MEGA SHORT CHAPTER! Yeah, I do introductory chapters now. You might have to put up with long update times, as I suffer from bad writer's block. I'll try not to let it get the better of me though.


Sherlock looked at his watch, disgruntled. Three hours. Three hours John had been gone. He had only been going for a walk. Sherlock's phone had rung two hours ago. He needed John to pass it to him. If he was this late, the text was, in all likelihood, from him.
Sighing, he got up and picked it up. Huh. Lestrade.
He hit the redial button and put the phone to his ear.
"What is it?"
"Sherlock. So good of you to finally call… there's been a murder."
"I'm busy. I'm waiting in for John."
There was a sort of pained sigh from Lestrade's end.
"Sherlock… that's not exactly why we need you."
"That's the only reason you ever need me," said Sherlock, sharply, growing suspicious.
"Sherlock, if you'll be quiet for just a moment… this is… important."
Sherlock didn't say anything. He had never heard Lestrade so distracted.
"We've arrested John. Nothing's permanent yet, he's just a suspect, but… Sherlock?"
In the living room of 221B, Lestrade's voice called unheard from Sherlock's discarded phone, and the front door slammed shut.


R and R?