Chapter 1
It was seven o clock in the morning when the great Sherlock had awaken from his deep slumber from a warm comfortable bed to a cold frosty morning. he rose up to a sitting position yawning and stretching off his aching muscles before collapsing back into the sanctuary of the warm blankets that draped his body. The feeling was short lived by a muffled shout from the one and only Dr John Watson. "sherlock!", John shouted "it's time to get up". "We have to go soon!." He finished. "Five more minutes" Sherlock mumbled to himself pleadingly, but it didn't work because there was a squeak as the door opened, Sherlock squinted as the light temporerily blinded him and shielded his eyes. He could only just make out a sillouhette of a figure standing there. "Sherlock up, we have to go soon" it said sternly. Sherlock gave in and decided to get up, he knew he had to get up early. Today was the day he was going to America with a small team of Scotland Yard officers to help solve a case and he just couldn't turn it away.
Now excited by the thought Sherlock turned to get out of bed and made his way towards the living room to find john comfortably sat in his chair reading his morning paper. "morning John" Sherlock said whilst clumsily flopping down covering the majority of the couch. John peered from over the top of his paper and said "morning" with a yawn that indicated that he was also tired. Five minutes of an uncomfortable silence passed by and they both decided to have breakfast which consisted of some hot toast and an extra strong cup of coffee to ensure that they can both stay awake.
Once finished with breakfast John excused himself to go to the bathroom to freshen up and look presentable for when Mycrofts transport arrives to drop them off at the airport where they will meet with Lestrade and co. including Mycroft. In the meantime Sherlock busied himself with rinsing the cups and plates when he felt a cold shiver go up his spine, He turned around quickly and released his grip on the mug sending it to the floor smashing it to pieces. "damn it" Sherlock whispered holding a hand on the cold patch on his back. He bent down to pick up the pieces and and got a small shard stuck in his finger causing a tiny droplet of blood to trickle down his finger. Sherlock put it under the water and decided to track down a dustpan and brush and sweep it up.
Once all the broken shards where sweeped up and placed in the bin John emerged in the living room and made his way to the kitchen in hopes of making himself a fresh cup of tea. When John entered he found Sherlock crouched down sweeping something up. "What are you doing" John enquired startling the young detective who jumped back in surprise. He looked up to see John and sighed a sigh of relief "oh, John it's you, sorry what?. John looked at him surprised and repeated his question. "I said, what are you doing". Sherlock stood up straight and responded "I dropped a cup and had to sweep it up" Sherlock replied. "Are you finished in the bathroom?". "Yes" john replied "all yours".
When Sherlock left the kitchen to go and use the bathroom he quickly glanced at the clock, it read 8 o clock. They had an hour before transport arrived. Sherlock made his way to the bathroom and locked the door behind him and walked over to the sink and turned on the water and splashed his face with cold water. Sherlock dried of his face and turned to the cupboard next to the sink and retrieved his comb. When he turned to walk back to the sink he unexpectedly slipped on a patch of water and crashed into the sink and he heard a crack, when he reajusted he looked up and found the mirror broken.
John was in the living room when he heard the crash and walked towards the bathroom and knocked. "Sherlock are you alright?" he asked. he heard panting from the other side and asked again, then a reply came "im fine john, just slipped on some water" he sighed clutching the sink for dear life. He looked back up to the now broken mirror and got that feeling up his spine again and turned quickly on the spot to find nobody there and no open windows. he whispered to himself "whats going on".