Sherlock Holmes imagines

:.enchanted

Hiya guys!

Just want to say, thank you so much for being so patient and for your continueing support!

This imagine is requested by: CrystalAris
I'm so sorry it took me so long but also thank you so much for your patience. I decided to make it longer than normal to give you all a treat <3
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John looked up at the house on front of him. He had just returned from a meeting with one of his old friends. It had been years since he saw him so he had taken his time to catch up with him.

It was already dark outside. The moon was shining brightly and many stars had already appeared in the sky. John lifter his head up and looked at the window of their apartment. The curtains were closed, he couldn't see anything inside.

John let out a big sigh. Many thoughts entered his mind. Sherlock wasn't answering his phone and John hadn't seen him all day. Sherlock was the type of guy that would always keep an eye on his phone, incase something urgent was going on. It wasn't like him. John was worried.

John slowly opened the door and went up the stairs to their apartment. He knocked on the door. There was a long silence. No answer. John sighed and knocked a little harder. There was still no answer.

"Oh, I'll let you in dear." The cheery voice of Mrs Hudson appeared behind him. She stepped closer to the door and opened it for him. John shot her a thankful smile and entered the apartment.

"Sherlock?" John curiously set foot in the living room. He carefully looked arround. It was empty, there was nobody there. John scratched his head in confusion.

"Can you please be quite." An annoyed voice came from behind him. Sherlock immediately turned arround.

He saw sherlock working in the kitchen. He was busy investigating something. He had his entire labset set up. He almost didn't wear any protection. Just his gloves, like he always handled things.

Sherlock stood up from his chair. In his hand he was holding.. a piece of chocolate? John had never in all these months seen Sherlock eating chocolate. What on earth was he doing?

"Sherlock?" John asked again. Sherlock turned around and looked at him in annoyance.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, while putting down the piece of chocolate in his hand.

"Well you haven't been answering your phone and I haven't seen you all day." John paused for a moment. "What exactly are you doing?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes. All day he was able to focus, because everybody had left him alone. Now, John came to disturb it all.

"I'm broading my mind, you should try it some time." Sherlock picked up the piece or chocolate again. He carefully bend down and put the chocolate in a solution he had just made. John approached him to take a closer look, but Sherlock quickly straightened his back and stopped him.

"Please stay back." he spoke clearly. "This is nothing for you. You don't know what I'm doing and you're being a disturbance of my work. Get back. " John let his eyes drift across all the different chemicals and lab equipment which he moved into their apartment. Where did he keep al of this and how did he come up with all these experiments? John had no idea.

"What exactly are you doing?" Sherlock turned to him, while frowning. It all seemed so obvious to him. He really couldn't understand how John couldn't see it. The answer was right in front of him. The chocolate, the way everything was set up, the chemicals he had brought.

"I came across a bar of chocolate in the shop around the corner." he started. "It got my attention. There are many theories that suggest that there are certain endorphins in chocolate that can trigger a feeling of love. I was just simply testing this theory by trying target this specific endorphin and try to get it either isolated or more noticable in this piece of chocolate." John's jaw dropped a little by hearing some of the fancy words he used. John just stared at him.