Chapter One:
It was a rainy day in London – nothing new about that. Sherlock Holmes was lying on his sofa, at 221B Baker Street, bored out of his mind.
It had been weeks since he'd been on a case; precisely 2 weeks, 3 days, 7 hours and 51 minutes since his last case had been solved, and now he was waiting for a new one. He felt desperate – if Mycroft called to offer him something to do, he'd probably accept it, because he was so incredibly bored.
For the last few hours Sherlock had been harassing his flatmate, by sending him texts every few minutes, asking everything from; when will you be home to could you ask your patients if they'd allow me to experiment on them.. after that last one, Sherlock was pretty sure John had turned off his phone.
A few minutes ago Sherlock had texted Lestrade, asking if he didn't have any cases Sherlock could help out with. He hadn't replied yet.
The front door closed and a few moments later John appeared in the sitting room and sat down in his favourite chair, without saying anything.
"Are you angry with me?" Sherlock asked, after taking in John's gloomy expression.
"No, Sherlock, believe it or not, I've learned to ignore your stupid texts, when I'm at work" John answered, in a monotone voice.
"What's wrong with you, then?" Sherlock asked confused.
A few seconds past before John replied, "Sally told me that she didn't see our relationship going anywhere, and that she felt I was more suitable as a friend than a boyfriend."
"Ahh.. finally" Sherlock said.
"What?"
"I've been waiting for her to dump you for a few weeks now." Sherlock answered.
John starred at his friend, disbelieving "sorry.. you've been waiting for this to happen?"
"Yes, it surprises me that you didn't see it coming.." Sherlock said, not a hint of sympathy in his voice, "it seemed rather obvious to me."
"Everything seems obvious to you, Sherlock!" John let out, with a hint of annoyance, while his flatmate just looked flattered at John's statement. "But I suppose I wasn't totally caught off guard by this.. I just.. I like having someone to share my feelings with, and those sort of things."
"John, you do know I'm always there for you if y..." Sherlock started, but was cut off my John:
"That's not what I mean, Sherlock!" An awkward pause followed. "I suppose I just.. like.. to be in a relationship."
"That's something I'll never understand" Sherlock stated.
"Somehow I'm not surprised."
Before Sherlock had a chance to make a comeback his mobile had started ringing. It was Lestrade.
"What do you have?" Sherlock asked as he picked up the phone, not even bothering to say 'hello.'
"Death at a theatre, could be a homicide. No witnesses." Lestrade answered.
"I'll be there, which theatre is it?" was Sherlock's only comment.
"The Royale"
"OK, I'll be there in fifteen minutes." said Sherlock and hung up.
Sherlock picked up his coat and scarf, and was almost out the door, when John called his name.
"What?" Sherlock asked impatiently. "Oh, sorry, John, did you want to come along?"
"Ehm, yes.. but that's not what I wanted to say." John stated.
"What is it then?"
John sighed and shook his head. "Sherlock, you're in your pyjamas and dressing gown. Just thought you might want to put on something more suitable for a crime scene."
Sherlock looked down himself; John was right. "Ahh.. excellent idea, I'll be ready in three minutes." He said, and hurried to his room.
"I'm counting!" John shouted after him and looked at his watch.
Three minutes later Sherlock stood before him, wearing one of his black suits.
"Come on, John, we haven't got all night!"
I apologize for the short first chapter.. I've had this story coming for a while (I've been "researching" to write it and prepared it a LOT!) but for some reason I had no idea how to start it... So this chapter perhaps is a bit clumsy.. but it will be a lot smoother when I get into the story; I promise!
Oh, and I have no idea if there is a theatre in London called "The Royale" ...I just needed a name, and I didn't wanna go with some "well known" theatre.
Please feel free to review x)