A/N I do Not own either story. Sherlock Holmes is not fictional. please review.
"Oh my GOOOOOOOD I'm bored!" Sherlock screamed jumping to his feet.
"ahh" John fell out of the chair he had been sitting, sorry, sleeping in for the last hour and lay sprawled on the floor. "My dear lord Sherlock you almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Oh don't over exaggerate Watson!" Sherlock said critically as he paced back and forth between the tele and the book case. "I can't stand this boredom! How can you just sit there for hours on end? I need mind work! I need something! I need a case!" He waved his arms in the most fanatic way and stomped out of the door.
"I live with a bloody mad man…" Watson pulled himself back onto the chair and closed his eyes again.
"Aren't you coming?" Watson opened one of his eyes. Sherlock's head was poking around the corner with the most devious grin. "Come on, don't be a boring old chap"
"Well if you put it that way I guess I have to come."
A/N so this is a really short chapter, sorry its too late to write more tonight. I will improve on my length next chapter.