Johnlock Case Omegle

Stranger: New case just came in John, Interested? -GL

You: John looked at his phone and sighed. He had been consulting on a couple cases, his time with Sherlock and his own abilities as a doctor serving in good stead. "Feel like a case, Sherlock?" John asked

Stranger: "I guess. Is it a good one?" Sherlock came from the kitchen and peered over John's shoulder at the text. "Why's he texting you about them now?"

You: "I've helped on a few," John replied. "Greg sometimes needed outside help. You know Anderson's an idiot." John texted back to the DI "What kind of case? -JW"

Stranger: Murder mystery. It's times like this I wish... He... was still around. -GL

You: "Careful what you wish for. Where's the address? - JW"

Stranger: Sherlock jotted down the address as John read it outloud.

You: John texted Lestrade back saying he'd be there soon and looked at Sherlock. "Think we should clean up and change," he said, smiling.

Stranger: "Why? I think Lestrade would get a kick out of us coming down there after arousal, sticky, wet and naked." Sherlock grinned back.

You: "Yeah, probably," John chuckled. "Though to see the looks on Donovan's and Anderson's faces would almost be worth it." He gave Sherlock a kiss and turned to find his clothes. "Get dressed, you," John said fondly

Stranger: "Oh, but you know you like me like this!* Sherlock laughed, almost dancing around John.

You: "I do yes," John growled, flicking Sherlock's shoulder playfully. "Doesn't mean I wanna share."

Stranger: Sherlock kissed John deeply then headed towards the bathroom, leaving John to get dressed in his room.

You: John chuckled one last time after Sherlock and quickly cleaned himself up. He threw on a fresh pair of clothes and headed to the living room of the flat. He still couldn't quite believe what had just happened, but he was glad as hell it had. He looked up at Sherlock's steps on the stair.

Stranger: "You ready love?" Sherlock kissed John lightly again, finishing buttoning up his shirt as he did so.

You: "I am," John said, pulling a dark coat out of the closet. He brandished it at Sherlock and smiled. "Ready for an old friend?"

Stranger: "I guess." Sherlock thought for a moment. "Think he'll faint?"

You: "I don't know," John said thoughtfully, handing Sherlock his old black coat. He smiled as Sherlock swirled it over his shoulders in that familiar gesture. "Let's go find out."

Stranger: "He may get a kick out of the blond hair-from-hell." Sherlock touched his head and grabbed John's hand, starting down the stairs. He ignore John's look of shock.

You: "Blond hair from hell?" John repeated incredulously. "Where did you come up with that? And at least its easy to fix. One bottle of black hair dye."

Stranger: "I hate being blond, it's a pain in the ass... thus, hair-from-Hell... And I don't want to dye my hair again... that stuff smells like something died in my hair..."

Stranger: Sherlock scrunched up his face.

You: "But it washes out quickly," John soothed him. "And I can help you, it won't take as long." He smiled at Sherlock and hailed a passing cab. They got in, John taking Sherlock's hand after giving the cabby the address

Stranger: "Only if you'll shower with me and we can have another go in bed." Sherlock smiled, ignoring the look the cab driver sent them in the mirror. He really didn't give a damn about him.

You: "Of course," John replied, a sly grin lighting his features. "You think that go was the only one?" John chuckled darkly and glanced at Sherlock from under his eyelashes. "I've got so many plans for us."

Stranger: The cab driver kept shooting them awkward glances in the mirror but Sherlock didn't care. "I sure as Hell hope not! I've got plans for you too!" Sherlock chuckled and kissed John softly.

You: John kissed Sherlock back, enjoying the lightness of the kiss and not seeking to deepen it. A muffled cough from the cabby interrupted them. The cabby looked back with a red face and announced that they were there.

Stranger: Sherlock laughed, kissed John once more on the forehead, took his hand in his, and got out.

You: They walked up to the yellow crime scene tape and saw Donovan standing behind it talking on her phone. She nodded absently to John but gazed hard at Sherlock, as if trying to place him. "Colleague of mine," John explained airily, a secret smile directed at Sherlock. "When did you get a colleague?" Donovan asked, confused

Stranger: Sherlock squeezed his hand to let get John's attention and returned the smile.

You: Donovan shook her head and lifted the tape for the two men to pass underneath. "John's coming, with a colleague," she spoke into her phone. John could hear Lestrade's voice say something but couldn't make out the words. They walked upstairs to meet the DI

Stranger: Sherlock stoped John halfway up the stairs, pressing his back roughly into the wall and, as John's mouth opened in a gasp from hitting the brick, caught his lips with his own.

You: John melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Sherlock's back. He grinned against Sherlock's lips and whispered, "Crime scene. So much worse to snog at one than to giggle."

Stranger: "They can wait one more moment. The guy isn't going anywhere." Sherlock chuckled at his own joke

You: John pulled his head back down and kissed him hungrily. The sounds of the policemen moving about and talking faded away as Sherlock filled his mind.

Stranger: "Um... John?" Came an awkward voice at the top of the stairs.

You: John broke away from Sherlock, his face flushing red. "Greg," John greeted. "So where's the body."

Stranger: Greg headed down the stairs to John, taking his hand. "And who's your... um.. friend, John?" Greg cleared his throat.

You: "A colleague," John said, smirking. "Knows a lot about things and I thought he'd be helpful."

Stranger: "Well... I don't know..." Greg eyed Sherlock, seeming to be sizing him up.

You: "Its ok," John said. "He's helped me before in the military." John was amazed at how easily the lie came to him but he really wanted to shock the DI. And he obviously wasn't recognizing Sherlock at all

Stranger: "Well... I mean... I'm not supposed to even be letting -you- come on the scene, John..."

You: "I know, Greg," John said soothingly. "How about this? He stays back and just observes. If he sees something I miss, he'll chime in?"

Stranger: "Well... I guess... that's alright..." Greg scratched the back of his head. "Wouldn't hurt..."

You: "Thanks," John said, clapping the DI on the shoulder. "Now where's the body? We should probably get a move on"

Stranger: Sherlock swished past the DI, eyeing him darkly as he always did. He was so stupid.

You: John just shook his head at Sherlock's imperious attitude. Looks like he was back in the swing of things. John paced forward and took in the body on the floor. It was a young man, his head turned at an awkward angle.

Stranger: "Broken neck, no more then 28, I'd say practicing to be a doctor and he-" John cut Sherlock off.

You: "Just observe, remember?" John asked archly, smiling at Sherlock. The man's voice was very distinctive and John was glad the DI hadn't walked in yet. John circled the body, observing the broken neck and the ID tag underneath the body. He noticed blood under the man's nails and pointed it out to the DI

Stranger: "So what do you think happened here, John?" the DI asked, teetering on his heels, looking at John, to the body, and back to John.

You: "I think there was a fight," John said, pointing to the blood under the nails. "He was in training to be a doctor, you can see his ID underneath him. It looks like the broken neck was done purposely, there are bruises of fingers around the neck. You're looking for someone who has martial arts or military training."

Stranger: Sherlock snorted in the corner as if it was all so obvious. Lestrade continued "How can you tell he was a doctor and not, let's say, a security guard?"

You: "I recognized the pattern on the ID badge," John said simply. "That border is only used for doctors at St. Bart's. Its used to make us easy to identify." He looked at Sherlock and smiled. It was fun to be the one doing the talking for once

Stranger: Sherlock rolled his eyes at John. Seeing him frowning, he gave him the best, 'this is borin why am I even here' look he could give.

You: "Did I miss something?" John asked, inviting Sherlock to speak. He stepped back so that he could keep an eye on Greg's face when the man finally figured out who John's "colleague" was.

Stranger: "You missed a lot of things." Sherlock stepped up to the body and swooped down on it. " He's right handed, you can tell by THR brusing on the knuckles. Right hand only, not left, meaning he hit with his right hand, obvious dominate in it. Same with the blood under the fingernails. Also, he was not killed by a break in the neck but a fractured skull. You can tell because the skull is indented here and the neck is only far enough to be maybe fatal, not one-hundred percent." Sherlock smirked at John.

You: John smiled back and gave a go-ahead gesture with his hand. He could see a light starting to dawn in Greg's eyes and kept his chuckle to himself. Barely

Stranger: "Hello Lestrade. Good to see you again." Sherlock beamed

You: "Sher... Sherlock?" Greg choked out. He stalked up to the beaming detective and looked him deep in the eyes.

Stranger: Sherlock stood to greet Lestrade. "Yep." Sherlock couldn't help but start to laugh when he heard John cough in the background.

You: John tried to hide his continuing laughs but he could only cough convincingly for so long. He grinned at Lestrade and shrugged when the DI turned an angry gaze on him

Stranger: "You knew?!" Lestrade sounded upset more then angry.

You: "Not for long," John said, holding his arms up consolingly. "Sherlock just told me a few hours ago. We had a lot to discuss"

Stranger: "Whoa... Wait a minute..." Lestrade looked between them a couple times. "I saw you two... Just down the stairs... You were... And... God..." Lestrade's eyes grew huge.

You: "Yeah," John said, laughing again. "Guess you all were right about us." He walked over to Sherlock and stood with his shoulder just barely brushing the detective's. "So what do you want to do now?"

Stranger: "Well, it is nearly lunch time... If you guys wanna... I'll buy..." Lestrade looked between the two of them again, then locked on Sherlock. "And what happened to your hair?"

You: Sherlock eyed him, annoyed, and ruffled a hand through his hair. "Disguise," he said shortly, glaring at John when he laughed.

Stranger: "Oh, stop laughing! It's not funny..." Sherlock snapped at first the just turned away, embarrassed.

You: "I swear I've laughed more today than in the past three years," John said, nudging his shoulder into Sherlock's. "And lunch sounds great. I'm starved."

Stranger: Sherlock glared down at John, giving him a death glare down his nose.

You: John leaned up on his toes and kissed Sherlock lightly on the nose. He grinned unremorsefully at the detective and turned to Lestrade. "I think we've gotten everything we can off the body. You ready for lunch? I know a good Chinese."

Stranger: Sherlock took John's hand in his as he followed the DI downstairs to his car. They slid into the back seat. "No making out back there now, boys." Lestrade scolded as Sherlock kissed John gently on the lips. "I'd don't want to have to clean any cum

Stranger: Off the seats, if you know what I mean."

You: "I think we can behave for a car ride," John said. He batted playfully at Sherlock's hands, trying to keep his buttons done. He could see Lestrade rolling his eyes at them in the rear-view mirror

Stranger: John played with Sherlock's thumb the whole ride. The two of them seemed to be in a quiet thumb wrestling match of 'who can pin the other ones in their grasp and hold them closer' kind of thing.

You: Lestrade hid a smile as he watched the two in his backseat. Before Sherlock had left, they had acted just like a couple, though both were oblivious to the fact. It made the DI happy to see that they had finally worked it out for themselves. He cleared his throat as he pulled up outside the restaurant

Stranger: Sherlock got out of the car, helping John down as he held the door open for him with on hand, and held John's hand in the other. After John jumped down, Sherlock pecked him on the lips playfully. Sherlock was defiantly a different man since last night.

You: John kept Sherlock's hand in his as they walked with Lestrade up to the door. "So, how's this Chinese?" John asked jokingly, gesturing to the door handle

Stranger: Sherlock stared down at John. "How do you mean?"

You: "You once told me that you could tell how could a Chinese place was by examining the lower third of the door handle," John explained. "Don't you remember?" He playfully nudged Sherlock's shoulder, delighted he remembered something the detective didn't

Stranger: Sherlock shook his head, feeling stupid. He turned away from John.

You: "What's the matter?" John asked, grabbing onto his arm. Panic flashed into his eyes and Lestrade diplomatically entered the restaurant to give them a moment alone.

Stranger: "Nothing... Let's just... Go..." Sherlock started towards the doors but John stopped him.

You: "Sherlock, something's bothering you," John said, wrapping an arm around Sherlock's waist. "Tell me. Please."

Stranger: "I never told you anything like that... Ever... When did you get smarter then I am? I mean... All I could figure out from the body was he was right handed... You figured out were he worded and all that... When did you get better then me at my job?" Sherlock looked down.

You: "You did tell me," John insisted. "Our first case together as we were walking away from the crime scene. I'm not smarter than you, I just happened to recognize the ID badge." He looked worriedly at Sherlock, trying to understand what was going on.

Stranger: "Just happened to? Yeah right..." Sherlock said coldly.

You: John took Sherlock's chin and tilted his head down so he could look into his eyes. The distance and coldness he saw there scared him. "Sherlock?" John asked quietly. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"

Stranger: "It's nothing. John." Sherlock basically growled, letting so much cold hatred in his voice it scared even him.

You: John recoiled as the hatred struck him. It made his stomach turn, fear twisting and knotting in his belly. He slowly dropped his hand and looked away. "If you don't want to do this, we can leave. I'll make some sort of excuse to Greg."

Stranger: Sherlock let go of John's hand. "I don't really care." Sherlock said cooly.

Stranger: He stuffed his hands in his long coat pockets

You: Hurt flashed across John's face before he fought it down. Silly to think that after what they had done earlier, Sherlock would be warmer towards him. John shook his head and said, "Fine. I'm going to have lunch because I'm starved. You can do what you like." He stalked into the restaurant, not sparing another glance for the man he loved

Stranger: Sherlock stood outside the restaurant. He hated the idea of leaving those two alone, together. The pulled out a cigerate and lit it up. It let it burn for a minute in his fingers before throwing it on the ground, grinding it out with his heel, and storming out into the unfamiliar part of town.

You: John sat down at the table Lestrade had chosen, toying with the glass of water that had been placed there.

Stranger: "Wheres Sherlock at?" Lestrade asked, glancing around.

You: "Gone," John replied shortly, anger bleeding into his voice. "He was acting weird, all cold. He seemed angry that I knew more than he did at the crime scene. I don't understand..."

Stranger: "He's Sherlock. No one really understands him. All I know is that he needs to feel smarter then everyone else in the room and he doesn't care who he crushes to get there." Lestrade saied, patting John's hand soothingly.

You: "I know," John whispered. "But he never really used to do that with me. Sure, yeah, he made me feel like an idiot sometimes, but just now, he made me feel like... feel like Anderson, I guess." John took a deep drink of the water, hoping to ease the tightness in his throat

Stranger: "He does hate Anderson now doesn't he..." Lestrade said slowly.

You: "Yeah," John replied miserably. "So does that mean he hates me too now? Because I help you with cases once in a while?" He toyed with the glass again, painting patterns in the condensation

Stranger: "Look, I'll text him and talk to him... And John, I doubt he hates you. If he hated you, he wouldn't have let you that much into his life.

Stranger: "

You: John looked up at Lestrade, hope in his eyes. "Thanks," John murmured. "Maybe he'll talk to you. You were the closest thing he had to a friend."

Stranger: "He had you." Lestrade smiled backZ

You: "Yeah, but I was his assistant basically," John said, derision in his words. "You were the one who gave him interesting cases." John stood suddenly, knocking the table with his thighs. "I don't think I'm hungry anymore. I'm gonna go for a walk, try to clear my head. See you later, Greg."

Stranger: Lestrade watched after him sadly and sighed. Oh that Sherlock... Can't hold on to what he has can he? Lestrade whipped out his phone and sent a message to Sherlock. "we need to talk. -GL"