Chapter 1
„Your order, Sir."
A big, steaming pizza was placed right under John Watson's nose.
John glanced at his watch.
Really, damn this man. He was already half an hour late and there was no sign of him at all.
John sighed. Considering his situation he decided, it would be best to eat now or else his pizza would get cold and he felt like he was starving.
"Thinking about your date from last night?"
Sherlock gave him an inquiring look.
"What?" John didn't understand.
"You had a date last night which wasn't successful and that's probably why you sighed just now.", Sherlock stated with confidence.
"Sherlock, that isn't the problem!" Watson got angrier with every word.
"Oh, so you got a problem? Interesting, tell me more about it?"
"The problem is that you are half an hour late, Sherlock!", Watson yelled.
All the guests in the restaurant had turned their heads to watch Sherlock and Watson.
"Where were you anyway?"
"I was buying new fiddlestrings at Bond Street. I really want to play the violin today. Maybe Bach?" Sherlock's thoughts were drifting away. He was staring at the ceiling absentmindedly. He noticed the victorian flower pattern made of moulding.
"Sherlock! Are you listening to me at all?" Watson barely managed to not grab him by his collar and shake him.
The waiter appeared.
"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I think it would be best if you leave now."
"Come on, John. I think, Mrs. Hudson ist waiting for us already."
"Yeah, whatever.", Watson mumbled grumpily. There was no use telling Sherlock his opinion.
The next morning, John was already at the kitchen preparing breakfast.
Right when the bread jumped out of the toaster, Sherlock descended the stairs.
Sherlock ruffled through his hair and yawned loudly.
"John, you're already up?"
"Pardon me, Sherlock, but it's already 10 am." John glanced at him suspiciously.
"I think I'm going to bed again. Still to early for me when there is not even one case waiting to be solved by me." One wouldn't believe the messy guy in the pyjama was the famous Sherlock Holmes.
John sighed. He was sighing a lot these days. Really unusual for him.
So, breakfast alone.
Boring…
Just about when he grabbed the newspaper, Sherlocks mobile phone was ringing.
"Sherlock, you got a message!", John yelled in the direction of Sherlock's room.
"Answer it for me. I'm busy!"
"It's Lestrade. Seems he got a new case."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Sherlock nearly fell off the stairs while running in the kitchen.
The message was:
"Found a dead man in Bath. Looks like murder. Please come to the crime scene as soon as possible. We need your advice on this. Lestrade."
"Seems we're going to Bath today, John. While I change into my clothes, you check the train departures from Paddington to Bath."
"Excuse me, Sherlock, did you say 'we'? Because I'm not going anywhere." John didn't even bother to look up.
"What do you mean? Do you feel sick?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine as long as I'm not together with you who always get's me into unnecessary trouble."
"Oh, is that so? OK, then I'm going alone. It's OK that you leave all the fun to me."
John arched an eyebrow. No objections? Something wrong with Sherlock today? Apart from the things that were obvious? Weird.
"John, I need your help. Could you please come to my room?"
Heaven knew what it was this time! And goodbye peaceful breakfast!
John ascended the stairs. Through the opened door he could see fully dressed Sherlock. Wait, why did he wear only one shoe?
"Really funny. New experiment or what?" He pointed at Sherlock's left foot.
"No. I don't do experiments with myself. I accidently managed to get this shoe under my bed."
"And for what exactly do you need my help?"
"Could you please get it for me?"
"I'm not your houskeeper! Get it yourself!" Mrs. Hudson's attitude seemed to rub off on him somehow.
"Well, you see, I'm too tall." He made a dramatic gesture in order to underline his words.
"OK, OK. I do it." Looked like the only chance to get the peaceful breakfast atmosphere back…
Watson crawled under the bed carefully trying not ot hit his head. He could already see the shoe. Only one grab away…
Click!
What was that? Watson leapt up and hit his head.
"Ouch. Jesus Christ."
"You OK, John?"
"No. My head hurts like I was knocked down by a truck."
Slowly he made his way back with Sherlock's left shoe in his left hand.
"Thank you, John."
Wait! Sherlock Holmes actually saying thank you? There must be something terribly wrong here! And if he recalled right, hadn't he also said please? Oh, very suspicious.
"Sherlock, what-"
John tried to rise up from the floor when he noticed his right hand was handcuffed to-
"Sherlock! This isn't funny! I'm not one of your fucking experiments!"
John tried to focus his attention to the handcuffs. There was no doubt. He was handcuffed to Sherlock!
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