This is a story I am entering for the Let's Write Sherlock contest on tumblr. I will probably continue the story in the future, but it is not a major priority for now...
The ride back to 221B had been tense to say the least. The silence was almost palpable, Sherlock stared out the window the entire time. It was raining, and late, and I just wanted to go to sleep. We had been working on the case for nearly a week and I had only gotten about three hours of sleep total. Sherlock seemed unfazed, but I could tell he was on his last legs, just another benefit of living with him so long. It had been nearly three years since I first met the man in the lab of St. Barts. We had solved so many cases together, I couldn't even begin to count them. Although, the case we had just solved, the one we were driving away from, had been by far the most disastrous.
Three armed bodyguards had ambushed us in an alleyway, there was no way we were going to escape, and my revolver wasn't much help either. I don't really remember what happened after that, I must have blacked out, or it was the adrenaline that blurred my memory. That happened a lot, I would remember later, so I wasn't worried.
I was flicked out of my thoughts when the door to the taxi slammed and I realized we had arrived and that Sherlock was already unlocking the door to our flat. I hastened to get out of the taxi and ducked my head as the rain beat down on my shoulders in a torrent of tension and emotion. I almost always felt like this when we solved a case. We stepped into the living room of our shared flat and I hung my coat in its usual spot near the door. Sherlock was huddled on the couch, I could see the box of nicotine patches and new it would be a long night for him.
"I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning, promise me you'll get some sleep?" I said, attempting to grab his attention. All I received was a grunt, which was all I would get. I headed up to my room and settled down for the night, hoping my adrenaline rush would subside so I could get some decent sleep.
I had no such luck, and got up in the morning even more tired than before. Sherlock was nowhere to be seen when I finally walked down the stairs. I shrugged it off and assumed he was in his room. It was a good ten hours later that I realized he was missing.
So, what do you think? Review please! Sorry it's so short!