sherlockbbc_fic | Overflow Post II

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Cars flew by, for once not stopping to gawk at the scene of London’s most recent crime. The amount of noise would have muffled the gunshot, as well as deafening any witnesses. Sight lines were blocked by traffic from one side of the street and the other would have steep angles, if anyone saw anything at all. The only reason the homeless man hadn’t been shot too was due to being pass-out drunk. Anderson suggested the man hand blended in with the other with other trash in the alley, but Anderson was an idiot. A prejudiced one, at that.

“Well Sherlock, if that’s everything?”

Lestrade was looking expectant. This case should was an easy one, truth be told. The moron had returned to the scene of the crime. Like he’d leavened how to be a killer out of a textbook or cliché American film. Sherlock made a mental note to complain about this later.

“I’m sure even Anderson knows the answer to that one, Inspector.” With a smirk, Sherlock turned back towards the traffic. It was whizzing by, the lights at either end of the street both bright green. John was discussing something with Sergeant Donovan on the curb. Now or never.

Striding confidently forward, Sherlock placed a hand on John’s shoulder and shoved.

Car horns split the air as John stumbled backwards into the traffic. Sherlock was suddenly, violently thankful that John had been a soldier. A civilian could not have reacted that quickly.

“Doctor!”

John waved apologetically at the driver as he got up. Limping back to the curb, he looked ready to get between Donovan and the driver, who’d popped out of the car already yelling. Somehow, Lestrade was there first, working the sort of diplomatic magic that Sherlock would never admit he respected.

Sherlock turned at a tug on his coat.

“Think we could head home? I’ll need ice for my leg.” John sported a pained smile.

“We should get you to the hospital,” Sherlock muttered. John shook his head.

“Then there’ll be paperwork on how I got injured. Ice and pain killers – that’s all I’d get anyways.”

“And an x-ray.”

“Sherlock.” Doctors as patients. Right.

“What is wrong with you, freak?” Donovan was suddenly in his face, shouting as though she’d been the one tossed into traffic.

“Sergeant, it’s OK – ”

“It is not OK, doctor. He pushed you!”

“Don’t be stupid, why would Sherlock push me into traffic?” John looked so certain of himself it almost hurt. “He tripped.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“Donovan, let it go.” Lestrade was watching him carefully. They’d known each other long enough for the Inspector to undoubtedly have seen what really happened. But Lestrade also knew John, and specifically what he meant to Sherlock. “I’ll deal with him.”

Still looking outraged, Donovan stormed off, muttering more furiously than usual. Another officer helped John over to an upturned crate to sit down, dutifully ignoring John’s claims of “I’m fine, really”.

“Sherlock.” Sherlock gave Lestrade his best disinterested look. “If you’re trying to convince John you don’t care about him, you should try not to turn white as a sheet when he’s in danger.”

“What –”

“Just be careful.”

The Inspector moved to restore order to the crime scene and hail them a cab. Sherlock watched him go, musing over the things Lestrade did notice. Wondering if John had noticed them, too.

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