A/N So I had this dream a while back on how i was watching the first episode of season 3 of Sherlock and after i cut out all the weird parts it seemed like a good fic idea. though i can't promise i'll end it properly since i woke up pretty soon. 3 chapters are gonna be there for sure, i don't know about the rest, if this picks up and people will like it i'll probably figure something out and finish it. so far no smut or obvious canon, just fluff
It all started in a small, smelly looking alley that's not far from the main street. As the sun finally set over the horizon a group of teenagers started gathering up, some were as young as 15. Though the leader of the group, the tallest guy with jet black hair and a stern expression was no younger than 20.
The group exchanged some information and discussed details about an unclear subject though, it was not hard to guess they were up to something sinister.
The six of them finally headed out of their hiding place when the city quieted down and there were no people or cars nearby. They walked a short distance to a friendly looking neighborehood and stopped in front of a relatively small brick house. The house was one of the oldest in the neighborehood with a small neat garden out front.
The leader of the group locked eyes with the youngest of them and silently gave him the order to move in using their agreed hand gestures. The other nodded and proceeded to go alone through the fence and into the garden silently. He had a tiny body and the flexability and quick reflexes of a cat, that gave hime the ability to soundlessly glide through another's property and manouvre his way around to the owner's dog who's usually agressive features were now relaxed in a deep slumber.
A single soft whistle rang through he night and the rest of the group, getting the signal that their biggest threat isn't going to wake anyone and ruin their plan, advanced through the fence with conciderably more noise than their youngest memeber. The group have been monitoring this house for weeks and discussed this next part. So they, knowing a weak spot in the old locks and the security system, go in through the garage. Once they're in the house all of them start acting quickly and wordlessly. Everyone had their part in this which they knew by heart.
After much rumagging around they finally get to the destination they seeked. The living room. It was hard to tell much about its appearance given the fact that it was a very dark night and their tiny flashlights didn't show much.
Now after months of planning they reached what they came for. The leader of the group seeked somee sort of important papers or documents which's importance was known only to him. Time wasn't being wasted as they headed for the drawers and found stacks of papers and some envelopes along with the owners passport and his other documents. While the leader was skimming through the papers to see if this is what they were looking for the dog outside started to bark madly. The rest of the group looked at their leader with panic in their eyes, because this was not part of their plan. The dog should have stayed asleep until the morning, yet something triggered it.
The leader grabbed the first papers he saw, along with some envelopes, clearing out the entire first drawer and ran, the others followed behind him, stomping through the house loudly.
John Watson jumped out of bed, his eyes wide awake and prepared for battle. He scanned his surrounding and listened closely to whatever disturbance that caused his dog to bark like mad and managed to glimpse through the window at about half a dozen figures running away into the dark. John sighed deafeated, as sharp as his reflexes are, he was in no state to chase after them.
Since there was no way he could go back to sleep after this, he put on his robe, grabbed his cane and slowly limped his way downstairs to evaluate the damage. Though, to his surprise the large plazma TV and his stereo were all intact and untouched and so was everything else in the house it seemed. Except for his large cabinet in the living room where one of the drawers was ripped out and cracked on the edge.
John went closer to the crime scene, careful not to touch or move anything around it. He saw that there were no papers lying around, that meant that the entire drawer had been cleared. Whoever did it broke in here with a definite purpose.
John couldn't remember for the life of him what was in that drawer, but first thing next morning when he calls the police, he'll get his answers.
Next he went outside, where his bloody old dog was still barking his head off, waking up half the neighborehood. John tied the robe around himself tighter as the cold night air chilled him unpleasantly. To anyone who wasn't john, the dog was a sworn enemy and someone to be barked and growled at constantly. Though he absolutely adored john and started jumping up and down and whinning at the sight of him.
"It's alright, Gledstone, it's alright." he murmured petting the dogs head as it calmed down. John sighed again wondering what could have set his dog off after he picked up a tiny tube or sedatives dropped nearby when a dark shadow moved away from the corner of his eye.