Sherlock sighed as he took aim. He was bored. John had gone out and left him again. It wasn't fair. The wall opposite was starting to look like a particularly vicious mouse had attacked it but Sherlock didn't care. Suddenly he looked up. The heavy tread of John's footsteps could be heard on the stair. He grinned then caught himself and arranged his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression.
"Sherlock you in?" John called as he opened the door to the flat. He peered round the edge of the door frame, noticed Sherlock on the sofa and then noticed the wall.
"Bloody hell...where did you get the gun from anyway?" John sighed and carried the shopping through into the kitchen.
"It wasn't exactly hard to find yours John." Sherlock called out in response. "Think of somewhere more imaginative than your sock drawer next time." He rolled his eyes and moved through into the kitchen, hoping John would make him some tea.
"Just ask if you want some!" John sighed as he got out two mugs from the cupboard.
Sherlock smiled at his friend then wondered of and picked up his violin. Plucking at the strings he thought about the last few days. He needed a case now or he was going to go insane. He mentally checked himself. Well, more insane anyway. Raising the violin to his shoulder he played a few melancholy chords.
"Tea's ready," John called from the kitchen. Sherlock turned and made his way through to John. Carefully avoiding displacing any of his precious science experiments he sat down at the table and stirred at his tea half heartedly.
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John was starting to get worried about Sherlock. He knew the time in between cases was hard for him but he didn't normally become this subdued, if you could count shooting holes in Mrs Hudsens wall subdued. He peered over his mug at Sherlock. He was dejectedly stirring his tea with a lost little boy expression on his face.
"How's your day been?" He asked Sherlock with a sigh, already knowing the answer.
"I need a case John! I'm bored. Why is no one dying in London any more? Should we move to the country? Maybe more people die in mysterious circumstances out there?"
John laughed at the mental image of Sherlock tending sheep and then turned his mind back to the matter at hand. "I'm sure something will turn up soon, Sherlock, just be patient!" Sherlock glared at him over his mug of tea before disappearing behind it as he took a sip. There was a ring at the bell. John couldn't believe his luck..
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"Show them in Mrs Hudsen." Sherlock yelled. A case finally a case! A small man was ushered into the room. Sherlock listened whilst he explained his problem. Nasty murder involving a pair of ice skates...
"I'll take it!" He looked delighted, then noted the look John was throwing him so arranged his features into a more acceptable expression for those discussing murder. "John, find some acceptable clothes, we're going rollerblading..."