Sherlock had left in a hurry and John had been left in the apartment by himself till the man came back. John had just entered the apartment only to see the man dashing out while still putting his coat on. Twenty minutes Lestrade came in. "Where is he?" he looked around for Sherlock. "He left. I think Mycroft threatened to visit he dashed out like mad and didn't even say hello or good-bye." John said.
Lestrade went to sit in the armchair "Lestrade wait!" it was to late to stop the man. He fell into the chair sitting on Sherlock's violin breaking it beyond repair. Lestrade looked at the broken mess that was now Sherlock's violin. "He's gonna come back and want that." John gulped and looked at Lestrade. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. "John quickly hand me my violin." Sherlock burst into the living room to see his flat mate the detective and a broken violin.
Sherlock stared at the violin. "Sherlock I'm-"
"Get me another one now." Sherlock hissed. "But Sherlock it's after eleven there are no-"
"Stradivarius. Now go find one." Sherlock growled. Gray eyes looked at the DI. Lestrade felt as if his soul would burn from the furious blaze in them. "Do you know how long I've had that violin?" Mycroft came into the room suddenly. "Brother-"
"Shut up Mycroft. Again Lestrade do you know how long I've had that violin?" none of them said anything. Mycroft looked at the carnage that was his violin. "I've had it since I was seven. Now go out and get me another one this minute Lestrade or you will figure your case out on our own."
"But Sherlock be reasonable there is not place open that sells a violin." John was shut up from saying anything further by the look now turned on him. "Go now." he glared. Lestrade had never seen this side of Sherlock before. John hadn't either. They left quickly with Mycroft following them. "What are you doing?" john asked him. "Last time Sherlock was that mad was years ago and he put a nice sized knot on my head. I don't want a repeat." Mycroft said stepping out the door.
"What are we going to do? If we don't go back with a violin he's gonna shoot us." Lestrade spoke. "No he'll shoot you. I'm not the one who sat on it." John said. Lestrade reached for his phone. "I need you to run a search on music shops. Good now send me the list." he hung up and waited a moment. "Alright we have twenty places to check over. Let's go." Lestrade hailed a cab.
"Send me ten that way we can get this done in half the time." Lestrade sent half the list to John and the split up to find the violin. "He owes me for this." John grumbled to himself.
A/N: next chapter they go looking through the shops and meet some really weird people. Poor John.
