This is just a quick Sherlock drabble. I got bitten by the plot bunny while watching The Second Stain. Sherlock Holmes is not mine he belongs to Arthur Conan Doyle. I'm just borrowing him. And I also owe a huge debt of thanks to Jeremy Brett whose characterization of Sherlock Holmes is the best. One more disclaimer this all takes place inside Holmes' head.
Watson has taken my tea. Ignoring my glare of irritation. Heaven forbid that these high and mighty ministers see that I'm human too. Well as he and Mrs. Hudson scurry around and tidy up, I suppose I shall dress to receive the "guests".
As I listen to these men try to keep things from me my one thought is, how dare they! They expect me to drop the other parts of my life and find this paper that they have lost and save the world one more time. NO! I won't do it not if they won't tell me the truth.
