He glared reproachfully at the pile of dishes stacked up in the sink. He hadn't put them there, John had; he had been quite content to leave them abandoned on random surfaces across his flat – the growth rate of mould really was fascinating. He grimaced as his delicate hands were regretfully submerged into the murky water, his face contorted into a look of disgust, careful not to get any contaminating splashes on his freshly pressed suit; he should have worn gloves or perhaps a full-on body suit he always saw those idiot police wear at crime scenes – he'd always known they must have a more practical use. He couldn't help think how dull this task was and how other people's lives must be so completely mundane for them to waste their time doing this.
Wait! Wasting time – that was it! The time delay must have been on purpose. That was the clue he'd been missing; it made sense now.
He flung down the tea towel and dashed out the house, grabbing his coat on the way; the washing up could wait – he had a case to solve.
A/N: Just a little drabble-thing I wrote in English earlier today. We were asked to write a description of a detective doing the washing up so obviously I had to write it about Sherlock =)
Hope you liked it x