DISCLAIMER: I have not created and do not own the following characters mentioned within this writing

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Glancing over towards the clock it read '1:32' a growling sound rumbled from your stomach as the idea of food popped into your head. Breakfast was ignored today as you were in the process of moving so the only sustenance you acquired was the tea and biscuits from John and Sherlock. The two were completely polar opposites, John had his welcoming smile with his comfy jumper where as Sherlock would dress prim and proper in some form of suit while he hosted that eerie stare. Were they a couple? The two seemed to get along well, for such different personalities anyway. 'That's none of your business' as annoying as the internal voice of yours was, it had a point. You shouldn't nose where you aren't welcome.

Sighing heavily your dead weight sauntered to the kitchen area of the apartment, pulling open the fridge door you groaned with irritation

"Of course there's nothing to eat."

Slamming the cream door shut again you glanced about with a hopeful look only to be welcomed with an empty counter top. Muttering under your breath you flinched as a series of knocks blundered onto the front door.

"The hell is that now?"

Shuffling towards the door, the knocks stopped. Slowly pulling it to, revealed Sherlock standing with a nonchalant stare while his hands clasped behind his back. A startled gasp erupted from your lips "Oh, Sherlock. You startled me"

"Hardly appropriate, when in fact you answered the door" He dismissed your comment with a slight frown before entering on his own terms.

"Make yourself at home" The consultant detective turned in response to the sarcastic tone before quirking a smirk

"You have a few minutes to get ready, (y/n)"

"... Ready, ready for what?"

A mocking chuckle flowed smoothly from his vocals "Before you go out with me and John for lunch of course. Now chip chop I do not like to be kept waiting" And with that Sherlock had left the apartment to go upstairs.

'What in gods name was that all about?!' Whatever it was, it was weird indeed. Hesitantly heading towards the wardrobe your eyes cast a glazed look over the few items of clothing you had unpacked. Within a few seconds you had removed a fluffy dressing gown and replaced it with an outfit consisting of a pair of jeans, (f/c) tunic with a pair of worker boots. It was casual but not sloppy, you didn't want to go over the top considering that you were only going out with your neighbours

'good looking neighbours... SHUT UP.'

Shaking your head lightly you gave a once over in the mirror before heading outside.

John was already standing on the pavement waiting for you and Sherlock's arrival. "Hey, (y/n)" With his signature grin he pulled you into a hug, the unexpected gesture put a shade of pink to your cheeks before he released you.

The front door slammed as Sherlock waltzed out in a grey trench coat pulling the collar up, he hailed a cab opening the door and hoisting himself into it. He didn't bother offering 'Ladies First' it didn't effect you that much considering you hadn't lived a well mannered life anyways, but John seemed to mind quite a bit.

"Ugh, Sherlock must you always be so rude?"

He remained silent in the cab until John heaved a sigh offering a hand towards the cab entrance. Nodding lightly you carefully hopped into the vehicle cautious not to clamber over Sherlock in the process, you sat down into the seat on the right as John placed himself opposite Sherlock.

"To Covent Garden please"

Snatching at the stiff seat belt your hands halted their pull as it buckled suddenly 'great' you heaved a sigh as your arms yanked on the belt a few more times with no avail.

"Darn thing..."

Another rough tug only stressed you out further from the belt's constant resistance. A sudden arm crossed past your chest and gripped firmly around the belt causing a freeze in action, the cool digits lingered around yours before patiently pulling the belt around your form into the buckle. Turning around slightly you met the intense stare of infinitive optics.

"... Thanks"

"Patience can be quite helpful in many situations (y/n). Even if it's a bore"

The rest of the drive was silent after Sherlock's statement. You watched multiple buildings flash by with numerous faces of strangers blocking some of the views, it was quite annoying actually. Pulling yourself around to eye the two men with a curious stare you noticed that the two were sign conversing, John mouthed a few words before noting your attention causing him to freeze with a sheepish grin. The halting of the cab erased the awkward situation as Sherlock swiftly exited while John payed the driver.

Scudding off the worn seating you held a slight frown burrowing thoughts on what the two could of been saying. John began to walk after nudging you slightly to gain your consciousness of mind, you quickly trotted after the two like a puppy following it's master.

You heaved a small breath "Slow down guys!" they eventually did slow (after a good distance that is) ambling to a slower pace your gaze wandered around the heart of Covent Garden. Street performers and many restaurants as well as cute shops littered the area dazzling passers by with waves of curiosity. All the sights and smells were simply marvellous, even though you had visited this place before; it seemed different.

The three of you weaved around the bustling crowds until reaching a cozy pub nestling within a covered part of buildings surrounded by small stalls selling nik-naks.

Settling into yet another seat a waft of potential food filled the room, low beams lined the ceiling and warm colours shaded the walls. The structure was welcoming with booths hosting plump pillowed backs and chairs made from grained wood.

"I'll go order some drinks" Johns calm tone faded as he headed around the corner to the bar, leaving the two of you alone. Again.

You watched as Sherlock removed his heavy looking trench coat before snapping off the scarf which snaked around his pale neck. He wore a purple shirt which hugged his features well, a bit too snug for your preference (in other words too much for your innocent self to handle). He sat as you shifted into a more comfortable position with your legs raised onto the cushioned surface. Thumbs twiddling together, a strand of hair irritably stuck to your nose. With a puff of air the hair fled back into its original position as you turned to converse with Sherlock.

"What exactly are you. As in what job do you have. You seem like a detective or some sort or police officer, considering that you knew about my situation earlier.."

"I am a consultant detective" He seemed rather offended to your assumption of police officer

"Did I say something wrong?"

"There is a substantially large difference between a consultant detective and a police officer"

"Well, yeah there is a difference but not that much" A defensive tone lingered in your statement

Sherlock's eyes rolled with annoyance before he responded "Really, you people are very narrow minded. A police officer will occasionally file a report or two over a week or so, mere things which are unimportant. Where as me, a consultant detective will solve numbers of 'important' cases which cannot be solved by the force due to their inability to see but not observe"

A rude scoff resounded from your lips "Pfft talk about men and their giant egos"

He suddenly gripped onto your wrist which had been resting on the table "Your full name is (y/fn), you haven't been in a relationship within the past four months due to the break up with a man who cheated on you in the apartment that you bought together, you haven't phoned your mother since the break up afraid that she will attempt to pair you up with another 'jerk'. By the clean state of your appearance it is clear that you find me and John attractive, you have been exercising recently for extra self confidence. A hidden tattoo is on your right leg, potentially some form of bird while you have a habit of humming to yourself. Faint scars on your arm from a childhood pet, my thoughts suggest a cat. Should I go on?"

Silence. Nothing but pure silence. The bottom of your jaw felt as if it was touching the tables sticky surface.

"Uh-gm mm my urmm... Wow"

The consultant detective took a small breath after his never ending tangent while keeping his stare directly on you.

"Back, I got everyone a pint"

John froze glancing between the two of you with a concerned look.

"Oh for god sake Sherlock, you didn't"

"Oh, but I did John. And (y/n) doesn't drink, not since her accident last year"

John began a rambling series of apologies only to be interrupted with your sudden outburst

"That was f*cking BRILLIANT. How on earth did you see all of that about me?!"

Sherlock laughed "You mean Observe"

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Alloo there fellow beings, I do hope that you liked this chapter (found it rather challenging to write) especially when Sherlock was doing his 'thang' with those fancy deduction skills. More will be coming soon, till then

Laterz x