"Sherlock! Sherlock!"
Shouted John as he jogged up the stairs of 221b Baker Street flat with his hands over his ears. There was another sound of a gun been fired, as John opened the door what led to the living room he saw Sherlock sat on the sofa pointing his gun at the wall. "Sherlock, what are you doing?" he asked as he walked over to him.
"Bored!" was all Sherlock replied as he stood and took another shot at the wall. After he tookk the shot he walked back over to the sofa and sank down onto his back bringing his hands to his lips.
"What do you think you're doing? Mrs Hudson will go mad when she see's the wall." said John as he walked over to the wall and ran his hands over the wallpaper which had just taken a few bullets from Sherlock.
"Never mind that. Did you get the jam?" Sherlock asked as he sat up as he placed his hands on his legs and tapped his fingers as if he was nervous.
"What? Why do you want jam? You don't even like jam Sherlock." John asked as he arched an eyebrow and walked over to the chair what was by the fire.
Just as Sherlock was about to answer Mrs Hudson walked into the room and looked around, her gaze fell on the wall "Sherlock." she said in her sweetly worried voice.
"Why did you shoot the wall?" she asled looking at Sherlock with worried eyes and then looked at John who just shrugged at her.
"I was bored." he answerd as he stood from the sofa and walked to where his violin was, he was just about to bring the bow up to the violin when Mrs Hudson interrupted him.
"You need to set your mind on something, Sherlock, what you need now is a case." she said as she made her way to the door, she turned back and said "The damage you did to the wall will be coming out of your rent money." and with that Mrs Hudson left them.
Sherlock looked at the wall and then at John and he bought his bow across his violin and played for a few minuets and said "All I need is jam, John."
"But you don't even like jam Sherlock. How many times do I have to tell you?" said John and he got up and grabbed his coat and walked to the door and looked at Sherlock before he left.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked as he walked over to the window.
"Out." replied John.