1st Dec: From She Who Scrawls - Deadline


"Ah, Mrs Hudson." Lestrade doffed his hat to the esteemed landlady with a warm smile. "I was hoping to see if Mr Holmes and Doctor Watson-"

"I'm here!" Holmes emerged behind Mrs Hudson, who rolled her eyes and walked away tutting. He was already dressed in his coat and hat. "Let's go, no time to waste!"

"But, what about Doctor Watson?"

"He is otherwise indisposed." Holmes gestured for Lestrade to retreat from the doorway. "Shall we-"

"HOLMES!"

Lestrade nearly fell down the front steps, he jumped so violently at the yell. Holmes merely turned with a long suffering air and called back,

"IT'S UNDER YOUR DESK!"

"MY DESK? WHY IN HEAVEN-" Watson's bellow ceased; whatever it was, it would appear Holmes had been correct and it had been under his desk.

Holmes nudged Lestrade with his stick, slamming the door behind him as they left. They walked in silence for a few moments, Lestrade quite bemused.

"Doctor Watson does not like deadlines," Holmes explained, about a block away from Baker Street. "His latest story for the strand is due tomorrow and, as usual, he is working right up to the wire."

"What was under his desk?"

"His fourth draft," Holmes replied shortly. "Now, for the love of Heaven, tell me you have something that will keep me out of the flat for the next two days!"