Hey :) I'm a very new writer, but I've completely fallen in love with BBC Sherlock, and after spending a long time fangirling over other people's fics, I'm now giving this whole 'writing' thing a go. The chapters are quite short, so please bear with me. I'd love for you to read and review, and -hopefully- enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters (which is a shame)
Irrational
"John! John we're going out!"
Sherlock strode across the flat, calling aloud while he knotted his scarf around his neck. He slowed, noting the silence of the flat, and made a conclusion: John had gone out. He frowned, digging his mobile from his pocket. He wished John wouldn't just leave like that, when there could be cases to solve or deductions to make, although - come to think of it -John may have said something earlier, while he was thinking, and had simply not been heard. Sherlock could picture John shaking his head in amusement at the unmoving form, and stomping out of the flat. Sherlock began the text as he left the flat, pulling the door shut behind him.
It had been 13 minutes and about 27 seconds since he had texted, and still no reply from John. John would usually reply within about 7 minutes when he was at work, after feeling the vibration in his pocket and deciding to focus on his work, then wanting to just see what his flatmate needed. Sherlock knew this, and frowned at the unidentified victim lying before him. If John wasn't replying, he was either in trouble or had something more important, which must mean he's -ah- with Sarah. Busy. Lestrade shuffled uncomfortably behind him, cleared his throat to speak;
"any ideas then, Sherlock?"
Sherlock straightened up, putting thoughts of his Blogger out of his mind. "Quite a few. He's obviously from Oxford, but staying with his-" Sherlock shifted the man's foot to show Lestrade the bare ankle,
"- brother."
"Obviously." Lestrade muttered, and?
Sherlock smirked. "He works as a secondary school teacher, he was married but now divorced with one son, who lives with the mother but spends time with him. He was heading back from the library - English teacher then - and was attacked by a shorter man from behind. His brother, I'd say."
He turned to leave, satisfied.
"Hold on," said Lestrade, "how do you know all this?"
Sherlock faced the body again and took a breath.
So... not too bad I hope? Thank you for reading, please review for me (I'll love you forever) :) next chapter up soon!