My Infinite

Closet

Ps: Dont worry, im writing a New Years One shot later tonight :)

Sherlock glanced at the mirrow behind John, which showed the car of the man they were hunting.

John ate a bit, a sandwhich in front of John and a salad placed in front of Sherlock, obviously untouched.

No conversation was shared between them, and John ate quietly, waiting for Sherlock to give him the cue to run after the man, that would soon enter his car, and drive away.

As John finished, he saw Sherlock glance at his food, and suddenly, and also suprisingly, Sherlock picked up his fork, taking a bite of his salad, and then resumed his eyes to the mirror as he chewed.

Johns eyes shot to Sherlocks mouth as he swallowed down, and he felt his breath hitch lightly seeing Sherlocks toungue dart out to wet his lips.

John swallowed, staring at Sherlocks lips for a while, before Sherlock looked at him, feeling Johns stare, and raised an eyebrow at John.

"What?" He asked, confused, and Johns eyes quickly flicked up to meet his eyes, a slight pink color forming on his cheeks from being cought.

"I... Nothing," John looked away, and Sherlock stared at him for a bit, confused as to why he was staring at him, before moving his eyes up to the mirror, and then immediatley jumping up.

"John, he's on the move!" Sherlock threw on his coat, and John looked after him as he ran out of the shop.

John quickly dug into his pockets, throwing the money on the table, and ran after Sherlock.

As he ran out of the door, he felt himself being jerked to the side.

He gasped, and Sherlock met his eyes with a quick glance, before taking Johns hand in his, and running after the car, dashing between corners, making sure not to be cought by the man they were following.

After a long run, Sherlock finally stopped, ducking behind the nearby dumpsters, making John bump into him.

"Shh! Get down!" Sherlock hissed, pulling John down to the ground.

They watched as the man entered the house.

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"So what, are we just going to wait here?" John asked, and Sherlock shot him a glare.

"Its a stake-out John. Just be patient,"

They both turned back to the house, and as if on cue, the man left through his front door, and to his car.

They both began to become tense, each watching as the man opened the car door, and get in.

They watched as he started the car, pulling out of the drive way, and drove down the street, and into no sight.

Sherlock jumped up, and ran down to the house, glancing a bit, before picking the lock, and slowly opening it.

John sucked in a steady breath, and followed Sherlock into the mans house.

"Right, he's got the key somewhere in this house, probably hidden, or kept safe somewhere," Sherlock spoke, looking around.

John nodded, following behind Sherlock slowly, searching through some of the cluttered desks, and droors.

After 15 minutes of searching, John froze hearing the sound of clicking on the doornob.

Shit, I didnt even hear him pull in.

He swallowed.

"Sherlock," "What John?" "Sherlock, hes here,"

Suddenly, the door opened, and Sherlock whirled around to see the shadow of the downstairs door opening, with another in the form of a man.