"I have solved the case, John! I have solved the case in just five minutes!" Sherlock screamed like an excited little kid and the people around them (including Lestrade and the officers from NSY) couldn't help but look at them. 

"Er..." John looked around and noticed the glares and not just the glares but also the situation that they were in. 

Dammit, Sherlock. 

John wanted to interrupt his flatmate. He wanted to cover his mouth and just make him shut up because... Goodness, Sherlock! Timing!

"Oh, don't look so glum. This isn't the first time you lost a bet to me. Won't be the last though." Sherlock winked. Cocky little bastard. 

"Sherlock..." John clenched and unclenched his fists. There's that urge. The urge of wanting to punch and beat Sherlock Holmes to a pulp because he's such a fucking show off. 

"What, John? I solved the case in five minutes. I won the bet. Shouldn't I celebrate? Shouldn't you be praising me? Brilliant? Amazing? Fantastic?" 
The stupid look on Sherlock's face made John angrier.

"I would have done that if you weren't such a cocky little bastard who doesn't know what timing is." John spat.

Sherlock's brows furrowed, "Why the hell are you angry with me!?"

John rolled his eyes, "Damn it, Sherlock! Look around you!"

The doctor gestured all around him.

Guns were pointed at a certain person standing in front of an abandoned building (yes, the criminal), the people of NSY were all glaring at him and John and the spectators (yes, there were a few spectators) were also giving him weird looks.

Sherlock looked around, straight-faced, not the least bit bothered with the things that are going on around him and then he said, "We are in the middle of a hostage taking crisis. Obvious. So?"

John and yes, all the people around him, couldn't do anything but gape at him. 

"Not good?" Sherlock asked after a very long pause. 

John shook his head, "Not good."

Sherlock bit the inside of his cheek, "But John, five minutes! I've proved to you that I could solve this in five minutes and I did! Isn't it amazing? Don't you think it's brilliant?"

John squeezed his eyes shut, "Sherlock, please."

Everyone's attention was directed at John and Sherlock now and it was fucking embarrassing. Goodness, even the hostage taking had stopped because of their 'argument'. 

Damn it. They'd be on the papers the next day. 

"John." Sherlock pouted and John should find it adorable because it's rare for Sherlock to be pouting like that, but no. Hell, no. Just no. He was a bit angry right now. No.

"Sherlock, you need to stop this right now. Please, just... just don't say a word until all of this is over. Please." John did his best to speak as calmly and as firmly as possible. 

The detective just turned his back on John. "I thought you'd think I'm brilliant," and then he walked away.

"Hey, of course I think you're -" John wasn't able to finish his sentence when Sherlock stopped on his tracks and looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes full of... sadness?

"What the fuck did I fucking do...?" John followed the detective with his eyes until he disappeared from the crowd.

Shit. 

John suddenlt felt kind of... guilty. Whoa, shit. He shouldn't feel this way! It wasn't his fault! 

But that look... Sherlock was hurt, wasn't he? Oh, fuck. 

John scratched the back of his neck and goraned. He looked at Lestrade, the rest of the NSY officers and of course, the people (inlcuding the hostage taker) and apologised for the little argument he and Sherlock had. 

All of them nodded and accepted it (Why the heck did he even apologise?!). Everything went back to normal. And by normal, John meant that they commenced with the hostage taking and the negotiation.

"Go!" Lestrade shouted to John after a moment despite the situation that he was in. "Go and follow him. I'll just call you later/"

There were murmurs from the people but John could only care less. He, then, ran and did as he was told.

He followed Sherlock.