Okay, so I'm going to try and do a story every two days. But I'm busy at school so I may miss a chapter. If this happens I will update two stories on the next post. And please give me feedback. I write better with reviews. ;)
Chapter 1
Sherlock Holmes was staring at the wall. Not that he was saying it wasn't a nice wall (The bullet holes gave it a kind of character you could only get from being assaulted by a jaded genius) but John had never seen Sherlock wait patiently for so long. John didn't think he was ruminating anything of purpose- that usually involved a lot more arm waving.
"Erm… what are you doing?"
As if it wasn't obvious, "I'm waiting, John"
"Er… Right. Okay… Are you- are you waiting for anything in particular?"
Sherlock swung his head round to glare at his flatmate, "Yes John. I'm waiting for someone in particular." He sighed, his gaze returning to the wall.
John sniffed the air, "No need to be so patronising."
"Did you say something?"
John sniffed again. What was that smell? Could it be-? No. It couldn't be. Really?
Walking towards the laboratory cum kitchen John glanced around trying to find the source of the smell, "So this person. Is it about the case?"
Sherlock smirked- the only expression he seemed capable of, "What case?"
John opened the fridge, "The bleached soldier." Not in there.
"It could be; I texted her. Said something about a Mr Emsworth. You'll need to look into that."
By now, John had looked through all the cupboards. What on earth was it? Turning, the smoking tray caught his eye, "What. On. Earth. Is. That."
"It's a present! It's for- here she is now!"
John stared at him. Sherlock Holmes giving someone a present?
"You intend to give them that?"
Thanks for reading. :) - ριяяιρ