Chapter 1: Dealing With A Detective
John was fed up with Sherlock's constant moaning about the lack of cases the last few weeks had brought them,
"You know what you need, Sherlock?" John prodded,
"A holiday" he told him simply causing his friend to scoff as he paced the flat holding his harpoon gun as he normally did when he found himself irritated and John rolled his eyes,
"Everyone needs a holiday, Sherlock" he argued,
"I am not everyone, John. As I am sure you have come to realise in the years we have known each other" he mumbled and John held an expression of thought and held up a finger pointed in the detective's direction,
"How about this?" he asked,
"What if there was a case that took you away for a few weeks? You could relax in your own way yet still have a change of scenery. It will do you some good" John proposed and Sherlock gave a look of thought,
"You have managed to peak my interest. I shall accept the offer if you find me a case good enough to make me travel away from the UK border" Sherlock said holding out his free hand and John smiled and shook his friend's hand,
"I'll take that deal" he said before going to search the internet for a foreign case worthy of Sherlock Holmes.
Baker Street remained quiet for the following next few weeks until the silence was suddenly broken,
"HOLY MOTHER OF BATTENBURG!" John yelled causing Sherlock to run out of his room, did a forward roll into the living area aiming his loaded gun ready,
"What is it?" he demanded, looking towards John sitting at his laptop,
"Someone stole 'The Starry Night'" he proclaimed mortified causing Sherlock to roll his eyes as he stood, putting the safety on his gun,
"Even your primitive mind should know that such an action is impossible, John" he grumbled turning away but John stood, holding the laptop and brought it so Sherlock could see it,
"Not the starry night as in the sky, Sherlock. 'The Starry Night' as in the famous and one of the most valuable paintings in the world by Vincent Van Gogh" John corrected and Sherlock's expression was indeed filled with interest,
"That is almost as nearly impossible" Sherlock said as he took the laptop from John's hands,
"The police are baffled as there is solid evidence. All security, including CCTV and alarms were disabled" John explained what he read as Sherlock examined a photo of the crime scene in which stood the head Parisian inspector and the gallery curator and the detective frowned,
"I do indeed wish that I were able to take this case but... I find myself low on funds and my brother has cut me off since my last visit to a drug den" he grumbled and John thought before clicking his fingers in success,
"My cousin owns a studio in Paris. More than enough room. Two separate bedrooms and I'm sure they'd be more than happy for you to stay there" John said and Sherlock gave a smirk,
"Very well, I shall use the remains of my account to book a ticket" he proclaimed,
"Paris. Sherlock Holmes is at your service" he murmured smugly.
Ooooooo Will John's cousin be what Sherlock is expecting?... Of course not! haha :D
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