A/N- No plot; no problem! ;) This little scene is kind of self-explanatory. Sherlock must investigate something for a case (I imagine him preparing to 'break into' a house), so therefore, the risk spoken of. Hope y'all like, please tell me your thoughts! ;D
The surprise on Sherlock's face when I approached him in the alley made all my trouble in finding him worthwhile. Within a moment, however, his features had tensed up in a frown.
"I knew that you suspected something," he told me, "but I didn't believe you would manage to locate me."
I suppose this complimented my intelligence, though I admit to having felt more insulted than flattered. "You must have rubbed off more than you realize," I replied in an- appropriately- exaggerative voice.
Sherlock raised his fingers to his lips. "Then you must know why I'm here," he said in a cautious whisper.
I nodded. "And I'm here to help you."
"I can do just as well without you, John. Believe me, if I had needed your help, I would have asked for it."
"Unless your investigation was exceptionally dangerous?"
"The danger is hardly exceptional."
"Then it is dangerous?"
"To a small degree, there is risk involved."
"So I'll accompany you."
"Just accept it, Sherlock. I can be just as stubborn as you, you know."
"That's uncertain," Sherlock said. In truth, I doubted it altogether.
"Are you worried that I'll wreck everything?" I asked.
"Then I'm coming."
"John, I have no wish to endanger your life without necessity," my companion replied.
I found myself studying his face carefully. "You're trying to protect me," I realized.
"And you're making it difficult," he pointed out, rather than admitting the truth of my statement.
"Sherlock," I told him, "I appreciate that. Really I do. But if you think I'm going to just let you face any kind of danger alone, you're not nearly as clever as you fancy yourself."
"I hope you brought a gun."
I smiled at his method of acceptance. "Yeah, I did."