Sherlock had wanted a case for weeks now, but nothing seemed to be taking his fancy. It was mainly 'our dog has gone missing, we think the neighbours have stolen it as they now have a dog. Please help' that was not his problem he thought. He wanted something like a murder. But he knew that Mycroft would not approve of him craving a murder case. He had always wanted to try and be like Mycroft.
"Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson's voice rang out
"What!" he called back irritably
"John's here dear," she said clearly chirping up at the visit as much as Sherlock was "in you come" Sherlock could just about see the top of Johns head as he climbed the stairs.
"Hi, just thought I'd come see how you are" he said finally coming to a stop by his chair
"Uhh, bored so bored. Cannot find a decent case." Sherlock moaned as he got up
"Well have you been checking the inbox?" John asked. He knew full well that Sherlock hadn't but he asked any way.
"Well, I will go make some tea. John have a seat, he has been whining for days, something will turn up. Maybe even a nice murder." Mrs Hudson said as she toddled off. "If people heard the way we spoke in here, we would end up being suspects for lots of murders." John muttered.
The corners of Sherlocks mouth tugged up in a slight smile, it was true after all.
Just as she left the John got a text.
"Probably Mary checking where I am," he said as he took his phone out "Oh dear god, Sherlock. It's Molly, she needs help, quickly!"
Sherlocks eyes widened as they exchanged a look of terror