"I am on FIRE!" Sherlock said as we walked towards the exit. Suddenly, though, all the lights in the warehouse went off, leaving us in total darkness.
"Sherlock, wait!" It comes out more like a loud whisper, and I reach blindly into the air and manage to grab his arm. "What the hell was that?"
I can practically hear him smirking. "The lights went off, John. Nothing to worry about."
"Okay, but why did they go off?"
"Because I paid a friend to shut them off as we walked out, obviously."
Wait, what? "… Why would you do that?" I ask slowly.
I swear I know Sherlock is rolling his eyes. "For dramatic effect, of course."
Before I can make some smart-ass retort, Lestrade reminds us of his presence. "If you two don't turn those lights back on right now, I'm going to shoot something, and in this dark it might end up being you!"
Sherlock grabs my hand and we run, laughing like maniacs, to the exit.