Here it is! Without further ado.. My sequel to Of Doctor's and Detective's... I hope you like it. I couldn't stop writing at work today, seriously. I just kept getting ideas!
"John Watson get your arse out of bed this instant! There's a crime to be solved!" Sherlock Holmes shouted at his flat mate who was currently holding a pillow over his head.
"No... Nope. You kept me up til all hours with your bloody drinking game. That you won, might I remind you. So no!" He rolled over with a groan. Sherlock rolled his eyes and formed a plan. He crawled into the bed beside the stubborn man. He then promptly started to poke him.
"Sherlock." John said, the detective only hummed in response, "Hey. Stop it. You know how I hate poking." John tried inching away but was met with an arm wrapping around his waist and even more poking. The doctor began wiggling away from the man until finally he landed on the floor with a thump.
"Good, you're up!" Sherlock said, hopping out of bed, "Now get dressed, the game's afoot."
"Bloody prat, you are." John mumbled.
"My room! My rules." He shouted and John rolled his eyes, standing slowly. He held his head, which was throbbing, and looked in the mirror. He was down to not but his pants, the side effect of Sherlock's extra special game of... flip, quarters, waterfall, kings... or whatever he called the ridiculously extensive game he invented so that only he would win. Unfortunately for the detective his... partner? had passed out before anything more could happen. In fact nothing short of a few kisses here and there had happened since the confession.
John ran up the steps to his own room, gathering his clothes and running back down the stairs into the bathroom. After what felt to Sherlock like an eternity, but was really only ten minutes, John stumbled from the room, ready to go.
"Finally! Let's go!" He threw John his jacket and having put his on already, nearly ran out the door. They hopped in the cab and were at the crime scene in no time as Sherlock offered the cabbie an extra sum of money to speed. Upon arriving he jumped out first, leaving John to pay said fee. With a roll of his eyes, John paid the money and followed the detective to where Lestrade ad Donovan were standing.
"Good morning sunshine!" Lestrade said, noticing how visibly hung over John was.
"Umph." Was his reply.
"Do you remember what you texted me last night?" He asked, a large smile on his face.
"God, no... Was it bad?" John winced.
"No, just... Sweet." Lestrade laughed, John searched himself, checked his pockets, is phone wasn't there.
"I seem to have misplaced my mobile at the moment."
"Maybe you left it at hoe... Oh well you'll see it at some point. I'll let you be surprised." Lestrade kept laughing until he looked at Sherlock, immediately he straightened up.
"If the pleasantries are over, an we move on to the murder now?" Sherlock's exasperated tone was nothing new. Since he and John had confessed their feelings, it was all anyone wanted to talk about and little pow wow's like this were always happening. At least this one wasn't pertaining to the status of their relationship, Sherlock was thankful for that.
"Right then... Jane Doe, found by a dog walker 2 hours ago... Time of death around 12 hours ago. That's all we've got so far."
"Amateurs." Sherlock said, leaning in to inspect the body. A few things stood out: Broken acrylic nails, sign of a struggle, obvious asphyxiation but no signs of being choked, peculiar... Ripped jacket, runs in stockings, dirty feet, missing shoes. She was dragged a distance. Then there was the watch... A fob watch? He picked it up, examining it.
"What's that?" Lestrade asked.
"Obviously a watch, don't ask idiotic questions." Sherlock answered, "But it's very similar to the one found on the man rom last week..." He opened it, examining it for any inscriptions. When it snapped open he thought for a moment that he saw a stream of light flicker and fade away. John thought so too, but he attributed it to his hangover.
"Well, anything?" The detective inspector asked again, waiting for another snide remark.
"I think we may have a multiple homicide with more to come." Sherlock answered, slipping the watch into a bag and then into his pocket. He began walking away, Lestrade called after him.
"Oy, that's it?"
"For now!" Sherlock shouted, "Come on John... I have a feeling this isn't an ordinary watch. Let's go get the other one."
Yeah so I wrote three more chapters at work... Yeah... I was that into it.