Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, Inception or any of the characters
This is my first fanfiction, I will update as often as I can and please review.
*dot*
"John, I'm bored!" Sherlock announced with frustration.
"Sherlock, we've been walking for 5 minutes and you're already complaining, it's not far away." John replied with a sense of annoyance.
Sherlock frowned but they continued to walk along the darkened road. The sky was full of grey clouds and a sharp wind blew through the air, Sherlock's coat blew back in the wind and John clutched his jacket tighter as the atmosphere got colder. Hardly anyone was around on this small country road and it was only a short walk to the address Lestrade had given them, yet the road seemed to get longer as Sherlock got more fed up, but eventually they reached the house they had been searching for.
"Why is Lestrade forcing us here?"Sherlock questioned.
"He said we were here to meet someone to do with the latest case, can you not trust him for once Sherlock?"
"I trust the man, I just don't trust his friends." Sherlock replied putting emphasis on the word friends while John rolled his eyes. They walked up the pebble path to the red door of the house and John rang the doorbell."Be nice." He said to Sherlock causing Sherlock to give him an insulting look.
The door opened and a tall man in a perfect black suit swiftly opened the door so it hit the wall with a sudden bang, causing John to jump and a puzzled look to appear on Sherlock's face "Hello Mr. Holmes, and I see you have brought your friend ." said the man now pointing a gun at their heads. "I hoped you'd come early, but I guess I can't expect too much from the great Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock gave the mysterious man a small smile and asked politely if he would care to move the gun away from his head, "Oh I'm afraid I can't do that , that would give you time to run away and that's not what I want is it?"the man said in a threatening tone. "By all means come inside." The angry man informed them that they should wait on the couch until he could contact his boss. So Sherlock and John agreed to ensure they wouldn't be killed.
"Well this is all quite fun." John said in a sarcastic tone.
"It better then sitting in the apartment I'll give you that." Sherlock answered.
The man lead them to a small room, with one sofa at the side. It was dull and various pieces of junk cluttered the floor.
"Do you think we'll live?" John asked getting more nervous.
"Who cares this in interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed
"Well.." John said expectantly.
"Well what?"
"Well aren't you going to deduce him, tell me what he he had for breakfast four Monday's ago."
"Oh come on John I know my deductions annoy you!" Sherlock's deductions had always baffled John.
At this point, Sherlock stood up very suddenly and wandered to the large window at the front of the messy room. "Sherlock what's wrong?" John asked in a concerned way.
"Don't you see that outside?"
"See what Sherlock?" John was getting extremely exasperated with Sherlock's outbursts.
"Outside there's a..." Before Sherlock could finish his sentence he collapsed onto the hard grey floor. "Sherlock!"John shouted in alarm. He ran over to him but Sherlock wasn't waking up, panicking, John ran to find the mysterious gunman and planned to confront him on what he had done to his best friend Sherlock Holmes.
*dot*
Sorry this chapter isn't very long, the next chapter will be longer, hope you liked it :)