Hi Guys! This is my first Sherlock fanfiction and I'm still terrible at writing so excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes. Hope you like it :)
Tuesday 10:35 am
John Watson, a short, brave and kind man stood at the door of his home. 221B Baker street. He was carrying 3 plastic bags, each one filled with groceries. His struggled to lift his hand up and his slightly wrinkled fingers curled around the door handle. John shuffled into the flat and dumped the bags in the kitchen.
"Sherlock!" he called out. "I got the dead pig you wanted from the butchers. Sherlock?" No reply came. John wandered into Sherlock's room but he wasn't there. John let out an irritated sigh.
"He's such an ungrateful man. Probably out working on an unsolvable case now," John muttered to himself. He thought nothing more of it as he sat in his chair and grabbed a news paper from the coffee table.
Thursday 7:10 am
The pale sunlight seeping through the gab between the curtains woke John up. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. Then he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, stood up, stretched and slowly made his way to the kitchen. John boiled water and opened the cupboard to grab a mug, but ended up grabbing a jar of eyes. John cried out in disgust and dropped the jar, smashing it and spilling the eyes over the floor.
"Eyes, Sherlock! Eyes!" He shouted. "You are going to get in here and clean this up!" John stood there, face riddled with anger, waiting for Sherlock. When it became clear Sherlock was not getting up, John went to his room to get him. John stormed in.
"Sherlock. Did you even listen to..." John faltered. Sherlock still wasn't there. He hadn't returned home for a while now. A frown displayed itself on John's face. He twiddled his fingers and fumbled around in his pocket for his phone.
Where are you? I'm getting worried.
JW
He pressed send and took a deep breath. He knew Sherlock liked to go off on his own but he was never gone for this long without informing John. Where was he?
Friday 8:42 pm
John wriggled uncomfortably in his chair. Sherlock was still missing and hadn't texted back. Worried wasn't the word. No word could describe how agitated John felt. John's mind was filled with ideas as to where Sherlock was. Maybe he was just undercover for a case. Or maybe he had gotten kidnapped. Maybe he is being tortured at this very moment and no one is doing anything about it. Maybe he was... dead. Unexpected tears started to fall down John's cheek. No! John convinced himself to keep it together. He reached out for his phone and with a shaky hand, he called Lestrade. It went straight to voicemail. John sighed heavily and rolled his head back. He stayed like that for the longest time, just staring at the ceiling hoping Sherlock was safe.
"Please be okay," John whispered to no one but himself. God he missed Sherlock. He had never realized how much Sherlock meant to him till now. Minutes ticked by. John was getting more and more restless by the second. Soon John could no longer handle it and he stood up, grabbed his coat and marched out of his flat. He was going to find Sherlock and he was willing to do anything to make sure he was safe. Anything...
So there's the first Chapter for you all. Please leave a review and tell me what you think because your opinion means so much to me. :)