That is a stupid law
Author's note: This is in fact a real British Law found on many different sources. Look it up if you don't believe me! Enjoy
John woke to a phone call from Scotland Yard.
"Hello Lestrade, what is it?" he asked groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and yawning deeply.
"Ah John, sorry for waking you but Sherlock has got himself arrested and wants you to come and get him." Lestrade at this point burst into laughter and made no attempt to stop. John knew that any time Sherlock got in trouble the Yarders had a good laugh.
"What for this time, Lestrade?" asked John. Doing something dangerous or burglary were the two that came to mind for John but Lestrade's reply was not what he had been expecting.
"He….he has been arrested for impersonating a Chelsea pensioner on one of his cases…"Lestrade managed before once again succumbing to hysterics. John began to laugh too. Surely the DI was making this up. There was no way Sherlock could have been arrested for dressing up. People did it all the time. Nevertheless, John made his way to the police station to find out what had happened. When he got there he was directed to where Sherlock was being held. When John rounded the corner Sherlock did not look at all impressed. In fact he looked like he was about to kill Lestrade who was now taking pictures of Sherlock's outfit.
"Ah John there you are. Please take me away from these idiots. They have no grounds whatsoever to hold me on and they ruined my chance to catch the killer in the Stevenson case." Sherlock was fuming but Lestrade directed John's attention to a book of laws on his desk. Sure enough John found highlighted in bright yellow the law which stated that it was illegal to impersonate a Chelsea Pensioner.
"I'm afraid they have you Sherlock, it is a real law." John stated in a matter of fact tone before collapsing into giggles which once again set Lestrade off.
"Do you know Lestrade; I might leave this one to Mycroft to handle. I'm sure the elder Holmes will not be happy to find his brother in jail over such an important law in British Society." With this John walked off but Sherlock called him back. There was a look of pleading in his eyes.
"Please, John, please do not let Mycroft get wind of this…I'd never hear the end of it." John had never heard Sherlock sound so pathetic. It was too much for John to take and he giggled again. However, he bailed Sherlock and put him out of his misery. Not before sending a quick text to Mycroft in badness. He didn't want to let Sherlock away with this completely. This was a golden opportunity and he wasn't going to let it pass him by.
There was silence in the cab on the way home until they turned into Baker St. Sherlock got out of the cab and went straight upstairs to find Mycroft sitting on the sofa. Sherlock glared at John who quickly escaped to his room from where he heard the brothers talk. The last thing John heard before Sherlock kicked Mycroft out was Sherlock roaring
"Well dear brother it's not my fault I got arrested! That is a STUPID LAW!"
With that the door downstairs slammed shut and Sherlock came bounding up the stairs and headed for John's room. He quickly locked said door to keep Sherlock out and so Sherlock simply stated that he would get John back for this and he would very much regret texting his brother. At that present time John was not worried as he found himself collapsing on the ground in fits of hysterics.
Today, John thought to himself, had been a good day!