This is my first attempt at a Sherlock fanfic, or any fanfic for that matter so it might not be amazing but I will try my best. I will try to regularly add chapters although I have a busy life and often one with lots of writer block but I will get around to it eventually.
"Bored!...This game is too easy, I need some-thing...some-thing more challenging, I need a new case!" Sherlock complained as he slammed his hands on the wooden coffee table in the middle of the living-room then rose to his feet and started to wander the apparently.
"It said in the newspaper that trivia is a difficult game to keep your mind busy" Mrs's Hudson spoke in her usual soft tone.
"It must be so annoying having such a small collection of knowledge!" Sherlock retaliated in a snap at the elderly lady.
"Sherlock!" John interrupted from sitting on the chair next to Mrs's Hudson. "That wasn't very nice!" John added as if telling him off like he was a child. John often took on the role as the person who told Sherlock how to behave.
"And you, everyone knows that tungsten is 74th on the periodic table and 'W' being it's symbol" Sherlock rolled his eye slightly at John then glanced out of the window as if looking for some-thing intellectual for him to occupy his mind with.
"I didn't" noted Mrs's Hudson in reply to Sherlock's remark.
"Thank you..." John agreed with his landlady and friend.
"Bored!" Sherlock repeated loudly and flopped over the chair so that he was sitting sideways, his back leaning on one arm of the chair then his legs dangling over the top of the other.
"Well looks like that's another game we shalt be playing again" John complained a little but Sherlock was paying little attention as he had flicked the television on and was sat watching the news. John and Mrs's Hudson began to clean up the trivia game and put the cards and the pieces of round plastic cheeses, which really were not cheese, back in the box.
"Sherlock please turn that down, it's rather loud" Mrs's Hudson pleaded with him. "Isn't that the man you work for?" she asked Sherlock as she saw the elder grey haired man, Lestrade live on the news being molested by a large mob made up of paparazzi and angered public citizens. Sherlock made no reply to her. John looked up momentarily at the TV after Mrs's Hudson's comment.
"Five, four, three, two..." Sherlock counted down slowly. "One!" Sherlock's face lit up as his phone started to ring. He jumped to his feet and moved once more towards the window to answers it. "Oh god yes!" Sherlock quickly replied before any words could be spoken, his face filled with joy.
"Come along John!" Sherlock called upon his sidekick after slipping his mobile phone into his pocket after the phone call. He swiftly walked across the room, scooped up his heavy coat made from pure Irish woollen tweed then slipped it on before he whipped across the room, a large grin on his face then slipped down the stairs. John quickly got up as he was called, hurried across the room to fetch his coat before racing after Sherlock. "Sherlock wait up!" John called as he was once more left behind because Sherlock was in such a rush, it wasn't uncommon for Sherlock to race off in excitement. Once outside it took them about twenty seconds to flag down a black London cab.
Once inside John looked expectantly at Sherlock wanting to know the details of their new case. The phone call was short therefore Sherlock must had been tracking the case for a while waiting for the police to once more have to call out their helpline and it wasn't like Sherlock would jump at any case, Sherlock would only take the cases that meant he would have to figure out a puzzle, he enjoyed that. Sherlock grinned back at John.
"Twenty seven murders over the past two years, one each month, the bodies all left laying on their backs with their arms crossed over their chest, eyes closed and the shape of a cross drawn on their forehead with their own blood" Sherlock announced, his words came across as rather excited which they were, Sherlock got some sort of thrill from working on murder cases, especially serial criminals. The cab driver seemed rightfully disturbed by the way Sherlock spoke about the murder of another human being, it was too normal and fun in his opinion, he didn't say a word but he did tense up slightly. John looked at Sherlock that told him his tone was not acceptable. "Okay, just calm down, dead people remember" noted John quietly so only Sherlock could hear as he caught sight of the cab drivers becoming reasonably comfortable.
"John, this mans a genius, not once has anyone seen him or has he been caught out! Genius!" Sherlock remarked, his face glowing like he was a little child about to be given a christmas present early. John himself was not quite the same way and he made it clear in his facial expressions that he was not amused by Sherlocks choice to ignore his attempts to encourage Sherlock to relax and be more emotional and so John turned his head to look out the misted window into the partially busy Autumn streets of London. Sherlock had taken note of what John was saying and fell silent, he too then turned to look out of the taxi window.
"Just try to remember that these people have families and emotions" John commented to Sherlock in a more stricter tone however it wasn't likely Sherlock would take to much notice, Sherlock wasn't exactly one for taking orders. "We don't want a repeat of what happened with the travelers case" added John as he stared at Sherlock with a tensed gaze but Sherlock simply huffed slightly and continued to look out of the taxi window. John watched Sherlock's reaction before he gave up and persisted to gaze out of his window also. He had wished that Sherlock would be a little more sociable some times, silent cab rides were always silent and slightly uneasy because of the silence however Sherlock liked to use the time to think, not only that but honestly, Sherlock is not really the chatty type of guy, that was just Sherlock.
