Emotional Context

The Hounds of Baskerville

ELIZABETH'S POV

It had been a few months since Sherlock and I had gotten engaged. We hadn't done much wedding planning due to Sherlock constantly being busy with cases and such.

I was currently working from home for the day. John and I sat across from each other, typing away at our computers. Soon we heard the door open and there stood Sherlock covered in blood, holding his harpoon.

"Well, that was tedious."

"You went on the tube like that?" John asked, looking over at him.

"Of course not, I took Elizabeth's car."

"There's blood all over my car? William Sherlock Scott Holmes, do you realise that I won't be able to get those stains out?!" Before he could finish, I went over and took his harpoon from him. "Go take a shower to get all of this blood off of you and we'll discuss the matter of my car when you're done."

He rolled his eyes, snatched the harpoon from me and stormed off to the bathroom.

"He's a child. Do you really want to marry him?" John asked half joking, half serious.

"Of course I do. That's one of the things I love about him." I smiled as I went back to my work.

A bit later Sherlock came back in all cleaned up as he began to pace back and forth.

He looked over at me. "Happy now?"

"Yes. I prefer you with less blood on your clothing. As for my car.."

"Nothing?" He cut me off, looking over to John.

"Military coup in Uganda.. There's another photo of you with the er.." He pointed to a photograph in the newspaper.

"Oh!" He scoffed.

John continued to flip through the paper. "Well, um, Cabinet reshuffle?"

"Nothing of importance?" Sherlock slammed his harpoon on the floor and began to yell. "Oh, God! John, I need some. Get me some."

"No."

"Get me some."

"No!" John snapped. "Cold turkey we agreed, no matter what."

"Mrs. Hudson!" He yelled as he began to throw papers off the stable in his attempt to search.

"Look, Sherlock, you're doing really well, don't give up now!"

"Tell me where they are! Please, tell me!" He turned to John with a sincere look on his face. "Please."

"You already know that he won't tell you." I butted in. "There's no use in trying, honey."

He shot me an irritated look and began to search again. After a small chat with Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock still hadn't found his cigarettes, which resulted in him upsetting her as she stormed off.

John slammed his paper down. "Bloody hell, was what about?"

"You don't understand.." Sherlock began to rock in his chair.

"Go and apologise."

"Apologise?" Sherlock then turned and leaned towards me. "You..You've had one today.."

"What? Sherly, don't be silly." I continued my work until he slammed my laptop shut. He sprang out of his chair, grabbed me and pulled me onto my feet.

"You had a cigarette while I was gone. Don't lie to me, Elizabeth, we both know you're not good at it. Though you can lie to most people, you know I'm not most people and I can see right through you. I've learned. We're going to be married, so it won't get any better."