Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, D.I. Greg Lestrade
Pairings: eventual John/Lestrade
Rating: PG-13 (this part, higher later)
A/N: This part really fought with me - and I still think it won... but I'm releasing it into the wild anyway.
Summary: March 27th, 2010, John and Sherlock have just been to the bank - and Sherlock's about to make a withdrawal on John's behalf...
Previous Chapters: ( One ) ( Two ) ( Three ) ( Four ) ( Five )
March 27th, 2010
March 27th, 2010
John and Sherlock were almost home from Shad Sanderson when Sherlock pointed out a small problem.
"What do you mean you've got no money?" John said.
"You've still got my bank card. I haven't had the chance to get any," Sherlock explained.
"Oh for f--." John took a deep breath then leaned forward and spoke to the cabbie. "Sorry, mate - can you stop by a cash machine for a minute?"
"Yeah, no problem."
John sat back again and chuckled. "I've got two cheques on me for twenty-five grand and we don't even have a tenner between us."
"I didn't do it for the money." Sherlock sneered as if the very idea was beneath him.
Must be nice, John thought. "No, you wanted to get one over on that smug bastard Wilkes. Why didn't you tell him the good news yourself? Thought you'd want to see his face."
"Dull. The secretary's reaction was far more interesting."
John smiled, remembering her staggering around the office in shock. "Pretty girl too."
"Mm. Speaking of which - have you spoken to Dr Sawyer this morning?"
"Shut up. She was a little freaked out last night. I'm giving her some space... What?" John snapped as he realised Sherlock was smirking at him.
"I didn't say anything," Sherlock replied - but without losing the smirk.
"Good - keep doing that and wait there." John jumped out of the cab as it drew up next to a bank. He paused for a moment after putting Sherlock's PIN into the cash machine, finger hovering over the "Display balance" button before deciding he didn't need to know. As long as there was enough.
He withdrew £100 and got back into the cab. When he sat down he handed £60 to Sherlock and put the other £40 and the card into his wallet.
"John? Can I have my card back?" Sherlock asked.
"No, I'm hanging on to that."
"So I can get some shopping in later and pay in these cheques to your account. I don't get paid till the end of next week and some of us have to eat."
"I eat when I'm not working," Sherlock protested.
"So you'll be having some dinner tonight then?"
"Yes - unless Lestrade has something new for me - but he doesn't usually work Saturdays and he's in civvies, so I assume this is a social call."
John looked where Sherlock was pointing to a figure standing by their front door. The jeans and jacket weren't his usual attire but there was no mistaking the shock of unruly silver hair.
Mrs Hudson opened the door just as they climbed out of the cab. John could hear her explaining to Lestrade that they weren't in, followed by her exclamation as she spotted them. "Oh! But there they are now. I'll leave you boys to it."
Lestrade whirled round to face them.
John noticed Lestrade's expression change from concern, to relief, then back to concern again as he spotted the stitches on John's forehead.
"Lestrade. Heard about last night's excitement I take it?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes. I... Dimmock said there was a bit of a barney and I just wanted to check you were alright. Both of you I mean." Lestrade jammed his hands awkwardly in his jeans pockets. His jacket gaped open at the neck to reveal an Arsenal shirt underneath.
"All three of us, in fact," Sherlock said, pushing past him and leading the way inside. "Doctor Sawyer was shaken but unharmed and she took care of John's injury." Sherlock stopped and turned. "Surely Dimmock told you John's date was with us as well?"
Lestrade looked like Sherlock had just slapped him in the face.
You complete bastard, John thought.
"No, he... he didn't," Lestrade muttered.
"Yes, Sarah, isn't it, John?" Sherlock carried on, seemingly oblivious to Lestrade's reaction, though John knew he was anything but. "He met her at his new job. She was a big help with the case actually."
John glared at him. You can shut up any time, Sherlock...
Lestrade's face fell further and he started backing away. "That's... good. Yeah. Look, I can't stay. I was just heading down the pub to watch the match and thought I'd stop by. Better head off. Glad you're OK and... you take care, yeah?"
"Yeah. No problem. See you later, Lestrade," John said belatedly as Lestrade turned tail and fled.
John closed the door then turned to find Sherlock standing at the foot of the stairs, studying him.
"Interesting," Sherlock commented.
"Oh for God's sake...What?"
"He could easily have called either of our phones."
"You heard him - he was passing."
"Between his house in Holloway and the pub he watches football at in Finsbury Park?"
"He must have been somewhere else first. Probably went to the Yard or--
"He really is strongly attracted to you."
"No, he's not. He told me to back off. Why would he do that if he likes me?"
Sherlock huffed in annoyance and stomped up the stairs, whipping off his scarf and coat. "Think about it, John. He rushed over to ensure you were not seriously hurt. He's spent a very long time denying himself any company at all and now he's found someone he wants to get closer to but he had no idea what to do next, especially when confronted with your relationship with Doctor Sawyer."
"Yeah thanks for that." John followed Sherlock into their flat, taking off his jacket. "Look Sherlock, Lestrade has made it perfectly clear that he wants nothing to do with me."
"No, he's said he wants nothing to do with you. He's made it perfectly clear that he actually wants the opposite. And so do you! Why else would you be upset that I mentioned Sarah to him? Good God! I can never understand why having these sexual urges seems to make you so blind to their effects! You're two of the most intelligent men I know and I'm the one having to point this out!"
John flopped down into his chair. "Sherlock, there are a million reasons why I have to go by what Lestrade says rather than what you think he's telling me, not least of which is he can arrest me."
"But he's just being stubborn!"
"And I have to let him."
"No, Sherlock, no, " John said firmly. "We're not discussing this any more. Thanks for letting me know Lestrade is at least not rejecting me because he doesn't fancy me... Actually, I'm not sure that makes it better, but thanks anyway. Now, I'm going to have a cup of tea and update my blog before I head back out to the shops..."
( Chapter Seven )