The ambulance siren rang in the background. Many paramedics jumped out of it and they hurled the bleeding criminal towards the stretcher. The famous consulting detective Sherlock Holmes and his faithful friend Dr. John Watson had caught yet another killer in their history of criminal catching.
The case had been an easy one actually. The criminal was literally stupid. The crime was an easy to solve (at least for Sherlock. But the criminal was strong one. He did not confess to the many brutal murders he had committed. That made him harder to catch. Like most criminal, they could not chase and catch him nor could they convince him to confess. The criminal even went far enough to stab him. So john, not knowing what to do, shot the criminal in the leg. But the doctor side took over him and checked if said criminal was ok. Sherlock thought that it was useless but john insisted. When the sound of Ambulance and police vehicles had filled the background, John and Sherlock let the paramedics take charge and decided to leave even though Lestrade was persistent that they give their statement to do their share of paper work. Sherlock, always the impatient one, had left dragging John before even Lestrade could force them. Sherlock decided to take a cab home and they were comfortably seated in the back seat in complete silence.
John was gazing out of the window, looking out to the London streets. He enjoyed the night chases and he always felt as if he was back in the exciting atmosphere like in the army. The thought of his military career was always sad. He had missed the familiar rush of adrenaline when he was running through the battle field to an injured comrade. He had missed the feeling of immediate dread and excitement when confronting a threat. He also had memories of his fellow army friends. Bill Murray was a very great friend and he had saved John's life. He was the head nurse and he and John had saved many people. Working with Bill was fun and he was always loyal and considerate to others. John had been full in his thoughts but quickly came to the present as he saw a familiar figure standing in the streets, trying to hail a cab.
Looks like his thought has come back to life after all.