AN: This was just an idea me and my friend had, we went on a random word generator and each got four words and had to write a fic about it. Mine were: food, process, attractive and Zapster.
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Sherlock was Bored
Sherlock was bored. Pretending to be dead was hard; there were no crimes for him to solve – well with the police knowing and finally capturing the right criminal.
'Honestly,' He thought, 'you can tell from the stripes on his tie and turned up jeans that he was completely innocent! They're all blind. It's not like it's a hard process to look at all the facts to come up with the right solution.'
He sighed and looked around the room. It wasn't home; well in fact it was, but only for that night anyway. Looking back he realised that he really missed the companionship of John. Sure, when John was around he took him for granted – mainly sending him on errands and wanting a pen in his pocket – in fact, most of the time Sherlock barely noticed the attractive ex-soldier, but in the dreary, damp apartment with nothing to do his absence was screaming at him, echoing off of the dried mould infested walls.
To take his mind off of his past life Sherlock looked at the paper. Another crime had been committed, normally this would have Sherlock jumping up and down for joy but he didn't, he knew now he wouldn't be involved – so what was the point?
The case was simple enough: an unknown subject was walking down the streets in broad daylight electrocuting women between the ages of 20 and 25 with a stun-gun – at such a high voltage the women were dead within seconds of coming into contact with it. The 'Zapster' – dubbed by the press – had killed another woman.
"Obliviously it's a food vender," Sherlock suspected, "There's one at every crime scene. I suspect that due to the position of the right han-'' Sherlock stopped talking; no-one was listening after all.
He wouldn't be solving the case, and neither would the police judging by their current record of capturing the true criminal.
The food vender would be free.
'Heck, he already is.' Sherlock mused, 'Freer than me.'
Sherlock was trapped. He was brilliant, so fantastic and what he did, better than anyone else, yet he was 'dead'. Or at least he might as well be. But above all Sherlock was bored.
The End
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