's hand, as if to reassure him.

Sherlock stared at Frank with almost a death stare at this before he felt John's hand nearing his own and he dropped his gaze to his lap, slipping his fingers into John's and entwining them. He didn't know what was happening and it was making him feel sick, they either needed to get to their destination pronto or he left car and walked home.