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Hey if anyone has any cases for me I would really appreciate it.

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Trying to prove a point to an asshole

" I am heading to Northumberland" John said to the lady working at the airport. Her name was Heather and she helped him set up his flight. He walked slowly through the security line thinking about if he really should be leaving. He had to. He needed a break from stress and needed to get away from Sherlock. There was so much going on he needed to clear his head. Now, although he didnt have a lot of money going on this trip would be fine because he had a distant cousin living there named Marie. After everything John had to endure with Sherlock he thought maybe he should visit. It wasnt like there were severely important cases going on at the moment anyway. Besides, Sherlock had done cases before John came alone surely he could do it again for a month. John felt a pang of guilt swarm his body. John simply left a note for Sherlock. "Sherlock," It read " I am going to be leaving for Northumberland tomorrow morning. I need to get away from everything that has been going on as of late. I Know there are still things we need to talk about involving us; however, we can talk about it when I get back. I am hoping that leaving will clear both of our heads and we will finally understand our feelings for one another. Please try to have fun. Be safe -John" He shook his head trying to get rid of the memory. " This is good for both of us" He mumbled to himself -he was trying not to worry about anything- It seemed that as soon as John let his feelings show about how he really felt about Sherlock, everything became different.He wasnt even able to pay attention to cases, the last one he went on with Sherlock, John was only really gazing at him trying to understand him more.In the end Sherlock was annoyed that John wasnt helpful. It had been a almost three weeks since John and Sherlock had sex, yet the thought hardly left him. He felt like he was falling way to hard. John wasnt even truly sure if Sherlock loved him. He had been spending a lot of time with Irene lately and so he felt like they really didnt have a chance. John had been sitting on the navy green leather chair that sat next to gate 56's entrance. He put his fingers through his short silky hair trying to rid himself of his urging thoughts. Looking up he saw a young blonde woman gazing at him he looked around to see if it was really him she was looking at but no other individual was around. He looked back at her to find that she was still looking. He shifted a bit in his seat making a small sound that he was embarrassed about. She was gorgeous. Her eyes were as blue as the sea. She had cute little glasses that were grey and it complimented her eyes making them shine. Her blonde hair was thrown in a sloppy bun that made her look young and sophisticated. She smiled at him, showing her dimples in the process, not being able to help himself he smiled back making her cheeks fill with a rosy colour. He felt as though he needed to make a good impression but fear swept over him. Where was he to put his hands! At that moment they were resting at the arm rest but he thought to himself that, that could make him look like a prude; however, if he were to put him at his side he might show a bit of sternness. So many positions he could do yet in his panic he tried to put it under his chin making it look like he was sophisticated but instead he punched himself. She put her long slender fingers to her mouth and giggled. His face was surely red as he felt warmth flow to his face. She grabbed her purple purse and walked over next to John and sat down. "Are you alright? I am not sure what you were doing but it looked like it hurt." To John her voice sounded small and frail and it made John like her even more. " Yes, I am alright sorry,that must have looked so weird im not quite sure what happened myself!" He laughed, trying to ease his embarrassment.