Chapter 1: Four words
Sherlock was bored. He slumped down in his chair, as John mixed the tea. The scent mixed around in the air, and Sherlock closed his eyes. His mind palace had been out of sorts for the past few days and he could not pinpoint as to why. Might it have been the fact that he had not had a case for a week now? Or had it been a month…..all Sherlock knew was that it had simply been too long since his last eventful case.
John, sensing something was wrong, approached Sherlock and set down his cup of tea next to the chair. John picked up the laptop, and rummaged through some older e-mails.
"Hey look at this." John said to Sherlock. Sherlock did not open his eyes, but muttered, "What could you possibly want now John?"
"Well don't you sound chipper today," John complained, "For your information all I was going to say is that there is a message here talking about a possible client"
Sherlock stumbled out of the chair, and bolted right to the side of the computer. "Speak now. What is it? What a' we got?"
John scrolled the mouse over to the e-mail, and opened it up. To his surprise there were only four words written. I need your help.
There was no reply address, and there was no other information on the document.
"What is this? I tell you John; such unoriginal humans think they are so hilarious. Why can't all of you be more like me, oh but then I would no longer be extraordinary. On second thought, stay how you are." Sherlock explained with a sarcastic smirk on his pale face.
John stayed at the computer, trying to understand where this e-mail had come from, while Sherlock lazily threw himself onto his chair yet again. He pulled his gun out of the right pocket on his roe, and held it up to the lamp. He studied how the pieces of the gun worked, and how they fit together. Suddenly, he whirled around and pulled the trigger narrowly missing John's ear.
"ARE YOU MAD? WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?" John shrieked, "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"
"Ahhh but the thing is, I did not." Sherlock loosely replied with the smirk still on his face. He was bored, his mind palace was not working, and now even John was being idiotic. All Sherlock wanted was a case. Anything, anything at all would do.