Incessant Noise
A/N: Thank you to my beta reader, HalfCelticHalfWolf.
Needless to say, Sherlock was not happy.
Lestrade had texted him, told him he needed to come to his office immediately. Sherlock promptly ignored him.
When the sounds of his phone's text message sound continued going off from his bedside table, he promptly reached out blindly from his position with his face still in the pillow, grabbed the phone and chucked it as hard as he could against the opposite wall. Much to his dismay the phone's battery did not fall out like he had planned as it crashed against the wall, instead making a bang as it knocked over a plastic brain on a shelf that brought John to his room. And the cursed phone kept on making that incessant noise.
"What in hells name is going on in here Sherlock?" John asked, clearly his patience dwindling at the fact Sherlock was already being troublesome this early in the morning.
Sherlock said something, but to what he had to say John still had no clue. Sherlock had not taken into consideration the effects of a pillow on your face when trying to enunciate what exactly had him on edge this time.
"Sherlock, be a big boy and use your words," John said in a patronizing tone while leaning down to Sherlock.
He rolled over onto his back while rolling his eyes at John's obvious life goal to annoy him.
"Lestrade wants us. Call him and see what he wants and if it warrants our attention," was his ever polite retort.
John just shook his head as if he were a naughty child and strode over to the phone and picked it up. Without another word he dialed Lestrade, strode out the door and closed it behind him.
Sherlock, not wanting to get out of bed and definitely not thinking that a case would be arising soon, curled up a little smaller under the comforter. Evidently nearly drowning in the Thames really takes it out of you, he thought to himself, while pulling the blanket a little tighter around him.
Just then, John opened the door again. Ignoring Sherlock's groan at his reappearance he peeped in.
"Get up, you are going to want this one," he called at the mass of coverings that hid his flat mate before leaving to get ready himself.
A/N: This is my first Sherlock piece and I would appreciate a PM or review to tell me what you thought. I may continue this based on the reactions to it or if I am particularly inspired. Thank you for reading!