Code Name : Chaos (A BBC Sherlock Fanfiction)

XVI : Cold

  I was cold. It was mid - March, but London being London was freezing. It was raining, and we were all indoors, doing our own thing. Sherlock, as he'd been doing since he got it, was playing the violin. Although early in the morning it was aggravating, he truly was an exceptional player. A beautiful melody flooded the flat. I was paging through my tattered copy of 1984. I'd had it since I was a child. John, on the other hand was cooking. Egg fried rice and minced pork. The aroma of spices filled the room. My teeth chattered. The heating was broken, but no one else seemed fazed by the cold. I looked over to John and smiled. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. He looked adorable. Then I caught sight of the thick jumper he was wearing. Silently I padded into his room. I opened his wardrobe and selected a cream jumper. I was too big for me, but it was warm and comfy. I crept up on John with a grin on my face, and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. "Sara, that's my jumper!"he complained, turning to me and stroking my arms. I shrugged, leaned over the pan and took a deep sniff of its contents. God, John was a good cook.
"Smells good,"I remarked playfully, nuzzling my head into John's shoulder briefly then sloping over to Sherlock with his cold coffee mug clasped in my hands.
"Are you gonna drink it? John made it about three hours ago." He gave me a sour look and and plopped the violin down on his armchair.
"Sara, you are fully aware that I only ask John to make me coffee because at 3 o'clock in the afternoon because he needs something productive to do. His small mind does need occasional exercise."
"I am also right here, Sherlock,"John retorted in an aggravated tone. I returned to his side, taking his spare hand and whispering in his ear, "Your mind isn't small. His mouth is big." John laughed and kissed me lightly. I could feel Sherlock's burning gaze on my back and I knew he couldn't
stand being the Third Wheel. He didn't like to admit it, but he liked being the centre of attention.
I sighed in contentment as Sherlock resumed playing the violin, and John wrapped me into his arms. Suddenly, the violin stopped, I looked over to see Sherlock staring out of the window in confusion. "You ok ?" Asked John, concerned, "Yeah, I just thought I saw-. Never mind." He stuttered, sitting in his chair and burying his face in his hands. John and I looked at each other, looked back at Sherlock and then shrugged.

Sherlock
Kara and Moriarty ? No. S-she wouldn't do that to me.