Sherlock Imagines

The Hunting Game (Part 7)-Sherlock

He tries to shut the door but the woman put her foot out to stop it. You smiled at them and went over to Sherlock's chair. You looked around at the flat and then sat down.
You looked over at Sherlock and the woman still talking and leaned over to try and hear. You didn't get much but what you did get made you smile.

"Is that the girl you were talking about?" The woman asked pointing at you.

"Oh for goodness..." Sherlock shut the door and turned around to the two of you.

"Sorry about that." Sherlock said.

"No it's fine. Clients?" John asked.

"...Just my parents." Sherlock said.

You looked at John awaiting his reaction.

"Your parents?"

"In town for a few days." Sherlock stayed.

"Your parents."

"Mycroft promised to take them to a matinee of 'Les Mis'. Tried to talk me into doing it." Sherlock explained.

"Those were your parents?" John asked.

"Yes." Sherlock said.

"Well, that is not what I..." John trailed off and looked out the window.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"I-I mean they're just so..." He looks at Sherlock and then back out the window, "...ordinary." He finished.

"It's a cross I have to bear." Sherlock said.

"Did they know too?" John asked.

"Hmm?" Sherlock looked at John.

"That we were spending the last two years playing hide and seek." You told Sherlock. "Yes they knew." You said to John.

"Ah! That's why they weren't at the funeral." He said.

"Sorry. Sorry again." Sherlock said.

"Mm."

John slowly stepped towards the door.

"Sorry." Sherlock said quietly.

John stopped and turned around.

"See you've shaved it off then." Sherlock said.

"Yeah. Wasn't working for me." John said.

"Mm I'm glad." Sherlock said and you nodded in agreement.

"What? You didn't like it?" John asked.

"No. I prefer my doctors clean shaven." Sherlock said smiling.

"That's not a sentence you hear everyday." John said.

"Neither is the fact that you talk to your parents about me." You said to Sherlock.

"Who said that?" Sherlock asked.

"Your mother did. I may have eavesdropped on that last bit of your conversation." You said.

Sherlock grabbed your arms and pulled you up just enough for him to slip underneath and sit in his chair. You gasped and looked down at him.

"You were in my chair." He said with a smirk.

"Well I was sitting there first." You protested.

"But I'm sitting in it now." He said.

You smiled down at him, "Sherlock Holmes, you drove me crazy."

"Not as crazy as you drive me." He said.

"You sure? Cause I can get really crazy." You said.

The two of you would have kissed if it weren't for John to have coughed very awkwardly. You turned around and laughed sheepishly. You walked over to the couch and mimicked Sherlock's dramatic falling back onto the couch as John and Sherlock discussed things about the terrorist attack.