"Mr. Holmes! Over here!" a news anchor yelled.
"John, can't you do something? The flashing is effecting the way my deductions come out."
"No, Sherlock. You are a grown man who can and should do stuff for himself," John limped forwards a bit, ignoring the unfortunate glare Sherlock was giving him.
Sherlock grunts, "Fine." He screams at the top of his lungs, but the news anchor just came closer and continuously asked the same questions, over and over again.
"Sherlock! What was that for? Did you intend to go on a date with Doctor Watson? How about that Mary girl? Do you love anyone? Who i-" the news anchor was pestering him. SHerlock decided to just start running, but the anchor was close behind him. "Sherlock! Why are you running? Is it because I smell bad? Or is it because you are afraid of the camera? Are you camera shy, Mr. Holmes?"
"Shut up, ms.-"
"Paula, my name is Sally Paula."
"Okay, thank you Mrs. Paula. Now just shut up, okay? You folk are just such twits." He yells at her then mutters under his breath. Sherlock runs to catch up with John, who was far up ahead.
"Mister Holmes!"
"SHUT UP YOU NINNY!" he yells at Sally, who is desperately trying to catch up to him in heels.
"Wow, I never knew that you had it in yourself to do that." John smiles.
"Well, I surely don't like doing it. But-" His sentence was interrupted by a strange sound, a wooshing sound came from around the corner.
"John?" Sherlock gave him a puzzled look.
"I have no idea, want to go check it out?" John gave Sherlock a look that read, 'It might be interesting, you never know though.'
"Let's do it!" They both ran around the corner, behind them, Sally was running out of breath.