Missed Calls
It had been mid-morning when Sherlock Holmes had first stretched out on the sofa in the lounge to do some customary systematizing of his mind palace. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that it was dark. And quiet. So evening and no John. He slipped his mobile out of his shirt pocket and lit up the display.
Missed calls – 14
Mycroft, John, Lestrade, John, Mycroft, Lestrade, John, John, John, Mrs Hudson, Lestrade, John, John, Molly… Molly? Sherlock shook his head, what could Molly Hooper possibly want?
Voice messages - 8
Myroft: boring missile plans
John: wants me to call Mycroft, as if.
Lestrade: no case, just checking in, why is he wasting my time?
Mycroft: still boring…find them yourself if you are so hot to get them back, eh?
Lestrade: wants to get together for a drink…must have started without me, certainly a fine one to talk drug bust to me.
Mrs. Hudson: wants me to call John, Mycroft and Lestrade…still harping about the blood coagulation experiment left in the bath, where the bloody else was I supposed to keep it? And yes, it would be too much trouble to bring the bins round closer to the rear door for you; I'm your tenant, not your whipping boy. Love you too.
John (with Lestrade yelling in the background): telling me I have to come down to the pub and meet them… no I do not need to come and get drunk with you people. Ah, Molly's voice… John's trying to get her to call me. Really John, if you want to be sneaky, you shouldn't hold the phone so close when you are plotting.
Molly: asking nicely if I would please come down to the pub for a bit, if I wasn't too busy…why in the world would John think Molly calling would make me come?
Ten minutes later…
Sherlock cursed expressively as he ran his elbow into the door jamb bringing the bins around to the rear door on his way down to the Yard's local.