Listen to Emilie Autumn playing Leclair – Tambourin to get the kind of music he'd be playing.
His fingers moved nimbly as he played his violin, the notes and tune flowing as if it was the most natural movement in the world. Sherlock felt his worries melt and joy encased him in a cocoon as he played.
The case of the moment had got him stumped in the most ridiculous of places and playing was a method of release and calming.
' You know you really should buy a new one…'
John came strolling into the room with a paper under his arm, walking stick in hand, and went straight for his usual chair only to feel the glare of Sherlock on his back.
' But then what would become of poor loyal Elizabeth? She needs love and attentions and a good plucking every now and again!'
John looked over to see Sherlock now caressing the violin, stroking it gently and with nimble fingers.
' I wish you wouldn't call it a name you know-'
' I know what? That you think it's odd. Elizabeth is much a part of my life as you are John.'
John ignored him and plucked the paper from under his arm and began reading the latest articles- mostly to do with how stumped Sherlock was with this case.
'Now now, don't get upset because you think I'm comparing you. You're invaluable to me. Who would get dear Nanny off my case… or bring me the most recent paper!'
Sherlock reached out and snatched the paper swiftly from John's hands.
'Thank you! Now what are they saying about me…'
John looked up exasperated- ever single paper he ever purchased was lost somehow.
'You had better leave the crossword for me Holmes!'
Sherlock flicked the top of the paper down and glanced at John
'Oh we're on last names are we? Well Watson you may have it back- I've done it all.'
John sighed and sat back- refusing to bring up the topic of crossword puzzles after Sherlock's last failed attempt. He decided to keep quiet and watch the great mind at work puzzling over the words of a man he knew Sherlock would think of as inferior.