A glass shattered right before me and Sherlock. My defensive instincts kicked in as I covered my head and crouched down. I tried to catch a glimpse. Someone had jumped out the newly formed shop exit and was headed straight towards the bustling traffic.
'Thief, he stole my bag!' I heard a lady screech from within the building.
'Its the Police! Stop!' Sherlock yelled.
The old lady had rushed out the shop entrance by then and looked at us with mad eyes. 'What are you looking at?! Catch the bloody thief!'
Before I could speak, Sherlock had grabbed me with his gloved hand, and was tugging me behind him. We were running in the middle of the road. Surfing through traffic, while dodging oncoming vehicles. I'm sure Sherlock was having fun. And I was finally getting the jog Mary was pressuring me on about for weeks.
The robber was running like a horse, jumping swiftly over obstacles, he had turned a blind corner across the road by then, we had to speed up or we could lose him. Sherlock was already leaving me in dust. His long legs provided him a perfect advantage. Although there was still a lot of ground to cover. We turned the same corner, only to see the bastard hop onto a bus. I wasn't paying attention because I bumped right into Sherlock, who was now looking around frantically.
'Did you check the bus number? I asked while in between huffs. 'Maybe we should get a cab' I suggested jokingly. But Sherlock didn't pay heed.
'This way John!" he yelled, not waiting for me in the least.
We paced through the narrow path, stumbling over loose rocks. It was a slippery road, but a convenient short cut.
"Incoming, Incoming" Sherlock spoke in grunts as he shoved strangers out of the way.
My legs were starting to get heavier with each step, we had been running for a good few minutes. Sherlock was more than enthusiastic in this chase and showed no sign of losing speed. I only hoped that the robber wasn't smart enough to get off the bus before it reached its next stop. Our boots clicked on the rocky path, splashing puddles of water as we propelled ourselves forward. I could see the main road up ahead. The bus was just about to leave the stop. We dived headfirst into the packed bus, squishing the people standing at the door.
It took a bit of shuffling through the crowded bus, but we caught the man eventually. Sherlock almost hit the man in the face with his fake police badge. There wasn't any resistance on his side when we put on handcuffs that Sherlock had so conveniently carried. We got down at the next stop, spotted a convenient police station, explained the situation to them and handed over the robber and the lady's bag. I realised my heart was stilll running due to the chase sequence we had just been on. We both silently watched the man being taken away by the police.
'A cab' Sherlock said, catching me off guard. 'sounds brilliant' he added after a pause. I looked up at him as the words sunk in. He had a smug grin pasted over his face, a smile involuntarily cracked on my face too.