One Less Sleeping Bag.
Sherlock Holmes was gazing out of his window, when a very tired, very haggard looking John Watson came into 221B. John staggered towards his old chair and plopped down with a big sigh. Sherlock turned towards his friend seeming somewhat annoyed.
"you're late" was all he said as he took a seat in his chair opposite from his friend.
"Well Mary did just have a baby 42 hours ago" John said
" Yes, John. I was there in that stuffy waiting room for five tedious hours. I am very aware of the situation."
" Yeah, I don't think you are. I should be at home taking care of Isabelle so Mary can have a proper rest. We are both very tired and trying to get used to being new parents. The only reason I came was because you were very insistent. Although I don't know why that should come to a shock for m-"
"Don't ramble John. You know how I can't stand rambling. It doesn't matter because we have a case!"
Sherlock looked very happy as he relayed this news to John and hopped out of his chair, bouncing on his feet.
"Now this case is going to take at least two days away from the city, at a campsite. Where we will have to go undercover as campers. Lestrade believes that the killer from the Victim In The Garden case, is hiding out as a camper. Unfortunately this is the time of year camping is popular so it may be a b it pretentious to say it will only take two days could take more."
Sherlock said all this pacing infront of John. John waited for Sherlock to go on, but after a couple of minutes passed by saw that he was finished... for now. So John sat up straight and leaned forward.
" Look Sherlock... you know how much I love working on cases, but I can not be gone for more then three hours right now never mind two days!"
" Or more" was all he said, as he continued pacing. John leaned back and started rubbing his temples to help soothe his oncoming headache. He decided he would wait until Sherlock was fully ready and alert before discussing things further. But as the hands on the clock ticked slowly, John's eyelids started to flutter shut. Until they finally closed for good, until ten minutes later Sherlock woke him up with a very hard pinch to the shoulder.
"OUCH! What in the bloody hell was that for?!"
"John, I just alerted you to a case and all you can do is sleep? John the Game is on!" Sherlock bounded towards his bedroom leaving a groggy John to rub at his slightly sore shoulder. When Sherlock returned he held a very large camping bag in hand looking expectantly at John. "Well hurry up! There is a murder to get!" Sherlock was all smiles.
"Sherlock I just told you I can not come. Sorry mate there is just no way."
"of course there s just call Mary tell her the situation and it can be all sorted"
"No sorry, this time it can't be sorted. Mary is still in pain and is very tired. She needs me." John was standing his ground. Although he wish he could go and run off for a couple days to catch a criminal with his best friend, he couldn't. He was a husband and father first. Sherlock dropped his bag on the floor and sat back down in his char.
"How am I suppose to do this by myself there is too many people for me by myself."
"can't you ask Greg to come along?" Sherlock looked at John scrunching up his face in confusion.
"Lestrade"
"Oh, no. He has way to many things he has to take care of in London." Sherlock clasped his hands together and steepled them under his chin. John tried to come up with someone who could accompany Sherlock on this case. He first thought of Mycroft, but thought better not mention it considering the very long speech he would get for even coming up with that idea. When suddenly a certain pathologist came to mind.
"Sherlock.."
"Yes, John?"
"What about Molly?"