John's Safe Place

Chapter 5

~John

We were at Scotland Yard telling Lestrade about the neighbors. We talked about how they got in and killed them. I was just writing things down. I sighed and heard someone walked in. I turn to face who it was. 

"Look it a scary cat," Donvan tease. 

"If you were in war you would understand," I said, looking back at Lestrade. 

"Yeah, right," She said. I ignored her. Sherlock looked at her pissed. I hummed. 

"Donvan, you don't have anything to distribute to the case then leave my office," Lestrade ordered. She huffed and walked out. We continue talking about the case. 

~Later

We are back in the flat. I'm sitting in the chair typing up another post on my blog. I saw that the views are getting high. I'm a bit worried about the blog blowing up. Yeah, I like that it's getting views but this could blow up in my face in the future.

"That many people follow our blog," I jumped about a mile at how close his voice is.

"Yes," I said playing it off. I looked at him. He seems unimpressed. 

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"Nothing," I said turning back to the computer. I heard him sigh.

"Jawn," 

"Yeah," I whispered. 

"Are you ever gonna tell me?" Sherlock asked.

"Tell you what?" I looked at him.

"What are you going through your head?" He said. 

"I have a lot going through my head, Sherlock. But I don't know why you want to know," 

"I'm your flatmate Jawn," Sherlock stated. 

"Yes, I know and you're married to your work," I said, looking for a case. There was silence between us. I guess I should look for a new flat. I close my eyes. 

"We should go out for dinner," He said. 

I open my eyes in surprise, "Huh?"

"Dinner Jawn, Keep up, "Sherlock said smirking. 

"Right," I said. 

"Get dress we leave in five," He said. 

I nodded and got up, stretch. I headed to my bedroom and pick out my clothes.  I got dressed.  I smiled softly.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  I fix my jumper. I walked out and saw Sherlock all ready to go.  

"Ready?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah," I said. We left the flat. Sherlock hailed a cab. He opened the door. I waited.

"Get in, Jawn," He said.

 I nodded and got in.  We rode in silence. I was kind of worried about this. Maybe he doesn't want to be more than flatmates. I lean my head back. We arrived at the place. I knew this place. It was my favorite place. I looked up at Sherlock. 

"How did you know? Never mind," I said, small smile. We got out of the cab. Sherlock paid the cabbie.  We headed in. 

"Reservation under Sherlock," He said. 

"Did you plan this?" I asked him.

"Yes, for a case," Sherlock said. I should've known better. 

"Right," I whispered. I got to stop getting too involved with Sherlock. We walked to our table. I stayed quiet. I knew he wouldn't want to be disturbed while working. I just look over the menu. I could feel him starring, " What?" I mumbled.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked.

"No," I said, keeping my feelings inside but I could feel every part of me breaking. 

"Jawn," Sherlock said, putting the menu down. 

"What?" I said, looking at him.

"What are you hiding?" he asked. I was done.

"What am I hiding?" I repeated him, "Oh let me see here. I was hoping this wasn't case related but frankly I was wrong. Oh and another thing. I so happen to catch feeling for the most observant detective but he can't see that because he married to his work," I snapped, got up, and left. I walked out leaving my phone there. It's not like I need it. I headed back to the flat to start packing.