The Blind Experiment
John was sitting in his chair, fooling with his phone in the dusty worn down living room that he shared with his flat mate and friend Sherlock Holmes. He allowed his gaze to slide over the bright yellow smiley face marked with bullet holes which was on the wall and sighed. It had been a week since they last had a case, and Sherlock had been getting antsy. He wondered how long it would be before the wall took another beating. He had hidden his pistol yesterday in a place he knew Sherlock would not likely venture, the laundry basket, but he also knew that it would be a matter of time until he became desperate enough to figure out where he had put it. John looked back to his phone as Sherlock's door slammed open. 'Here we go' he thought to himself.
Sherlock came stumbling down the hallway with a light blue tie wrapped around his eyes, tripping over books which had been haphazardly thrown on the ground. John watched in disbelief as Sherlock groped and tripped his way to find his chair, almost knocking over his precious skull which sat upon the mantle place.
"What the hell, are you doing?" John asked with incredulity.
"An experiment John! An experiment. It's far more interesting than playing that boring candy crush game which you are wasting your time with." He replied boredly.
John looked down at his phone, he had been playing candy crush, but with his friend not having his all-seeing eyes available, he wondered how he could possibly know. "How?" He asked Sherlock, shaking his head.
"I can hear the slightest brush of your thumb on the screen." He said with an air of regality.
"No. No you can't." John said becoming annoyed.
Sherlock sighed. "Fine. It was a guess. You're addicted to that game. If you are going to become addicted to something at least make it interesting, john."
John rolled his eyes and stood up. "A guess? I thought that you deplored guesses." He told his friend as he walked over to the table to turn on his computer. He needed to find another case or else Sherlock would kill himself trying to navigate the maze of items which littered their flat.
Sherlock growled. "It was not truly a guess John. More of a hypothesis. And I was right." He brought his long legs up to his chest and sat his head upon them, steepling his fingers by his face. "This ocular deprivation is harder than I would have thought. My other senses should be heightened, however I feel like a soldier without his gun. Speaking of which John, I noticed that it's missing."
John snorted. "Yeah it's gone. You don't need to be taking your boredom out on the wall." He said, shutting his laptop. There weren't any new cases. He stood up and walked to the bathroom quietly as Sherlock rambled on about how the wall had it coming. John dug through the laundry and pulled out his gun then quietly picked up his coat and exited the flat without his flat mate knowing.
Mrs. Hudson walked out of her flat with a tray that contained tea and biscuits at the same time that John exited his. John picked up a biscuit and took a drink of tea then said "Might not want to go up there, Mrs. Hudson. He's conducting an experiment."
"Oh dear." She said shaking her head "He's not going to set anything on fire or blow up the house is he?" She asked looking nervously up to the room.
"I don't think so." John said and shrugged. "He quite handicapped at the moment. Has a tie around his eyes. Claiming he's experimenting with blindness." John laughed and patted his jacket pocket. "Not to worry though, I nicked the gun. No gun shots for today." John smiled and walked out the door. He had to show Lestrade the picture he had taken of Sherlock with a tie wrapped around his head.