Sherlock Imagines

The Hunting Game (Part 3)-Sherlock

You stepped out of the cab either Sherlock. Your dress flowed down as you stood up. Sherlock said you could come if you wanted and you did. You dressed up fancy cause you knew it was a fancy restaurant. You wore a red dress that stopped at your knees in the front but continued down to your heels in the back. You had a matching pair of heels on. Your hair was done up in a pony tail with a strand of your side bang laying across your face. Sherlock held his arm out for you and you slipped your arm through. You both walked inside and tried to find John Watson. You slipped your arm back out and searched. You turned back to Sherlock to find that he wasn't there. You spotted him going around to different tables taking things to make a disguise. You smiled at the things you saw him do and shook your head. One of the people working there came up to you and asked if he could help you to a table. You shook your head.

"I'm looking for a friend."  You told him and he nodded.

You walked closer to Sherlock and his friend and listened to their conversation.

"Mm!  Well these are all excellent vintages."  Sherlock said with a horrible French accent.

"It's not really my area. What do you suggest?"  John asked, completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend was right behind him.

"Well, you cannot possibly go wrong but, umm, if you'd like my personal recommendation..."

"Mm-hm."

"This last one on the line is a favorite of mine."  Sherlock said pointing at the list.

John nodded but still didn't look up at Sherlock.

"It is-you might say-like a face from ze past."  Sherlock said and took of his glasses expectantly awaiting John to look. 

"Great, I'll have that one please."  John said.

"It is familiar but with the quality of surprise."  Sherlock said almost lasting into his regular accent at the last word.

John hands the wine list to Sherlock still not looking at him.

"Well, er, surprise me."  He said.

"I'm certainly endeavoring to, sir."  Sherlock said and walked away.

He walked towards you and you had a wide grin on your face.  You were about ready to burst into laughter.

"You're really good at this you know."  You said sarcastically.

"Shut up."  He hissed at you, but it only made you smirk even wider.

You watched Sherlock walk to get John his wine and smiled. You turned back around and ran right into someone. You gasped and looked at the woman.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."  You said quickly.

"No it's my fault, I wasn't watching. I should've seen you there."  She said.

"No, I wasn't paying attention."  You protested.

"What were you doing?"  She asked.

You really weren't expecting that but what you said seemed very natural and prepared.

"Oh, my boyfriend works here and I'm waiting for him to get off his shift so we can go to our date."  You said.

'Boyfriend?  What?  Whatever, it looks like she bought it.' You thought.

"Oh really?  That's great!  I'm here with my boyfriend."  She said.

"Nice. I hope you have a good time."  You said.

She smiled and walked to a table. Then you realized that she was John's girlfriend. You looked in John's hand and saw a small box. You gasped quietly and realized that John was going to propose to her.
Just then, Sherlock brushed past you with a wine bottle in his hands. You tried to grab him and stop him but you were too late.

"Sir I think you'll find this vintage exceptionally to your liking."  Sherlock said showing John the bottle. "It has all of the qualities of old, with some of the color of the new." 

"No, sorry, not now please."  John said, eyes locked on his girlfriend.

"Like a gaze from a crowd of strangers suddenly one is aware of staring into ze face of an old friend." 

Once again, Sherlock has taken off his glasses and is looking down at John. You started to make you way over to them to maybe stop everything from going wrong.

"No look seriously, could you just..." John finally looked up to meet the waiters eyes.

His face changed completely and he stared at Sherlock with utter disbelief.

"Interesting thing, a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends, and anonymity to waiters."  Sherlock said.

John looked at his date momentarily before clumsily standing to his feet.

"John?"  His date said concerned. "John what is it?  What?" 

John, in shock, looks down at the table, to his girlfriend, to Sherlock, and repeated that.

"Well, short version..." Sherlock said awkwardly.  "Not dead."  He said.

John stared at him with shock, pain, and growing anger. You made it to Sherlock's side and looked at the two at the table.

"Bit mean, springing it on you like that, I know. Could have given you a heart attack, probably still will. But in my defence, it was very funny."  Sherlock said and laughed nervously.

"It was a show for me."  You added smiling, but dropped it immediately after.

"Okay.  It's not a great defense."  Sherlock said.

"Oh no!  You're.." the woman started.

"Oh yes."  Sherlock said.

"You died, you jumped off a roof." 

"No." 

"You're dead." 

"No. I'm quite sure. I checked. Excuse me." 

Sherlock dipped the corner of a napkin in a glass of water and started wiping his fake mustache off.

"Does yours rub off too?"  He asked John.

"Do you have any idea what you've done to him?"  John's girlfriend asked, anger clear in her voice.

"Okay John, I'm suddenly now realizing that I owe you some sort of an apology." 

John clenched is fist and slammed it down on the table. You jumped, not expecting it and looked at him startled.

"All right.  Just...John?  Just keep..."

John interrupted her, "Two years."  He said.

He straightened up and looked at Sherlock. He drew in a shaky breath and let it out.

"Two years."  He repeated. "I thought...I thought you were dead.  Hmm?  Now, you let me grieve, hmm?  How could you do that?  How?"  John asked.

"Wait-before you do anything that you might regret, um, one question. Just let me ask one question, umm.  Are you really gonna keep that?"  Sherlock asked motioning to his upper lip.

He smiled nervously and laughed. John had had enough though. He launched himself at Sherlock pushing him back. Sherlock lost his balance and fell on his back, John on top of him. You and John's girlfriend rushed over trying to pull them apart.

"So, is that your boyfriend?"  She asked.

"Boyfriend?"  Sherlock had heard what she said.

You rolled your eyes. "Yours is on top of him!"  You shouted back.

She shrugged and continued to help pry John off of Sherlock. You finally managed to get John off but you all got thrown out of the restaurant and forced to find a new place to talk.