Prompt fill for: we've seen sherlock cry on demand in TGG. i want him to cry for real and john doesn't buy it and goes "oh stop acting, I know you don't have feelings" and then be really guilty when he realizes that he's not faking. http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/575.html?thread=865855#t865855
I know Sherlock is probably way out of character and I'm sorry. It was truly hard to come up with a situation where Sherlock would actually cry and to keep him in character while doing so.
"Sherlock," John began as he got into the cab that was waiting for him outside of the surgery, "I don't understand why you needed me. What's so important?" He closed the door and looked at Sherlock questioningly. "And why couldn't we do whatever this is on my lunch break or after I got off work instead?"
Sherlock gave his usual answer, eyes never leaving the phone in his hands. "You know why you're here John, I tell you all the time. I'd be lost without my blogger. And, we're doing this now because you know I hate to wait."
John looked out the window for a few minutes as the city passed them by. He then turned to Sherlock who was still looking at his phone. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"A bakery."
"Why?"
"A case, John, a case. Why else?" Sherlock finally put down his phone and saw the expression on John's face. "Brian, a previous member of my homeless network, now runs a business, a bakery to be exact. This bakery happens to be in the same neighborhood I believe our murderer resides in. I've contacted Brian to help keep an eye out for him since the NSY can't seem to locate him themselves or don't appear to want to actually catch him."
Shaking his head and still trying to figure out why he was needed since it sounded like something Sherlock could have done on his own, John looked out the window again.
Twenty minutes later the cab pulled up alongside a row of shops. The heavenly smell of baking bread greeted John and Sherlock as they exited the cab and entered the bakery.
"Ah, Sherlock. It's good to see you again," a man behind the counter said with a smile as he looked up when the shop door closed.
"Brian," Sherlock said, stepping up to the counter.
John followed behind, his stomach growling as he eyed the delicious looking pastries and bread displayed in front of him. He began thinking maybe this excursion was worth it after all.
Brian shook Sherlock's hand. "I was quite surprised when I got your message, Sherlock. But like I said earlier, I'll do anything I can to help you; like always."
Sherlock reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope. "Here are a few photos taken from the CCTV footage. Once you see him, watch him for a while and then call or text me if you begin to see any patterns."
"Of course." Brian walked behind the display cases, setting the envelope on the back counter. "Now, what would you two like?"
"Nothing for me." Sherlock turned toward John. "How about you, John? Brian, this is my friend, John Watson."
"His colleague," John corrected, walking closer to the display case and shaking Brian's hand.
At the correction to his introduction, Sherlock quickly turned his head toward John with a hurt look.
The look went unnoticed since John's eyes were still scanning the items in the display cases. He was initially going to pass up Brian's offer, but his stomach had growled again. He walked up and down the cases for a few moments and finally indicated what he would like.
Brian handed John a bag with his chosen pastry inside and addressed Sherlock again. "Are you sure you don't want anything, Sherlock?"
"I'm sure," Sherlock answered distractedly. He schooled his face into its usual expression, looked at John for a few more seconds, then quickly exited the bakery. Without waiting for John, he took off on foot towards Baker Street.
Just One Word - Part 1
I know Sherlock is probably way out of character and I'm sorry. It was truly hard to come up with a situation where Sherlock would actually cry and to keep him in character while doing so.
"Sherlock," John began as he got into the cab that was waiting for him outside of the surgery, "I don't understand why you needed me. What's so important?" He closed the door and looked at Sherlock questioningly. "And why couldn't we do whatever this is on my lunch break or after I got off work instead?"
Sherlock gave his usual answer, eyes never leaving the phone in his hands. "You know why you're here John, I tell you all the time. I'd be lost without my blogger. And, we're doing this now because you know I hate to wait."
John looked out the window for a few minutes as the city passed them by. He then turned to Sherlock who was still looking at his phone. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"A bakery."
"Why?"
"A case, John, a case. Why else?" Sherlock finally put down his phone and saw the expression on John's face. "Brian, a previous member of my homeless network, now runs a business, a bakery to be exact. This bakery happens to be in the same neighborhood I believe our murderer resides in. I've contacted Brian to help keep an eye out for him since the NSY can't seem to locate him themselves or don't appear to want to actually catch him."
Shaking his head and still trying to figure out why he was needed since it sounded like something Sherlock could have done on his own, John looked out the window again.
Twenty minutes later the cab pulled up alongside a row of shops. The heavenly smell of baking bread greeted John and Sherlock as they exited the cab and entered the bakery.
"Ah, Sherlock. It's good to see you again," a man behind the counter said with a smile as he looked up when the shop door closed.
"Brian," Sherlock said, stepping up to the counter.
John followed behind, his stomach growling as he eyed the delicious looking pastries and bread displayed in front of him. He began thinking maybe this excursion was worth it after all.
Brian shook Sherlock's hand. "I was quite surprised when I got your message, Sherlock. But like I said earlier, I'll do anything I can to help you; like always."
Sherlock reached into his coat and pulled out an envelope. "Here are a few photos taken from the CCTV footage. Once you see him, watch him for a while and then call or text me if you begin to see any patterns."
"Of course." Brian walked behind the display cases, setting the envelope on the back counter. "Now, what would you two like?"
"Nothing for me." Sherlock turned toward John. "How about you, John? Brian, this is my friend, John Watson."
"His colleague," John corrected, walking closer to the display case and shaking Brian's hand.
At the correction to his introduction, Sherlock quickly turned his head toward John with a hurt look.
The look went unnoticed since John's eyes were still scanning the items in the display cases. He was initially going to pass up Brian's offer, but his stomach had growled again. He walked up and down the cases for a few moments and finally indicated what he would like.
Brian handed John a bag with his chosen pastry inside and addressed Sherlock again. "Are you sure you don't want anything, Sherlock?"
"I'm sure," Sherlock answered distractedly. He schooled his face into its usual expression, looked at John for a few more seconds, then quickly exited the bakery. Without waiting for John, he took off on foot towards Baker Street.