It was a rainy afternoon, which would have usually caused Sherlock Holmes to become unbearably bored but, fortunately, he was working on a case that didn't require him to go outside. Though John usually helped him, he was tired at looking at this so-called evidence which was two tissues, a wooden bat and a jar of marmalade. According to Sherlock this was the most important evidence they had received, John had rolled his eyes and proceeded to watch the tele.
As John watched poorly directed re-runs of a silly sit-com a funny thought creeped into his head that made him smile which, when he thought it over again, really isn't an appropriate thing to smile at He glanced over at Sherlock a few times as he thought of it; his smile was smug which bothered Sherlock to see that smile on any face but his own.
"What is it?" Sherlock finally asked unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
"It's really not a thing I should be smiling at but I was just thinking how I was right" John replied leaning back in his chair.
"Right? Right about what, what were you right about?" Sherlock was growing impatient, he was normally a very patient man but this was beginning to bother him.
"In a study in pink" stated John, Sherlock rolled his eyes at the name but didn't stop John as he continued to explain "When you convinced me we had to run after that cab and you took us through every street in London"
"Hardly" scoffed Sherlock.
"Anyway remember before that when I told you I had gotten the cab number and you blew me off" said John his smile growing smug again, Sherlock nodded "Well in retrospect the cab number was exactly what we needed to catch the killer, so I was right"
"But John how could I have possibly known we were looking for a cabby, your so called 'Rightness' is invalid" said Sherlock
"Hang on, I thought you were supposed to be clever, don't you think a really clever person would have taken my advice and found out about the cabby" John said playfully.
"Don't push me John" threatened Sherlock.
"I'm just saying, I was right" John smiled at Sherlock, Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?" asked John.
"Anywhere but here" Sherlock seethed, he grabbed his coat as he left the room.
"While you're out can you pick up some milk" called John, he heard the door to outside being swung open much more forcefully than need be "The right kind this time"
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