The Dead Detective (JohnLock Fanfic)

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Hey it's chapter 2 time, I hope you enjoy it...

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Stepping out of the taxi I had one objective in mind. That was to tell John I was alive and to tell him that I loved him. I had figured out that John had a booking for that night at a restaurant called the Landmark, so I decided to meet him there.

 As I paid the cab driver, I walked slowly to the door of the restaurant, I pushed my hand through my hair as I opened the door. A man grabbed my coat and I sauntered in as casually as I could. I scanned the room quickly and saw John… My John… sitting at a booth looking so nervous. I felt my heartbeat out of my chest that I was sure that the whole room could see… but in reality that was preposterous. I looked at the waiting staff that milled around the room and thought up a plan.

Within the minute I was at John’s table, dressed up completely, even with a moustache drawn on – badly – with eyeliner. “Can I help you with anything sir.” I said, in an extremely cheesy and awfully bad French accent. In my mind I kicked myself for even attempting it.                                                           “Hi, yeah I am looking for a bottle of champagne… a good one.” I my mind I gasped… hearing him talk to me again was more than I thought it would be… I felt the shiver run up my spine as his voice captured me.                                                                                                                                                               “Well, these are all excellent selections.” I say, knowing nothing about fine wines myself… obviously not having the space for it in my mind palace, must have deleted it.                                                                                                                                  “Well…” John said, still not looking at me… I leant in a little closer… as if to inspect the menu. But in reality, I was just using it as an excuse to get closer to John. “It’s not really my area, what do you suggest?”                                                                                                                                                                              “Well, you could possibly go home… but if you want my personal recommendation.” I quickly scanned the page of wines. Taking in the names… and pointed to the most appealing. “This last one on the list is my favourite wine.” I hoped that the one I choose was pleasing to him. In an effort to catch his attention, I stood back and presented myself to him while taking off the glasses. “It is – what you say – like a face from the past.” I returned slightly to my original voice and looked down at him. From above he looked stunning, I was once again in awe… the only thing, was his moustache. But, I am sure he would lose it.

“Great, I’ll have that one please.” He says, again not looking up at me. How could he not recognise me? Well, then again… he still hasn’t seen my face yet.

I tried again: “It is familiar, we call it the old: surprise!” I say opening my arms out, returning once again to my accent. John coughed and handed me the menu, not once moving his eyes from the window outside.                                                                                                                                                         “Well then, surprise me.” I stared at him in annoyance. This was truly getting on my nerves. I looked at him one last time and sighed.