JohnLock - Study in Pink 2 - The Game (Is On)

Title: JohnLock - Study in Pink 2 - The Game (Is On)
Author: SoOriginal
Warning: Spoilers (I'm adding this to all JohnLock because I know a few of you are just watching them now..)

I notice a skull on the side, good start
"A friend of mine, when I say friend.." What does he mean, that was an actual friend. Probably not, it's probably just one of his 'friends'.
"What do you think then Doctor Watson?"
"There's another bedroom upstairs, if you'll be needing two bedrooms." even Mrs. Hudson knows I'm gay, is it that obvious!
"Of course we'll be needing 2." I say quickly, I hope Sherlock doesn't get offended, ha! He probably didn't even notice me speak.
"Oh, don't worry, there's all sorts round here. Mrs Turner next doors got married ones." I think I'm going to like living here.
"Oh... Sherlock! The mess you've made..." I could hear Mrs. Hudson grumbling incoherently  in the kitchen about some experiment Sherlock has been working on, I guess experiment and deducing is all Sherlock does..
"I looked you up on the internet last night." I broke the silence
"Anything interesting?" Well Sherlock. What do you mean by interesting?
"Found your website The Science of Deduction?"
"What did you think?" I think my face best described it. I think it was awkwardly-crap is the right word(s).
"You said you could identify a Software Designer by his tie, and an Airline Point by his left thumb?"  He probably could to be honest, he's so hot. Wait? What's that got to do with anything?
"Yes. And I can read your Military Career in your face. And your leg. And you brothers drinking habits  in your mobile phone." Damn I forgot about them, he's hot..
"How?" I bet he won't answer.
"What about these suicides, then, Sherlock?" He was finally going to answer as well, for god's sake Mrs  Hudson.. "I thought that'd be right up your street. Three exactly the same -"
"Four. There's been a fourth. and there's something different this time." Okay, how can he possibly know even that?
"A fourth?" Yes, Mrs. Hudson, keep up.
"Where?" What? Where did he come from, probably with the Police, that how Sherlock knew, they're parked outside.
"Brixton, Lauriston Gardens." He's got a sexy accent, and he's pretty hot. Johnnnn, stop it. Nah. I mentally winked to myself, because that doesn't sound weird..
"What's new about this one? You wouldn't have come to get me if there wasn't something different." Sherlock calm down!
"You know how they never leave notes? This one did." Remember this John, you might need to one day.  
"Will you come?"  I can see in Sherlocks eyes he's going to say yes, and Mr. Hottie -god I am a hormonal teenager- knows too.
"Who's on forensics?" Like that changes the answer.
"Anderson." Prick.
"Anderson won't work with me!" Twat maybe?
"Well, he won't be your Assistant." Assistant? What?
"I need an Assistant." I be it, already trying to get him, calm down John. I will not calm down, when he is in the room.
"Will you come?" We all know this is more of a statement then anything but I'll let it slip. I have a feeling I'm going to let a lot of thing, just slip with Sherlock..
"Not in a police car. I'll be right behind."
"Thankyou." At least he's polite...
"Brilliant! Yes! Ah! Four serial suicides, and now a note. Oh, it's Christmas," Seriously Sherlock, you're being a bit of a dick, this is 4 lives been taken from them about your acting like it's the best thing that's ever happened to you! "Mrs Hudson. I'll be late. Might need some food." Lazy arsehole.
"I'm your landlady, dear, not your housekeeper." You go bitch. Seriously John, why do you have a functioning brain and a working voice box?
"Something cold will do. John have a cup of tea, make yourself at home. Don't wait up" Wow, he moves quick he's already out the door. I'm too busy looking round the room to hear the "Don't wait up," For another few seconds, did he want me to come with him? Too late now.
"Look at him, dashing about. My husband was just the same. But you're more the sitting-down type I can tell," She can tells she's rambling, but I don't mind it, she's being nice enough, "I'll make you that cuppa. You rest your leg."
"Damn my leg!" Oh god, I made her jump. That wasn't meant to be said out loud "Sorry, I'm so sorry,"  
Hopefully she'll realize I'm being sincere. "It's just sometimes this bloody thing..." Out of everyone why did I have to have a fucking fake limp, if it was really fair enough. But I even knows it's not real, god sakes.
"I understand, dear, I've got a hip." Aw, it's cute how she calls everyone dead.
"A cuppa tea would be lovely." I think I'm going to like living in 221B, even if Sherlock is a bit, interesting...
"Just this once, dear, I'm not your housekeeper,"
"Couple of biscuits too," I hope I didn't sound rude, "If you've got 'em." Hopefully that made it sound a bit more, well, nice.
"Not your housekeeper." Oh come on Mrs. Hudson, all 3 of us know that's a lie. I know Sherlock is in the flat, I just don't know why. I was in the Army, Sherlock, it's in the (unspoken) job description.
"You're a doctor," Well done Sherlock, you can do better than that, "In fact, you're an Army Doctor." To be honest, I was expecting more from you. God, he was slow close his face inches from mine, I can feel his breathe against my face, light enough to not bug me but heavy enough for me to notice, I don't think I can risk saying anything but a quite-  
"Yes."
"Any good?" Bitch please...
"Very good." Big headed John? Yes.
"Seen a lot of injuries, then. Violent deaths." Seriously? I was in Afghanistan for god sake...
"Hmm, yes." Imbecile.
"Bit a trouble too, I bet?" I smile internally at his remark, most of it unwar relate trouble to be honest. But I know that's not what he means.
"Of course, yes." I can't believe I was once a cocky twenty year old who could say anything to anyone, and get what he wanted but now I can't say two words, to a man I don't even know properly.
"Enough for a lifetime." Far too much, I think my voice adds on. I can't even be sure of my own voice in front of Sherlock.
"Want to see some more?" Fuck yes.
"Mm, oh, god, yes." My voice low and husky, I need this.
"Oh, sorry Mrs. Hudson. Skip the tea off out!" I could get used to this.
"Both of you?" Well, yes.
"Impossible suicides? Four of them? No point sitting at home when there's finally something fun going on!" Fun Sherlock, well I suppose it is anyway. Like some elaborate game.
"Look at you, all happy. It's not decent." I doubt Sherlock is ever decent.
"Who cares about decent?" I do, well, I used to, that count right?
The Game, Mrs Hudson, is on." Those 4 words, The Game is on, send shivers down my spine. I'm going to enjoy this very much...