There was another just as brilliant as Sherlock Holmes, and he knew this…he just never expected it to be a woman. Even less did he expect it to be a woman who could incite such delicious feelings to rush through his veins.
Chapter One: Something New
"I said: 'Could you hand me a pencil?'" Sherlock's gravelly voice caused John to jump as he entered the living-room.
John paused for a moment, confused. "Wh…when was this?"
"Oh," Sherlock paused. "About an hour ago."
John rolled his eyes "Didn't notice I'd gone out then…again."
"Apparently not…and could you stop doing that? I need things passed to me." Sherlock replied with an air of dexterity.
"Well, you also need groceries." John ranted.
"Which we now have plenty of, and then some, thanks to Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock stated; an inflection in his voice John couldn't quite pick as Sherlock caught the pencil John had thrown at him…without looking. "Now, do shut-up…oh, and hand me my phone."
John looked around half-heartedly. "Where is it?"
"With the bag of toes in the fridge I would imagine…I don't remember picking it up after placing them in there." Sherlock sighed and leant back into his armchair, deep in thought.
"Why…no, not even going to…" John trailed off as he took Sherlock's phone to him.
Sherlock jumped in the air as his phone buzzed in his hand, elated. "John, get your coat! We're needed!" he laughed wickedly. "The game is on!"
"What? Sherlock!" John yelled as he pulled his jacket on and raced down the stairs of 221B Baker Street. "Sherlock! What is it?!"
"Something new, John," Sherlock grinned as he hailed and slid gracefully into a cab. "Something fantastically new!"