Johnlock-Partners in Crime

Do Over?

"I'm the one who what?" he said once again. "I'm the one who attempted to make you happy?"

He stepped closer and I felt my stomach fall as far down as it could, I wouldn't have been surprised if it had fallen out of my ass at that moment. Luckily, it did not.

"I'm the one who attempted to do what normal people do, what normal people seem to only ever think about?"

He stepped closer.

"I just don't want or need sex!" He shouted. "Is that too hard to understand?! I like you john, I enjoy your company and I would honestly take an interest in being romantically involved. "

I passed the floor as he spoke.

"I didn't understand why you felt the need to leave." He stated "Is that all a relationship is to you? Sex?"

"No...It's just, I thought you didn't like me, after you got all freaked out and what not." I said guilty.

It then hit me hard in the stomach like a stabbing butterfly affect, had Sherlock said he would be interested in being romantically involved? The shock had my ears block out the rest of whatever he was saying.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said..." we were interrupted by a loud banging at the door.

"Sherlock!" A muffled voice shouted through the door. "You bastard! I know you're in there!"

I looked a Sherlock like I was looking into a camera in the show 'The office'.

"How many people did you piss off while I was gone?"

I started to walk towards the door when suddenly it swung open hitting me in the face, sending me to the floor.

"You bastard, FIVE...Five murders and you haven't returned any of my texts!" The voice abruptly stopped. "Oh, hello John."

It was Lastrad.

"Thank you for breaking our door." Sherlock said sarcastically.

"And my nose!" I shouted walking over to get a tissue.

"Well thank you for helping people not get murdered...oh wait!" He said hitting him with a stack of papers. "Here."

Sherlock took the files and sat down while I was trying to stop the blood from pouring out of my skull.

"So I haven't seen the two of you in a month, you both look like shit."

"Well whose fault is that?" I said nasally as I blocked my nose from bleeding with a tissue.

"Lastrad...its late, must I look over these now? It's not like the victims can get any deader."

"Sherlock." I snarled

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Brown hair, but various shades. All of Japanese descent...but all born in London." Sherlock said. "Clearly all killed from physical appearance; maybe one of them knew the killer?"

"Why do you say that?" I said

"They all look the similar, so the killer obviously had a connection to one of them, maybe all of them?" He huffed in frustration. "Please. My heads not straight, can I figure this out later?"

Sherlock did seem distressed, which from what was going on before Lastrad barged in, wasn't odd to say the least. I just found it odd he was struggling with a case of all things, ignored cases. Like he says he's "Married to his work", but in that marriage, he may be having a love affair.

Lastrad left and Sherlock and I sat in the kitchen, there was only the mumbles of the television in the distance to provide any distraction. I scratched my finger nails into the edge of my seat while Sherlock flipped through cases he has no intentions of solving. You would have to be an idiot to not notice the ever building tension.

"John." Sherlock laid down the files he was reading. "It is evident there is mutual feelings for one an..."

"The defensive monotone speak isn't needed."

"I wasn't monotone?"

"It sounded like a business proposal."

I dug my fingernails deeper into the wood. I knew what was coming, but I didn't know if it was the best idea. A month without seeing Sherlock gave him a drinking problem, the awkward exchange of spit that should never be spoken of again, and the constant bickering at this point doesn't make for a good relationship, but I decided to take the time to listen to him.

"It is evident there is mutual feelings for one an..."

Sherlock's phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered impatiently. His eyes lit up. "Kara?"

"Ye..yes, Yes it is!" I gritted my teeth as he spoke. I knew this wasn't good.

"Tonight..." He peered up from his phone to see a very unpleasant man sitting across from him. "...I'd love too."

AN~ And I will end that there, I really don't ever have much spunk for writing lately, that and I am drawing a blank for good ideas, so PLEASE if you have any good ideas for where this story could go, comment them and let me know what you guys thought of this chapter :3