Robbie Neumann Sherlock Fan Fiction Jan 9 2019
The Day Off
"It's been three months and there hasn't been a single murder!" Sherlock suddenly blurted, echoing into the silence of their small apartment.
"You shouldn't hope for people to get murdered, Sherlock," Ms. Hudson said in a shaky voice.
"What am I supposed to do in between?" Sherlock asked.
John sighed. "Watch some television, go on vacation...just do something normal Sherlock".
"Normal?" Sherlock burst out laughing. "You mean like a boring, pathetic, senseless, emotional, ignorant, minuscule brained normal person!" Sherlock shouted furiously as he ran out of the small apartment. A loud screech was soon heard from outside.
John stumbled outside into the now quiet street, "Sherlock wait!"
"The Burning Tavern," Sherlock said to the driver as he jumped in the taxi. The driver then drove off toward the busy streets of London.
John wondered. Why is Sherlock going to the most dangerous gangster bar in London? There was no way I could catch up with him now.
Sittingin an old worn out chair at the back of the tavern made Sherlock feel unusually excited.
Looking through the smoky room toward the bar, Sherlock saw a huge man wearing way too much leather grab a young waitress by the neck and pin her against the wall. "You charged me for ten beer you little whore, you can't even add properly!" shouted the man in leather.
Sherlock stood up. "Hold on leatherjacket, not only can you not add, your memory is equally poor." "You seem to have forgotten about the beer you spilled all over the floor".
"What's it to you?" "I think someone needs to learn how to mind their own business, eh boys?" said Leatherjacket to his similarly dressed drinking buddies. He let go of the waitress and she fell to the floor. He started walking towards Sherlock, but slipped on the floor exactly where he had spilled his beer. The room went silent except for the sound of Leatherjacket hitting the wet floor. Sherlock then walked out the door, knowing he would be followed...
Still inside the tavern, Leatherjacket yells, "He's a dead man!" His buddies are eager to help, but he just shouts, "Sit down boys, I can handle this." "Just get me a beer, I'll be back soon."
Sherlock can't help but smile as the tavern door flies open exactly as planned, and Leatherjacket stumbles out and follows him around the dark corner toward the train tracks. Sherlock thinks to himself, the train will be rounding the corner in precisely 15 seconds…perfect timing to catch Leatherjacket by surprise! In his drunken state, he won't have a chance to get out of the way. Sherlock giggled with excitement.
Leatherjacket stops just before the tracks and says, "I wouldn't be laughing if I were you!" "You're soon to be a dead man." Leatherjacket steps onto the tracks toward Sherlock.
Sherlock replied, "I wouldn't be so sure…not only are your math skills and memory lacking, your timing seems to be as well." Suddenly the train comes around the bend heading straight for Leatherjacket. He tried to move, but wasn't quite quick enough. The train didn't have any time to slow down; Leather jacket didn't have a chance.
Sherlock walked in the door and greeted John with exhilaration in his voice. John asked him, "What are you so happy about?" "You ran out of here earlier because you were bored, what happened?"
Sherlock replied, "I just saw someone get killed by a train!"
"That excites you Sherlock?" asked John with a worried tone in his voice.