Prologue
Sherlock was too busy with work...
The doctor had never considered himself a jealous man, but with corpses and shoe prints getting more attention than him from Sherlock, he had begun to think of ways to get the detective to notice him. He had tried feigning falling down the stairs, but only Mrs. Hudson noticed. He would make Sherlock tea, but he would never drink it. The man only sat in his chair and pondered on case after case after case.
So John decided that enough was enough, and made a plan to get his attention for sure.
John Watson felt no guilt. He had gone into the jewelry shop right as it was closing, and had been sure to keep the collar of his turtleneck up around his cheeks. The hat and sunglasses had finished hiding his face as he calmly put a gun on the counter and told the last employee of the night what to do.
The young man was, as hoped for, frightened by the obvious threat of "or else". He did as was instructed and brought John the large sapphire and ruby necklace, the prize of the shop's collection.
He had picked up his gun, walked out of the shop, and got into one cab, and going several miles east, leaving the hat and the necklace in the car. He then walked a mile north, and got a cab to four streets from Baker Street, John began walking back to 221B.
If Sherlock was too busy with work... then John would simply have to become his work...