John ran around the corner after Sherlock, panting and jumping boxes and sticks in the alleyway. The street was a dead end, nothing but some garbage bags from the back of the old Mexican restaurant. This was it. They were going to get beat up, in an alleyway behind Tipo's Tacos.
'Well, it's been nice knowing you' John said sarcastically, 'maybe if you weren't such an insufferable know it all we wouldn't be in this mess. Sometimes you need to just sit down, and keep, your mouth, shut!'
'John what is the point of that, I was simply telling them the truth and stating the facts, it's not my fault he happened to be a psychopath.'
John balled his hands into fists, maybe he would beat Sherlock up before the others could.
'Oh really? REALLY? It's not your fault he happened to be a psychopath? REALLY? Sherlock started to look a little worried as Johns face grew red.
'You're the bloody one who told him that he should stop robbing service stations before someone caught onto him, that it wasn't his fault his wife left with everything he owned including his children and his two ducks! Now he's chasing after us, god knows what he wants to do to us and it IS in fact ENTIRELY your fault!' John threw a punch into one of the garbage bags and it gave a frightened yelp.
Sherlock and John looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces, they looked behind them, only to see the service station thief that had been chasing them run straight past. They gave a relieved sigh and turned back to the bag. They started to inch closer and closer, moving so hesitantly that they jumped when a mouse scurried by. Just as they were about to open the bag and peak in it started rustling and a head popped out. A fluffy, dirty, adorable little head.
Johns expression became happier and he crouched down to talk to the little guy.
'Come here boy! Oh your so cute! Sherlock he's just like one of the dogs we used to have with us at the hospital, he was a bomb sniffer dog. Sherlock can we keep him please?'
'Why on earth would a dog benefit us in anyway?'
John could tell that Sherlock was not keen on the idea of having a dog at all and he thought the dog could tell to, because just as Sherlock was about to walk away the dog jumped out of the bag, trotted over to Sherlock and plonked himself at his feet, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. He looked up at Sherlock and gave him the cutest little doggie smile. John started nawing over how cute the dog was and fussing about a name.
'Would it really make you happy if we kept the dog?' Sherlock asked, looking at John. He looked so happy, Sherlock would feel like the worst person in the world if he said no to John. He could tell how much he wanted to keep him.
'It would Sherlock it really would, Bomber! We can call him bomber, Bombie for short'
Sherlock looked at John and smiled, he was on the ground rubbing Bombers tummy and barking at him. 'Well come on then Bombie,' started Sherlock, 'It's time to go home.' John looked at Sherlock and squealed, 'THANKYOU SHERLOCK'
Sherlock let out a satisfied laugh as John walked over to him, grabbed his hand and walked home with Bomber by their side.
