Casey is a Fucking Dick

Maryna woke the next morning to find her bed empty. She had come home late the previous night, there had been a rash of robberies and a mountain of paperwork to accompany said crimes, and she could not remember if Casey had even been in bed when she climbed in. Maryna frowned, and, stretching her hands above her head, arched her back and wondered where her boyfriend was. She often woke to warm hands covering her stomach or occasionally kisses down her neck and shoulder, but never to an empty bed. She sighed, and pulling a dressing gown over her tank top, made her way to the kitchen, where she found Casey sitting at the table, staring down a mug of tea.

Maryna walked up next to him, and placing a hand on his shoulder asked, "Honey, are you okay?"

He startled at her touch, then shrugged away from her hand and spoke without looking at her, "I think that we need to talk."

Taking a deep breath, Maryna joined Casey at the table and replied, "Yes, we do."

"How long?"

Maryna cocked her head and frowned slightly, it seemed to her like an odd way to phrase the question, and so she answered hesitantly, "Six weeks."

Casey stood abruptly, causing his chair to tilt back dangerously, and angrily threw his glass against the wall, "You've been sleeping with that bastard for six weeks?!"

She flinched as the cup shattered against the wall, then stood to pull a broom out of the small closet next to the fridge before he started yelling about the mess as well, "No, Casey, I'm pregnant."

Maryna tried to step around him, but he grabbed her by her upper arm and pushed her backwards until her hips hit the counter and whispered dangerously, "Did that FUCKER get you pregnant?"

"Ow, Casey you're hurting me! Let go!" When he did not move, Maryna shoved him back with her free arm, "Casey, I never cheated on you, I'm pregnant with your child."

"I don't believe you! I saw you with him yesterday! What, did you go and get pregnant on purpose just so I wouldn't leave? Did you just stop taking your fucking pills?"

"What has gotten into you? I didn't cheat! John is just a friend! Believe it or not, I AM actually allowed to have friends!"

Casey laughed.

"The only reason a guy would be friends with you was if he was getting some."

"Despite what you seem to think, some people do actually like me!" Casey scoffed, so Maryna threw her hands up in a dismissive gesture and stormed back to the bedroom. She then pulled a bag from the closet, and started throwing cloths into it. Casey followed her, and started pulling her cloths back out of the bag. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked.

She snatched her shirt back from Casey and headed to the bathroom, "I'm leaving. I just need some space. God, I don't know if I can do this any more Casey." Maryna tossed a few toiletries into the bag, and then zipped it up, only to have it torn from her hands. "No, you're not leaving. We can work this out."

"Casey, I am leaving. I cannot have this conversation right now. Give me my bag, and let me go." Maryna stepped forward, reaching for her bag, but Casey pulled it out of her reach and shoved her into the wall, his arm pressing across her chest. Before he could say anything, however, Maryna kneed him as hard as she could, and while he bent over in pain she pulled her bag out of his grasp and ran for the door.

Sherlock was lying in bed wile Lord Hamish slept curled up on his shoulder when he heard John get up and start moving around. Sherlock heard the shower groan to life, and found his thoughts wondering to what John might look like in the shower, completely covered in water droplets. He groaned, and pushed himself out of bed. "This was getting ridiculous" he thought, "I need to do something about these fantasies". The case from the night before had lasted late into the night, and ended with a chase across town as well as a fight between Sherlock, John, and the Librarian. It had taken all of Sherlock's will power not to push John against the nearest wall and snog him senseless immediately following the fight. He dressed quickly, and then slipped out of the flat just as John shut off the water.

He decided to grab a cab and head to the Yard; he still had to go over everything that had happened with Lestrade. Sherlock pulled out his phone and thought about texting John, but then he would want to know why Sherlock had bothered to leave without him in the first place. He slipped the phone back in his pocket, and glared out the window until a music store caught his eye. On an impulse, he called out for the cabbie to stop and let him out. Sherlock spent an hour looking through the store before he finally settled on a guitar that he thought John would like.

Sherlock knew that John was not going to buy himself a guitar, if he was going to, he would have done so by now. Sherlock wanted John to have a guitar because he wanted to listen to John play and sing, and maybe even play together. "Surely John would mention it at some point" he thought. Also, Sherlock thought about how utterly happy John had looked while playing on the camping trip. It was a look that Sherlock desperately wanted to see more of. The guitar Sherlock chose was a Grand Auditorium with a tobacco sunburst stain on the face, as well as a hard-shell case with black plush lining. It was a beautiful guitar. It was not as expensive as some of the others that Sherlock had looked at, but he knew that John would prefer something that cost less than his entire wardrobe. On the counter, there was a bowl of guitar picks, and Sherlock noticed a dark blue one that had lighter swirls throughout it, giving it a ripple effect. Deciding to buy that as well, Sherlock paid for everything and stuck the pick inside of the case.

Sherlock hailed a cab and checked his phone. John had texted Sherlock while he was out, but Sherlock ignored the message and stared out the window until the cab reached Baker Street. Sherlock paid the cabbie then decided to have a smoke on the front steps of 221 and set the guitar at his feet to light a cigarette.

"Sherlock!" Sherlock looked up to see John leaning out of the window, "Put out that cigarette." Sherlock brought the burning roll of tobacco up to his lips, and took a long drag while still maintaining eye contact with John, who promptly rolled his eyes and slammed the window shut. He looked at the cigarette for a moment before sighing and snuffing it, then gathering the guitar and heading up to the flat.

John was making tea in the kitchen, so Sherlock set the case on the coffee table, put his coat up, then flopped onto the sofa, promptly being joined by Lord Hamish. John asked if Sherlock wanted tea from the kitchen but he was ignored. John did not ask again, the silence was not unusual. He soon entered the main room carrying two cups of tea, but stopped when he saw the guitar case on the table.

"Sherlock, what is that?"

"A guitar. Obviously."

"Right. Why? Is it for a case that you haven't told me about yet or something?"

"No, it's for you."

"Oh. Right. Um, why?" Sherlock watched John from the corner of his eye, then swung his legs off the couch to shift into a sitting position, "I bought it because you are very good. You're a much better guitarist than you are a writer."

John set the two cups down and opened the case. Sherlock watched as John admired the guitar, and carefully lifted it out of the case. He sat on the couch, next to Sherlock, and gave him a half smile that made Sherlock's heart rate spike. John ran his hands over the smooth wood, then the strings. He picked at the strings, checking the tuning and muttered, "It's beautiful". Sherlock cleared his throat, asking, "Why don't you play something? There's a pick, if you want."

He fished the pick out of the case and handed it to John, who accepted it with a grin. John plucked a couple strings before settling on a song.

We'll do it all, everything, on our own.

We don't need, anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, if I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know, how to say, how I feel.

Those three words are said too much, they're not enough.

If I lay here, if I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

John made eye contact with Sherlock; he had dropped the grin and instead wore a vulnerable, searching look. It made Sherlock's breath catch in his throat.

Forget what we're told, before we get too old,

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads.

I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own

If I lay here, if I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world.

Apparently John had seen something that he liked, because the half smile that Sherlock enjoyed so much was back. Somehow John managed to look both shy and arrogant at the same time. Sherlock did not remember moving closer to John, but when Sherlock took account of the situation, he found that he had moved so close to John that he could feel his body heat.

Forget what we're told, before we get too old,

Show me a garden that bursting into life.

All that I am, all that I ever was,

Is here in your prefect eyes, they're all I can see.

I don't know where, confused about how as well,

Just know that these things will never change for us at all.

If I lay here, if I just lay here,

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

John finished the song, and Sherlock leaned in, over the guitar, and kissed him. John kissed back eagerly, moving to touch Sherlock, but was blocked by the guitar in his lap, causing John to lapse into a fit of giggles. Sherlock pulled away, falling back into the couch, his expression somewhere between disappointed and pouting. John shook his head, saying, "No, Sherlock" between laughs, and gestured to the guitar, before placing it back into its case. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, and searching John's face as he raised his hand to touch his mouth lightly. John tugged at Sherlock's hand, leaning in to kiss him again. Sherlock slipped a hand into John's hair, pulling his head back to kiss him deeper, straddling the smaller man.

Lord Hamish chose that exact moment, however, to jump onto the back of the couch and swat at Sherlock's hair. Sherlock blindly waved a hand in an attempt to chase the cat off, but Lord Hamish swiped at his hand and promptly attempted to climb onto Sherlock's back. He sat up, pulling the cat off his shoulder, and glared murderously at him. He refused to yield even though Lord Hamish placed a paw on his nose and mewed pitifully. John's phone started ringing, so he used one arm to nudge Sherlock back onto the couch, and the other to dig the phone out of his pocket. Sherlock flung himself over and curled into a ball staring at the back of the couch in a full-blown pout, with Lord Hamish being a typical cat and curling up on Sherlock's side.

John checked his caller ID, and quickly answered when he saw that it was Maryna, but, unfortunately, she was incoherent, "Maryna, just tell me where you areā€¦ Actually, just text me the address, I'll be there soon." She made a noise that John interpreted as an agreement, and then she hung up the phone. John shook his head, standing up and reaching for his coat, "Sherlock, something's happened. I have to go." Sherlock remained silent, refusing to look at John.

As John stepped outside, his phone chimed again. Maryna had sent him an address to a hotel no more then three blocks away. He decided to walk, figuring that since it was so close it would be easier, and headed in the direction of the hotel.

Once at the hotel John found the room quickly, and sharply knocked on the door, "Maryna, it's John." There was a loud thud accompanying some cursing before the door was yanked open, revealing Maryna, red-eyed and still in her dressing gown. John hugged her and walked her back to the bed, noting the bag lying haphazardly in the walkway, the contents scattered on the floor. They sat on the bed and John attempted to comfort her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

"What happened?"

"I got in a fight with Casey. I told him I was pregnant, and then he accused me of cheating and getting pregnant on purpose. He accused me of some pretty horrid things, so I left."

"Did he hurt you? Is that why you have a bruise on your arm?" John queried.

Maryna nodded slightly and John felt a wave of red hot anger flood his system. He pulled Maryna close to him and, taking a minute to calm down before he spoke again, asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"Well, I was planning on staying here until I could find an apartment, because I can't go back there."

"Don't waste your money on this place. Come stay with Sherlock and I while you look for a place, and in a few days, once you've calmed down a bit, I'll go with you to get the rest of your stuff. Okay?"

Maryna burst into tears again, and John let her cry herself out on his shoulder. When she had finally calmed down again John wiped her face dry and gently smiled at her. "Hey, things will be okay" he told her. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, then began to retrieve her fallen belongings and placed them back into her bag. "You'll freeze to death by the time we get back to the flat, come on." He slung the bag over his shoulder and led Maryna out of the hotel.

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OMG guys, I'm back. I hope you all didn't start to think that this chapter would never come, I promise that I will finish this story.

I got a beta, tumblr user datenshi-no-hime, who is fantastic. Any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. She is going back through and editing all the old chapters, so in a month or two when she finishes I'm going to fix them all up at the same time. I'll let you guys know when that time is getting close.

The song in this chapter was Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.

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Regarding the title, I can't think of anything better at the moment but I will probably change it at a later date.