Better Than Previously Planned
It's hot. Hot. Hot enough to make Sherlock shed that blasted coat of his, hot enough to make John buy truckloads of ice cream not unlike those broken-hearted women on their periods in films.
Hot enough to warrant three additional bullet holes into the wall of 221B, and hot enough for Mrs. Hudson to actually come up and scold Sherlock. Something that almost never happens, considering Mrs. Hudson's affection for the detective and her absolutely endless patience. Alas, the heat has probably seeped through to the poor woman's head.
"Ugh. That's it. I'm going to Mary's clinic, the air-conditioning there is absolutely glorious. Want to come with?" John offers to the detective who's currently trying to escape to his mind palace to forget the heat.
As tempting as the offer was, (Mary always lets him read through old files regarding some unusual medical cases, and it is always alarmingly cool inside the clinic), he doesn't accept, instead waving his flatmate off with a quick flick of his hand. He's busy building a mind watering hole, or a mind pool, or something he could jump into to refresh his brain. The heat is affecting his thinking and that cannot be allowed to continue, and so he works hard at building a water-feature in the gardens of his palace.
Somehow, a pathologist with a cheery smile and a sailor-themed one-piece bathing suit manages to already be in the pool before he jumps in. Sherlock smirks; he's always been pretty good at making things come out in his mind better than he had planned.
Note: Sherlock was a bit creepy in this, wasn't he?
