One hell of a pissed off DI

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One day of seeing Sherlock and he had been lead around town, the target of a psychopath, drugged, left behind and worse of all, someone drank his bloody coffee! That pissed him off more than anything. Though at least they have the suspects jumper, not that it did much. It wasn't much evidence and what was he meant to do with it

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"Mrs. Hudson!" Well Sherlock wasn't going to get it. He was much too busy with a cigarette -- oh God, a cigarette! -- and the conversation he had had with his brother just the day prior to be bothered. John was...around. Likely upstairs, constantly avoiding him.

Sherlock was fine with that. Nicotine made him fine with everything.

"John! Oh, no, right, ignoring me. MRS. HUDSON!" Still no answer. That meant she was out. Well, this was just brilliant.

In his dressing down, Sherlock stalked down the stairs, cigarette in hand and pulled open the door. He smirked. "No thank you."

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Peter threw the jumper in Sherlocks face the moment he opened his mouth and shoved his way past in an annoyed gesture. In a rather melodramatic fashion, Peter tumbled backwards onto Sherlocks sofa, kicked his feet up and sprawled out. Peter never did have much trouble with making himself at home.

"I would say I want an apology but you'll never give on. So I'll settle for bugging you for an hour or so."

Looking across at Sherlock, he raised an eyebrow at the still lit cigarette. Some things never changed then.

"You'll get cancer. Oh and Lestrade called, he said that you need to co-operate with me until he can get back but then we both agreed that you never would so we would like you to humour me and avoid getting me drugged."

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Sherlock tilted his head to the side and glanced upwards at the ceiling. "That is my sofa," Sherlock started, putting out his cigarette in a cup of cold tea that already had seven butts floating it in already.

The fiasco from two nights ago with John had left the use of nicotine patches to be worthless. Sherlock needed to think.

He needed to think and he only had one day left to protect John from being Y and get the man to care about his continued existance. Sherlock would worry about possession later.

"Lestrade is worthless and you're on my sofa. Get out of my flat."

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"Um, nah," Peter responded with casual ease, looking through his pockets and plucking out a bouncy ball, which he proceeded to throw in the air and catch. Lestrade was right, Sherlock was a pain in the arse. Worse than when they were kids, at least Sherlock rather liked him.

Bouncing the ball into the ceiling and catching it, he paused and gave Sherlock a thoughtful luck.

"You once said, and I quote, you can always stay. So, that's a verbal contract. Therefore, I've been invited. I mean always is forever, Sherls."

Smirking, he went right back to throwing the ball.

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So he was 34 now, not 16, and he couldn't leap like he used too but he still kept the pace, he even managed to turn backwards so he could address Sherlock. "First, we need to stop off at Scotland yard. I have to find something but we have to get in through a window, so that should be fun."

Anderson always left a window open, he'd take that advantage for sure.

"Just a pit stop, mind you."

Peter did love this, he hadn't lead anyone around since he tried to help Danny Holden find his dorm at his university. Which ended about as well as ever, Natalie really shouldn't trust Peter alone. They ended up in a bikers bar somehow!

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They weren't suppose to touch the ground, that was part of the game, so of course they'd have to get in through the window. Sherlock kept the logic of it to himself as he jumped onto a fire escape and followed Peter back into Scotland Yard.

They were both breathing rather hard by then, but Sherlock was fit and ready to go for more.

Who other than Peter would tempt him out of boredom and out of his own solitude so easily? A rooftop run cheered Sherlock better than anything else.

"What are we doing here?"

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"I'm supposed to be working, I have to make a show of things so I don't get done for taking too much time off. Forgot to go in this morning."

Laughing, he gave Sherlock a playful smirk. Oh yes, he'd been too busy cursing over Sherlock and the jumper while watching This Morning. He did learn how to make a nice Spanish Omelet during the cooking section though!

As they worked their way across town after one or two almost tumbled and a rather awkward gap between two sets of flats, they got to Scotland Yard.

By then, people started realising that there were two blokes on the foot, trying to break into Scotland Yard. Brilliant.

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Well it's not like it was the first time that Sherlock had been thought to be a criminal. Luckily, it was just Anderson that responded. A lab monkey. Sherlock was amused, out of breath, and almost laughing as he pushed open the door, sure he caught someone breaking into Scotland Yard.

"You're an idiot, Anderson," Sherlock said, leaving the room ahead of Peter. He was curious enough about their final destination to continue on with the man.

And besides, his heart was exploding in his chest, the nicotine was colouring his skin. He was flushed. And happy. And it had been awhile since he had been.

Oh, Peter was as wonderful as always. If only Sherlock recognized that.

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"I have been 'wormed' in," Sherlock said, eyes dark and distant. "I've been working on it for months." Ever since John came with him on the pink woman's case, Sherlock had been determined, forever, to keep hold of him. It was obsession, no doubt. Sherlock wanted John and he would get him. It had started slow. So very slow.

Sherlock tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"John was curious about where I had been. He stands close at times. It seemed an appropriate time to kiss him. It was not."

Sherlock didn't bother to share how he had tried to crawl into his bed later, as he did with Mycroft and Peter, hoping for a bit of comfort by proximity. Now John wasn't even speaking to him.

"The signs of affection towards me were hard to miss. I'm stumped."

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"Affection doesn't equal romance, maybe he's not gay," Peter pointed out as he grabbed on of the sugar packets, tearing it open and pouring the content into the coffee. Stirring it with his finger, he looked up at the other man.

"Don't take this the wrong way Sherlock, but you look at this as a science experiment. Like you have to take steps and measure variable or whatever. It isn't. If you want John to stay with you then you have to be careful. Jumping in to kiss another bloke after his girlfriend leaves him? Awful timing, trust me. Doesn't matter how appropriate it seemed to you because of his proximity! Did you even take into account how he must of felt emotionally at that point?"

Course Sherlock didn't, he wasn't a very empathic being. Rolling his eyes, he lifted up his coffee and took a sip before holding the warm paper cup in his hands.

"The only reason why you're stumped is because you don't follow things like normal people do, you go about it in-- well, a Sherlock-y way. Never a good way but I do suppose its your only way

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"I've spent my life studying people," Sherlock countered. "I-- No. Oh. Interesting..."

Sherlock was in his own little world, tugging apart the strings of the yarn of his thoughts. It was brilliant, unraveling pieces.

"I took personality differences into consideration but not socially acceptable norms. While you wanted companionship, and John does want romance, not waiting the allotted time to offer it--"

No. Even Sherlock knew that wasn't quite right.

"I'm not enough. You need to talk to him and discover why this is. I've used experts in cases before. You'll do well for this assignment."

Mycroft presented John to Sherlock as an experiment to help him recognize the human side of himself.

Sherlock had turned it into a case.

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Peter had to put his head in his hands and groan. Could he be any more off from the point of Peter's statement. It wasn't a case of an experiment, it was affection and romance. Sometimes they were separate, sometimes less so. either way, this John blokes might not be interested or still getting over his girlfriend and Sherlock was way to eager to pounce

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Sherlock could never just focus on one thing at a time. He needed multiple threads to weave and sort in order to keep his mind busy. Peter's little adventure was over, Y was up for tomorrow, John was ignoring him and Peter...

Peter was going to stay here.

Sherlock would never, and could never, get rid of Lestrade -- the man was another thread in his web and Sherlock needed him to stay in tact -- but he could make it so that Peter stayed here. He would just need to do a little digging.

"Then I'm sure you'll be around soon."

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"Not that long, hopefully. London is nostalgic, Glasgow is home but Blackpool is where I'm meant to be."

Though he didn't sound that enthusiastic about the town, he did love the people, he hated the other coppers, the locals, the tourism but he loved Natalie and her friends, so that kept him going.

Smirking, Peter waved playfully before spinning n his heels and taking off.

They were done here, he'd see him around, there was no denying that. He still had to meet this John fellow.