Okay so this is an idea I have had, I will be updating my other Sherlock Story soon but this is just to see how this idea may be taken.
So hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock
John held his breath and walked through the door. It had been 6 weeks since Sherlock had found a case valued "interesting" and so for 6 weeks he had done nothing but leave body parts all over the flat and be rude to everyone. John knew from experience living with Sherlock what happened when he didn't have a case. Sherlock got bored, and that meant dangerous. He had heard the gunfire half way up the street, he braced himself.
"What the hell Sherlock?" John yelled at his flat mate. The wall had not one but several yellow faces on it, each with about twenty holes on them.
"I AM BORED!" Sherlock roared over the sound of gunfire as he continued to blow apart the wall. "I need something to do, something constructive, something interesting or else my brain will rot!" john sighed. Sherlock stopped firing.
"What?" he snapped.
"You could always do something normal you know." john walked across the room to the kitchen.
"Like what?" Sherlock turned to face the doctor, normal was not something he enjoyed.
"I don't know you could read a book, Mrs Hudson has got that murder…"
"I read the first two chapters and solved the murder. It was the gardener. It's obvious so why it takes some detective twenty chapters to figure that out I have no idea." He paused and leant forward against the back of the chair. he was ranting. "Oh wait of course I know... it's because they're all IDIOTS." With that Sherlock turned and started firing a face which looked extremely similar to Anderson. John sighed again.
"Do you have to…"
"BORED. BORED. BORED." Sherlock yelled.
This continued for about five minutes until Sherlock stopped suddenly.
"Mrs Hudson." He said his back to the door as their landlady entered the room. She walked into the flat and was followed by a man in a suit.
"Sherlock dear you have a visitor I…." she paused seeing the wall. "Oh Sherlock what have you done to my wall!" she waved her hands at it in frustration.
"The wall had it coming Mrs Hudson... now I suggest that you go back downstairs as your iron is about to burn a hole into your shirt." With that Sherlock walked Mrs Hudson back to the door, as she stared hopelessly at the wall. Sherlock shut it behind her.
"That was rude." John said disapprovingly.
"It's her favourite shirt." Sherlock stated. He turned to the man in the suit and let his mind work. Man was in early forties, married and happily the ring was clean, well-cared for he loves his wife. Smart suit, expensive so an important job in the city? Yes defiantly a briefcase in hand could be a banker… no a solicitor. Definitely a solicitor.
"Now," he said to him, "I am wondering what a solicitor is doing interrupting my target practice?"
"How did you…" the man started.
"Irrelevant, I am a genius, now what do you want?" he demanded.
"Well Mr Holmes I am here about your daughter." The man said, his words silencing the room, and with that Sherlock Holmes.
there you go, hope its okay.
Reviews always welcome.
Rach