Experiments (Sherlock BBC- Johnlock Fanfic)

16- Early Morning Homicide

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~John~

'I don't know. He's been gone for about ten hours now,' I said to Donna as I took a sip of the warm tea in my hands. The coffee shop was bubbling and warm, filled with murmuring voices, delicious smells and the clanking of dishes.

Donna looked beautiful in a pale blue coat over a white dress, her long pale blonde hair hanging delicately. It was rare to see her without her scraped back hair, but I had to admit that I liked it better.

Call me crazy but I was actually starting to grow quite fond of Donna. She was always a bit annoying, and she rarely thought before acting, but she had everyone's best interest at heart.

'So you haven't even talked to him since the party? Did he like your present?' her eyes were laced with concern.

'No, well I suppose I hadn't. He's made it clear to me that he doesn't want me around the cases anymore.'

Sherlock had gotten a call at 5 in the morning from Lestrade and had left without a word. I only remember wisps of the conversation, as I was half asleep but it sounded like there has been another case.

'And I reckon he liked his violin. Well I mean he played it so that's gotta be worth something right?'

Donna nodded and let out a quiet 'mmm'.

'I could hear him playing from downstairs. He's rather good isn't he?'

I scoffed at her.

'Rather good? He's bloody fantastic! He should be playing on a world stage!'

She giggled at my enthusiasm.

'Looks like someone's got a fangirl,' she teased, wagging her finger at me as I frowned.

'What do you mean... I'm not a...' I stuttered, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. Goddamn it. Im not a fangirl. Maybe only a little. Wait, no!

'Alright well I feel like we need to talk to the man himself about this issue!' Donna picked up my phone from the table and started texting someone, smirk growing on her face. I sighed.

'What are you telling him?' I asked, knot of dread forming in my stomach for not grabbing my phone back off of her.

She met my gaze with a serious, fierce one.

'I'm telling him that you miss him.'

I tensed. Sherlock and I have never said anything to... emotional... intimate to each other before. I grew increasingly doubtful that he's even reply, or if he did that he would tell me to piss off.

A small smile spread across Donnas face as she looked at the screen.

'He's coming.'

Minutes later, a barely recognizable figure burst through the door. His skin was pasty and pale, dark rings around his bloodshot eyes and his hair was messy. He had a coffee again on his shirt and had forgotten his coat. I could see from here that he was shaking vigorously. I hope it was from the cold and nothing else.

His squinted, steely grey eyes met mine across the room. They then darted across to Donna, and a flash of hurt passed his face.

He walked to us, shoulders stooped.

'Sherlock!' Donna cried, standing to envelop him in a hug. His eyes met mine over her shoulder, he didn't move as she wrapped her little arms around his tall figure.

'I haven't seen you in ages! You look... have you been sleeping Sherlock?' Donna looked up at him questioningly.

He muttered a small moan before collapsing on the chair next to me.

'Is it another murder?' I asked.

He nodded, his eyes closed solemnly.

'Are there any leads?'

'No,' he said in a low, raspy voice.

'Sherlock it's not your fault...'

'Bloody hell John of course it is! They wouldn't be dead if I had caught them by now!' his whole body erupted in tremors and his eye started to twitch. I winced, shocked by the fact that Sherlock was yelling, at me no less. I instantly felt guilty for upsetting him.

Shakily, he rested his pale, almost blue hands into a thinking position under his chin, despite their obvious shivers.

'Well it's not gonna do anyone any good if you're dead huh? Lets talk about the case? Who was dead and what did the wall say?' Donna said in a soothing voice.

'It was a man, with salt and paper hair in his early 50s. He lived alone in an apartment. The scratchings on the wall said 'For my boss.' Nothing about the case was different- aside from the fact that Donovan hasn't bothered to show up at work since the first case.'

Sherlock stared down at the table, clearing his throat with a trembling fist.

'Well, this guy obviously knows what he's doing. I mean, even the professionals don't know what to look for!' Donna reassured him, patting his shoulder.

Sherlocks eyes snapped up to meet hers.

'Donna you're a genius! A genius!' He stood up frantically and kissed her on the forehead before making a break for the door.

'Wait, Sherlock what do you mean?' I called after him. He swiveled around to look at me, a grin curling at his lips.

'The murderer John! They know exactly what evidence we are looking for, and were careful not to leave any! Even the most seasoned killers leave evidence!'

I sent him a confused look.

'Oh John, this means that they know. They know our methods. They know how we work. How do you learn the intricate methods the forensics team at Scotland Yard use?'

I slowly nodded, as he continued.

'They have to be trained. They have to know about or work in forensics. So now we know their shoe size and their potential occupation, this widens the search a lot...' he continued muttering to himself as he left the restaurant.

Donna and I met eachothers eyes. Sometimes it was hard to tell is Sherlock Holmes was a genius or bat shit crazy.