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Disclaimer: Is Johnlock a thing yet? Is Mycroft cuddly? Has John kissed Sherlock? Then why would you assume I own Sherlock?
Sherlock was bored. No, cross that — he was BORED! Obviously, the poor wall had to bear most of the brunt of this misfortune, but John wasn't faring any better. Experiments he could put up with, rudeness he could bear, hell, he even put up with the damn skull! But even he couldn't stretch his inhuman patience( yes, he was very patient, thank you very much) to include a bored Sherlock.
That morning, Sherlock had ordered him to make tea, and promptly snapped at him for "not making the tea like tea". Then he had gone to borrow a few fingers from Molly, and reduced her to tears. He had smoked about a dozen cigarettes, and was wearing three nicotine patches( it would have been five if John hadn't been an army doctor). At the moment, John was pretty sure that nothing short of violence was going to keep Sherlock from cocaine. Mentally, he prayed to all the non-existent deities to bring Sherlock a case.
" John!", came the shout.
"Yes, Sherlock?"
"Give me your gun."
John smiled smugly. It wasn't often that scored one over the detective.
"Stop looking so smug and give it to me!", Sherlock sounded exasperated.
" Definitely not. The poor wall needs no more torture, and our rent needs no more additions."
"BORED!"
"Cluedo?"
Sherlock looked at John with the are-you-serious glare.
"Okay, fine. I am calling up Greg, and I hope for God's sake that he has a case."
The conversation with Greg left him considerably more cheerful. "Young lady commited suicide her room, room was locked from inside, and she had shot herself. But the gun is missing. Want to take it?"
Sherlock looked at him with an inscrutable look in his eyes. Then suddenly they lit up in realization.
"Come on, then. The game is on!"
"Sherlock?", John was worried. " You were looking at me weirdly. Care to explain why?"
"Not now, John. We have a case!"
And John was left trying to keep up with the long-legged consulting detective.
