A/N: Okay so I haven't written anything in like a year and I don't know where this came from but yeah... maybe it's from seeing Sherlock drive in Hound of the Baskervilles or maybe I'm just bonkers XD anyway it's most likely crack but hope you enjoy it anyway :)
The Game is Afoot
"The loss of the body parts is regrettable, yes John, but I've cracked the case!"
"Sherlock, there are arms, legs, torsos and heads strewn across the bloody M1!"
The pair had been travelling back into London after having met a 'friend' of Sherlock's ("he isn't a friend, John, he's an acquaintance who supplies me with body parts when Molly is being too mopey to be tolerated") in Watford when Sherlock had a sudden burst of 'inspiration' over the latest case passed down to them by Lestrade. Unfortunately, Sherlock seemed to forget completely about the task at hand – driving. This sudden enlightenment saw John and Sherlock hurtling towards the barrier, before John grabbed the wheel, shocking Sherlock out of his state of euphoria and back into their current crisis. Luckily, Sherlock revived just enough to prevent the front of the car smashing into the barrier but the back end swung into it, sending body parts flying out of the boot and back seats. John had to admire the police's efficiency – they were on scene with the motorway closed before he even had time to register they'd stopped moving.
The police ordered them out of the car with their hands behind their heads – which Sherlock ignored. Obviously. He half-tripped in his haste to get out of the car, muttering about having to get back to London immediately, that it was of the utmost importance.
"Sir! Put your hands on top of your head now! Stop moving!" One of the police officers, clearly the one in charge, yelled at him as John complied with the resigned air of someone who'd been here far too often.
It was only then that Sherlock seemed to notice the police presence, head whipping round at the interruption before openly dismissing it.
"Phone detective Lestrade at Scotland Yard – he'll explain everything!" Sherlock calls excitedly over his shoulder, taking off in the direction of London.
"Sherlock! You can't run down the motorway!" John drops his arms with an exasperated sigh.
"Come ON John! The game is afoot!" Sherlock laughs slightly manically as he holds up and then flings an actual foot in John's direction.
"Why did I let him drive?" John muttered to himself before running after his mad flatmate. The police stand there stunned and confused before suddenly realising that perhaps they should be chasing after them – some of those body parts looked real after all.
A/N: Don't think the tense is quite right in places so sorry about that but let me know what you think :) x