Chimes of Death
John and Sherlock were walking in the park when it started. It was around 9 in the evening when dozens of police alarms started blaring. Instinctively and unconsciously, John ducked and covered his ears. Sound. That part of the war never left him, even though years had distanced him from the event.
"A murder!" Sherlock exclaimed as he clapped his hands. "Wonderful!"
"Wonderful?" John questioned. "And how do you know it was a murder? The alarms- "
"Oh John, I can just feel it! Can't you?"
The doctor looked at him as if he were crazy- which everyone thought he was.
"Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be SO boring!" Then he took off running and his assistant followed reluctantly.
As they were running, Sherlock's phone rang, he answered it without stopping.
"Sherlock Holmes. Yes, I know it's a murder. Reichenbach Way. Got it. Be there in a flash." He hung up his phone and shoved it into his pocket.
"Who was that?"
"Who do you think?" When John didn't answer, he sighed and said, "Mycroft."
The rest of the journey to the crime scene was silent.