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Sherlock: Searching out a Friend.

Chapter Two: Is this a date?


I had no idea why I was here standing outside of 221 B Baker Street wondering if I should ring Sherlock's bell. I do not do house visits, never have and I am almost certain it doesn't happen at all anymore. I suppose I was just curious about him, he didn't seem to normal back at my office.

"John," I heard my name called by a deep voice so I turn to see Sherlock getting out of a cab.

"Hello," I say and he nods, "Coming in?" he asks going up to the door and opening it he doesn't wait for me just leaves the door open, I sigh and walk after him.

I walk up the set of narrow steps into a sitting room, a small older women humming in a sweet voice.

"Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock says and kisses her cheek, "Oh Sherlock you have company," She says coming up to me and I shake her hand.

"I'm a doctor, John Watson." I say and she turns to Sherlock, "Are you sick?"

Sherlock had stripped from his coat and was standing by a computer starring into its screen.

"Is it not time for your evening soother Mrs. Hudson?" He says and she shakes her head leaving the room going down stairs.

"She's my landlady," Sherlock says briefly looking to me.

"Seems nice," I say and look around, the room was cluttered with objects more than furniture.

"Yes." He says and goes quite.

I stand there not sure what to do, "So you are not sick?" I ask him and he turns to me.

"What?" I blink at him, "I am here for a house call, and you are not sick?" I ask him and Sherlock looks me over.

"You knew this wasn't a house call before you came." He says making direct eye contact.

"Then what is it?" I ask him and he walks from the computer to the window.

"How do you feel about the violin?" he asks not answering me, "What?" I ask confused.

"I like to play when I'm thinking; I also don't talk for days on end. Will that bother you?" He says and I look around the room confused as hell.

"What is going on here, do you plan on drugging me and keeping me here?" I say and he chuckles looking amused.

"Of course not, How about we go out for dinner?" He asks and I just stare at him, "Dinner?" I ask him and he nods.

"Yes that is when you sit down and eat." I rub a hand over my face, "You invited me here for dinner?" I ask and he smiles.

"I would have asked you at your office but I knew you would have said no, so dinner then?"

He walks over to his coat and starts to put it on, "Alright I guess." I tell him realizing I was hungry, I did not eat because if my nerves.

"But you are paying," I say after him as we leave his flat and he calls us a cab.

In the cab I am fully aware of his closeness, it was different when I was touching him in my office because I am a doctor and that is what I do. Here we were in a cab that would be taking us to a restaurant, and it felt awfully like a date. He doesn't talk the whole way there and I wouldn't know what to say if I did have nerve to talk.

The restaurant was small, the lights dimmed and the only people who seemed to be eating here were couples. Sherlock leads me to a reserved table in the back by a window overlooking London. He sits across from me without a word taking off his scarf and coat. I take off my own coat wondering if I wore the right clothes.

"You look fine," Sherlock says and I stare at him as I sit, "Excuse me?" I say and he looks at me as if I was the weird one for asking what he said.

"You were wondering if what you were wearing looked alright, and I said you look fine." He says smiling.

"How did you know that?" I ask and he looked confused, "it's obvious isn't it?" He says and I look at him like 'no'.

"You weren't expecting to go out tonight, the restaurant is romantic and not low end it is normal that you would be worried about your attire." He says and I found him quite entertaining.

"Oh, right," I say and a man comes over,

"Sherlock!" He says excited, "how are you?" The man asks and Sherlock smiles.

"Hello," He says and the man looked pleased.

"This man is great," the man says to me patting Sherlock on the back, "Anything you want!" He goes on, "Anything on the menu you want I give you for free."

"I got him off a rape charge a month ago, I proved that he was out of town cheating on his wife," Sherlock say smiling and the man looks around.

"Yes, a great man. Anything again, you want I give you for free, you and your date," the man says and walks off.

"I 'm not his da-" I say after the man but stop and look to Sherlock, "Is this a date?" I ask him and Sherlock picks up his menu.

"What are you thinking about having?" He asked me and I opened my mouth to say something when the man come back to our table.

"Here is a candle, small romantic," He says winking at me and I just look around what kind of crazy had I just walked into.

"Right, thank you," I say and look back to Sherlock who was looking at something over his menu. He seemed to be watching something but I don't looking fear that this night would get stranger.


*


We are served our food and I watch Sherlock attempt to pick up his fork and stab something but his hand seemed to be doing the same cramping thing that it had done at my office. So he wasn't faking it then, I thought to myself. I chew my food watching him struggle then give up and I lean over the table to take the fork from him, he looks up at me.

"I can do it," He says and I ignore him as I stab at his food and bring it up to feed him, he stares at me for a second before opening his mouth letting me guide the food inside. He chews slowly and I feel a bit awkward but ignore the feeling, obviously his hands were giving him trouble and I would have to be heartless to watching him struggle.

"Thank you," Sherlock says and gives me a small smile.

"It's alright," I say and smile back to him; this was a date wasn't it?

*

"Want to have a walk?" Sherlock asks after we leave the restaurant, I look around for a second.

"Alright, "I say and watch him nod before he goes silent again; I walk next to him both of us with our hands in our pockets. The night was chilly but it wasn't so bad. I glance at Sherlock who seemed to be checking his phone every three steps, then he would look down any dark street as we past it.

"Are you looking for something?" I ask and he looks to me as if he forgot I was there, "No," He says the places his phone in his pocket and removing his gloves.

"Are you sure?" I ask and he looks towards me, "Yes, John hold my hand." He said to me and I stopped walking, he took two steps before looking back to me.

"Hold your hand?" I say and he looks around like I was making a joke he didn't understand, "Yes, hold my hand. Didn't you hear me?" he says and I took a moment to realize he was serious.

"Come on," Sherlock holds his hand out to me, "Would it make you feel uncomfortable?" he asks and I look to his hand.

"I don't know," I say stuttering a bit, "then come on give it a try," He smile and I was still unsure.

"Please it is very important that you hold my hand." He tells me walking closer to me so we were just inches away. His eyes searching mine, pleading for me to understand, but I didn't understand.

"Alright fine," I say and hold my hand out to him so he could take it, he grins before gripping my hand and pulling me into him, chest to chest he kisses me.

My mind explodes at the suddenness of it and I couldn't move, he is still gripping my hand with his and I feel his other snake around my waist. I look at him and realize he was watching something, I pull back and he looks at me surprised.

"Sherlock, what did you get me into?" I whisper into his ear as I hold onto his arm, "What do you mean?" He says keeping his head close to mine.

"I'm not stupid; you have been acting wired all night. I mean I'm sure you are weird but you've been looking around like something is out there."

He pulls back just a bit, "Quite perceptive," Sherlock says to me grinning.

"That man I down the block next to us." He says and I move my head to look but Sherlock is quick and stops me by grabbing my face and kissing me again.

His mouth was soft and cool against mine; I couldn't process it before because of the shock but now with him here kissing me again it felt different. I peek at him and see his eyes were closed; he was more into the kiss then last time.

"Right," Sherlock says in a low breathy voice as he presses his forehead against mine, "We should move." I clear my throat.

"Yes, of course." I say and he takes a second before pulling away and guiding me down the block with my hand tucked into his.

"You will be coming up for some coffee, then?" Sherlock asks and I stare at him as he still held my hand in his.

"Suppose it couldn't hurt," I say with a smile before walking into 221 B behind Sherlock.
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nataly2014's avatar

amazing !!!

when will be part 3 ??