A Study in Miscommunication

Chapter 11

—-Sherlock POV—-

-Can you drive him around until I solve my case? -SH

-I can drive him around until you FIND your case. -A

I chucked.

During the ride there Anthea kept me up to date with John's every word to her, every emotion she saw on his face and her personal thoughts. She quite liked him. Thought he was cute, like a teddy bear.

Urgh. That made me roll my eyes so hard I was momentarily afraid I broke something.

I loved how John stood up to Mycroft, how he said no before even finding out an amount, how he chose me even after I texted him annoying messages. John wasn't inane like a stuffed bear, he was... perfect, dreamy, sexy, soooooo fit- Focus!

-M: Time to choose a side, Doctor Watson. -A

What did that mean?

Clearly, I had missed something during the conversation. I read through all the texts but there was nothing. Was John involved in something nefarious? There was no way I'd ask my brother and if I posed the question to Anthea she'd probably tell my fat brother I asked. I didn't have body language, facial expressions or even tone of voice to guide me. A text transcript was rather lacking. Next time I vowed to make her take video. Even though sometimes Anthea added some description, like voice breaks it didn't say on which word.

-A: I'm to take you home. -A

I sent a text to John now that my brother was gone to ensure the idiot hadn't scared the blond off.

-Could be dangerous. -SH

I watched as new texts appeared on my screen.

-John: checks text. Checks his left hand. Smiles. -A

-A: Address? -A

-J: Baker Street. 221B Baker Street. -A

-Congratulations. <3 _&amp! ...

The screen went black.

Damn her! She knew better than to use those stupid symbols. Ampersands always crashed my program. That was going to be first on my list to fix. Thankfully all I had to do was wait for my phone to restart. Why she insisted on using them... Oh. Stupid, stupid! She wanted to crash my phone. Probably talking with Fatcroft.

Did he have another car waiting? Was he just hiding amongst the boxes twiddling his thumbs until Anthea came and got him? For that matter: was the chair there for him until Anthea warned him John was there? Was he sitting on the edge of his seat in perfect posture texting her in all caps about what was taking her so long he was going to get wrinkles in his suit?

Oh god, I've got the giggles.

I wondered if I had enough time to take another hit to take the edge off before John came back. No, bad idea. Lestrade would be here soon enough and I didn't want to make another huge mistake like sniffling again. I was starting to crash but John would be here in no time. I decided to hide the needle mark by slapping on a nicotine patch then I hid my stash in the box of patches. The nicotine helped a little but I had another bothersome erection. I went to the bathroom to take care of it. I still didn't have any lube but I did have some lotion.

John was having a nightmare. I went in to check on him, wake him up if needed and found he wasn't sobbing or crying out in fear. He was masturbating. My mouth fell open as I stood in the doorway.

"You going to stand there all night or give me a hand?"

I decided to help him out. As my larger hand wrapped around his member, he groaned. "Ohhhh, god yes... Sherlock. Fuck."