Book 1- In Whose Eyes
Book 2 - Watching Over Each Other (Can be read alone).
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Chapter 1
Panting heavily, Sherlock and John collapsed against the brick building, laughing heartily at their success. They just finished chasing the four suspects down the back alleys around Cardiff, right into the waiting arms of the stunned group of clueless Scotland Yard officers. It was barely a four, in fact, Sherlock solved it on the travel to Cardiff. The suspects decided to flee which made this case more tedious than necessary. "Ugh! People have no consideration, do they?" Sherlock wondered. It was a simple "robbery gone wrong so becoming murders was called in", too dull for the consulting detectives liking, but it gave him something to with that vast intellect too unworthy of letting it rot.
"We're not supposed to be laughing Sherlock! This is a crime scene…." John shot at Sherlock who was slightly swaying from side to side from laughing so hard. The running was a welcomed sense of exhaustion, John enjoyed running. It felt good to feel the heart beat fast and muscles work hard. Coldness surrounded his head taking in the wall's cold.
"Hmmmm, delightful day. Got a bit of exercise and closed the case," John mused and was rudely interrupted with his flatmate's loud interjection.
Sherlock retorted, "You're one to speak John! Look at yourself! Laughing so hard you can barely catch your breath!"
"I know, I know. They were morons, you know…thinking that they could have gotten away; guess they didn't think we could keep up with them." John winced in pain from laughing too hard.
"It was very unintelligent of them, highly illogical. With my long strides and your military training they didn't stand a chance of getting away in the darkness. That, and the only way out of this maze is to turn right, then left after passing the back door to the warehouse, and then right after the second door, but they chose to keep running straight. Idiots!"
"Yes they're idiots, Sherlock. Of course, by your definition, almost the entirety of London is an idiot. Not everyone has the layout of the entire city in their heads." Ignoring Sherlock's feeble protests, he added, "The case is done. Let's go. Lestrade is giving us a lift back to London. I'm shattered"
"Fine," Sherlock huffed as he pushed against the wall to stand up. Suddenly his balance was compromised, and his vision began to spin.
What's wrong with my sight? Did John notice my momentary lapse in balance? Surely not, it was very brief. I must have stood up too fast. This rarely happens. Maybe I should eat? When did I last eat? Ah yes. Two days ago, I had a light lunch in a café just after we arrived in Cardiff. I'm sure John is hungry. He hasn't eaten anything since this morning save for four small digestives and two cups of lukewarm tea. It's a wonder he didn't pestered for food during midday, he usually does. This feeling is unsettling, I never feel ill. I'm sure some food will stave it off for a while. Is this what starvation feels like, loss of body functions? Well,I suppose some food wouldn't slow down my brain too much. I did just solve a case, so I can actually eat if I wanted to."
"Lestrade! John is hungry. He needs to eat; I'm assuming you must also. Let's stop at the café before we go home. it's a long ride. A hungry John doesn't bode well for a travelling companion. He gets in those dreadfully sour moods. Quite awful really, goes off on these rants complaining about anything that pops into his simple brain." Sherlock barked at Lestrade, who was chatting quietly to Donovan, startling the two.
"Who said I was hungry!" John chimed in, "Sherlock don't put words in my mouth, but yes I am actually starving."
"I thought I'd never hear the Great Sherlock Holmes ask for food," Lestrade commented sarcastically with a cheeky grin, "If I didn't know better, I would think you were hungry. You won't admit it, but I can tell you're starving. Look at how pale you are! I'm surprised you have enough energy to stand, much less run after criminals."
"Of course I need food! Don't be ridiculous Lestrade! Just because I don't eat regularly like you simple-minded people doesn't mean I never eat at all. I would starve to death! Boring. But it's a waste of time—eating—it slows down the brain's ability to process information." Sherlock spat back at the detective inspector still wearing his cheeky grin.
"Alright! Hurry up and get in the car!" the inspector shouted at the NYS officers, "Let's go! We're done here, paperwork can wait until we reach Scotland Yard."
The duration of the whole ride back to London, Sherlock sank into his Mind Palace turning the series of events over and over in his head. For some reason, his loss of balance and spinning vision kept nagging his brain.
"Maybe it's a signal of something I should remember," Sherlock wondered gazing out the window, "I never forget anything that is important, so why is this sensation not leaving me? I don't like it a bit. Not at all."
A-N: This is the beginning. I hope you liked the start, any comments would be lovely. I do continue to rewrite and add more to this chapter because it needs a lot of work now that I am more skilled in handlin and know how to fix it.
The later chapters are written much better. Enjoy the rest of the story! (Added post-chapter 26).