HEEAAAYYY you :)
yeah, you!
welcome to my first eng(r)lish fanfiction evaaaaarrrr...
zSO here is how this is going to work:
1. I will give you a start(see down below)
2. you'll write in the reviews what desicions Sherlock is going to make(you can also write plot wishes. the one i like best will be used)
3. Sherlock will perform your decision
4. I'll write on with the plot
(- see step 1)
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine.. sadly-
Sherlock put another petri dish under his microscope.
After a few seconds he lifted his head again, sighing.
Nothing of this nonsense could cure his boredom right now.
John had gone to work.
His mind was eating itself.
Skull was not really helpful... as ever-
He took his mobile in his hand and started tapping.
John. -SH
No answer.
Ten minutes futher into boredom, his mobile started beeping.
What is it. -JW
Bored -SH
How sad for you -JW
You're not really helping... -SH
Do I look like I've got time for helping? -JW
I don't know...do you? -SH
No, I don't... look Sherlock, my break is over, unlike other certain persons, I've got work to do -JW
I'm going to be home in 3 hours -JW
Sherlock didn't answer to that one.
Instead he placed himslef on the couch and turned on the telly.
He didn't even pay attention to what was on.
His phone started ringing.
His head snapped up.
John?
Mycroft...maybe?
Oh, hopefully it was Lestrade with a new case.
He got up, took his phone and went to the kitchen, to make himslef some tea.
Hm...his phone ringed already longer than 8 seconds.
That excluded John.
So it was either Lestrade with a case or Mycroft.
Another 2 seconds.
Excluded Mycroft with a not so pressing matter. He didn't even text, even thought he knew, Sherlock would rather read that, then accept a call.
LESTRADE!
"GOD! I was hoping you would call!"
"Oh... since when are you so happy, when I call, Sherlie...",cooed the familiar Irish voice of our favourite psychopath.
"Oh, I thought it would be someone with a more... pressing matter..."
"Since when am I a not pressing matter? Oh, honey, I wasn't calling for talking around the point. You're bored aren't you-", he stated matter-of-factly.
"Would you care if I were?"
"Would I... mmmmhhh... care yes..truly... probably not-", he grinned into the phone.
"Great, then. Why are you calling?"
"To entertain you."
"How."
"I've got a new game for you. It's called: Get the Sherly!"
"Mhhh", he murmured courisly.
" Wanna find out more about it?... Ohhh don't answer. I know you do."
"A car will be waiting for you outside in 20 minutes. Get in..."
"Why should I?"
Sherlock doesn't get an answer- the lines dead.
Is he supposed to go- or not?
Well, folks is he? Or not?
Write your opinion in the reviews and next week the next chapter will be up to you
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