BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Sherlock: The Quiet Game is On

"Have you seen my scarf?"

You tried to hide your smile, but failed. Luckily though, your back was faced towards Sherlock so he couldn't see. You tried to gather yourself, hoping not giving anything away by the tone in your voice. "Uh, have you checked the laundry? Closet? Coat rack?"

"No, I decided to spend my time checking the toilet and bathtub instead," he replied sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him, grabbing a towel so you could dry your hands from doing dishes. "Hey, I'm just trying to help you," you said, with what you thought was a pretty straight face. But, Sherlock thought different.

"Are you?" he asked skeptically, stepping closer.

"Uh duh," you answered nonchalantly.

He took another step closer, his hands placed calmly behind his back while the buttons on his shirt fumbled to stay together. You dared to look up and meet his eyes. He stared down at you, not a hint of humor in his carved features.. "If you are lying and you do know where my scarf is, just know that there will be consequences," he stated squarely.

"What kind of consequences?" you teased, winking and whipping him playfully with the dish towel. He gave you a confused look then glared back down at you once again.

"Let's just say you may find a few of your belongings missing over the next couple days," he stated with a snark, raising his nose up in the air like his brother.

"Oh come on Sherlock, you're no fun," you whined, giving in and deciding to reveal the hiding spot to him. He definitely knew that you had hid it, and last time he had hidden something of yours you found it five months later, and that was only with his help. Plus, you really didn't want your favorite pair of shoes, or the new book you were reading to disappear.

You walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, his light steps following behind yours. Your turned so you were facing the mantelpiece, and immediately you started laughing. Sherlock searched with his eyes until they finally landed on his scarf, which was tied around the skull where it's neck would be. You tried not to laugh - you thought you were very clever for putting it there. He angrily unwound it while glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

"I put it around him because he-he," you were laughing so hard you could barely finish the line, "he looked chilled to the bone." At this point you were leaning against the mantle from laughing so hard, while clutching your stomach and trying to dry your eyes.

But Sherlock wasn't laughing at your pun, and actually, when you were finally done with your laughing fit, you looked up to find Sherlock not even standing in front of you anymore. You sighed and went down the hall, finding him in the bedroom. He was tying the scarf around his neck over the coat. You leaned against the doorframe and watched his movements, so graceful. He turned to walk out the door, and you expected him to kiss you goodbye on the forehead or give you a quick hug, but instead he walked right past you as if you weren't even there.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that he was just giving you the silent treatment so you would feel bad, but it wasn't working. You ran ahead of him and beat him to the door, opening it up and standing in the middle so he couldn't get through. He wouldn't look at you though, instead he just stared past your head at the wall.

"Have fun on your case," you said sweetly, knowing it would bother him because you were in such a good mood when he was trying so hard to make you in a bad one. You leaned up and kissed his cheek, then moved so he could leave through the door. He left silently and you just laughed, telling yourself that he just needed some time to get over it, and a murder case would do him some good.