Chapter 1: A Case
Okay, so this is basically my first go at a Sherlock fic. The Chapters are really short, because I originally wrote them on my phone (bad idea!), but hopefully I'll be updating frequently enough to get past that. I have two more chapters already, and I shall be updating sometime later in the week. I hope this isn't too horrific! ~FangirlAli
Ah, England. The land of tea. The home of the Queen. The country of politeness and gloriously mundane politics. And horrifically bad weather. Indeed, the skies were grey with the promise of an impending storm as Doctor John Watson walked briskly down Baker Street. His only protection against the incoming maelstrom was a simple jacket, which, for the fifth time that day, he wished he'd replaced a long time ago for one with a hood. But as he came closer to his destination, John decided, with more than a hint of smugness, that he had successfully escaped the rain that day, regardless of his jacket's capabilities. As he reached the familiar front door and the sky began to ripple with thunder, John Watson was glad he was home.
LLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEEEE
'Home early?' It wasn't a question, not really. Sherlock had most likely 'deduced' as to the reasons of his flatmate's early return from his shoes or something like that. That being said, John often felt it his responsibility to fill silences, so he answered him anyway.
'Yeah, uh, the surgery closed early today, 'cause of the new build. Which is also why I'm going to be home a lot more for the next two weeks.' As he spoke, John took of his coat and sat down at the desk in front of his laptop, and turned it on. 'Right...'Sherlock turned away from his set-up in the kitchen (it was based on the decay of eyeballs after death or something similar, but to John it was simply a lot more eyeballs in tea) and faced John.
'I don't suppose you'd fancy a field trip, would you?' Now that was a real question.
'Field trip...?' John said, surprised by his flatmate's request. Sherlock hesitated for a moment, as if debating internally, before speaking again.
'You see I - well, I found a case of... interest to me. It's outside of London, but not too far. I saw it in the papers, and nothing has come up over here so I thought... why not? You don't have to come, of course,' Sherlock said, as an afterthought. 'But where would I be without my blogger?' John considered for a while, before asking,
'What's the case?' Sherlock grinned in anticipation.
'You're coming, then?' As John looked out at the pouring rain, he gave the answer. 'I wouldn't miss it for the world.'
