Phone Call
Sherlock’s POV
Loki was talking with Greg. I was trying to focus on the bodies, the case, the first interesting case in months, but found myself keep looking over to him. Loki seems to have the outline of this case, but Molly was telling me details like time of death and where the bodies were found. I found myself asking for her to repeat things; Loki is bad for work.
Once I got the answers I needed my phone rang.
“John,” I answer.
“Hey Sherlock I got back to an empty flat, it's weird not having Loki steal my date,” he said in his joking manner. I can’t help feeling a bit sick at the idea of Loki with someone else, I’m glad I brought him here, because of the case of course.
And partly to keep him from Johns date, damn-it.
“Loki was bored with the form so I took him to Bart’s, Greg’s here, they’re talking now. I found a case,” I tell John.
Johns quiet and I know he wants to talk about what he told me at lunch. I can hear him chewing his lip as he thinks how to phrase it without scaring me. Not that I was scared earlier just, I just realised a few things about myself.
“Did you think about what I said earlier?” Oh, John, you are so predictable.
“Yes, nothing but. I wish you didn’t say anything,” I tell him watching Loki from across the room.
“Really? Well, you just needed a push, you would have seen it yourself sooner or later, anyway be glad I was the one who told you and not Mycroft. Hell Loki could have asked you out and you would have panicked like you did at lunch,” John is right, I hate it when John is right.
“I didn’t panic,” I deny.
“Sherlock you told me, 'not to do anything you wouldn’t' on my date, that’s a line you just regurgitated from TV as your mind went on autopilot,” I can tell he finds humour from this. Did I really say that? This bloody crush is worse than I thought.
“Fine,” I say and that’s the closest he’s going to get to me admitting I panicked, “We’ll head back to the flat now and I’ll fill you in on the details of the case. Your dates gone, right?” I ask not wanting Loki to flirt with her.
“She's gone Sherlock, no need to get jealous,” John said with a laugh.
Great now I’m jealous, I hate caring.
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Johns POV
I hung up on Sherlock smiling, happy to have gotten the last word for once.
Sherlock and Loki got back to the flat not long after. He seemed to want to ignore our phone conversation and instead explained the case to me. All I understood was that some Norse Mythology geek was killing people using the stories as guidelines; stories that Loki was confirming, well most of them.
After the explanation Sherlock went into think mode, shutting off the rest of the world, Loki in particular, I’m sure. I suggested to Loki that we finish the form, which he found on top of some case files on the desk. We soon finished it, making up most of the personal answers and I left to hand it in.
When I got back Sherlock jumped up out of his chair and pointed to Loki causing the man's green eyes to widen for a moment. Loki is very jumpy to loud noises and sudden movement; it must be some PTSD from being alone in the silent void.
“I know you don’t have magic, but you have knowledge of it, can you track it?” Sherlock asked.
“Maybe, it depends on what I would be looking for,” Loki replied tipping his head to the side, his hand was on that ring of his.
“The person who killed those men,” Sherlock said excitedly. He was 12-steps ahead of me as usual, and even Loki looked a little lost.
“I’m sorry, the killer is a magic God?” I ask.
“No John,” He says jumping up to me and putting his hands on my upper arms so he knew I was looking and listening.
“Well maybe, look those runes were ancient, only someone who had studied them for many years would be able to read them, but write a whole story on the person, well it must be their first or second language. Anyway, that doesn’t matter because these letters were drawn, the killer had copied them. They are being controlled by a ‘magic God’ as you put it,” he released me now and turned to Loki, calmer.
“Well am I right?” he asked. Show off.
“Yes, mortals lost the language many years ago,” Loki said and pulled his ring off. “I need to use the bodies, words are power, I have no magic but the writing on the bodies and in my ring should be enough for a tracking spell,” he said and Sherlock threw our coats at us.
“Well back to Bart’s,” he said with a smile, putting his own coat on and running down stairs. “The game is on John!” he shouts.
“What?” Loki said.
“Ignore him,” I reply putting my coat on, “I swear if he has a cab waiting I’ll kill him,”
“Why?” Loki asks confused.
“Because he is the only person in London who can walk out his house and find an empty cab, I don’t know how he does it,” I say and head out the front door.
Sure enough, Sherlock is sitting in a cab tapping away at his phone.
That fucker.
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