A/N: Just a quick one shot written a couple of weeks ago. Does it count as AU now I've seen The Empty Hearse?
Disclaimer: I don't own BBC Sherlock.
Everything was silent. Silence! How could they stand this?!
He could feel his pulse. He was certain that if he concentrated hard enough, he'd be able to feel the earth rotating.
He was so bored.
Bored. Bored. Bored. BORED. BoReD. borED.
He groaned, stood up and started pacing around the room.
How could they - the normal, and rather dull people - cope? He had had nothing to do for little over 24 hours, and he was out of his mind. God, he missed solving cases. He missed Anderson being obtuse. He missed John.
John. JOHN. JoHn. jOhN.
He shook his head and placed it against the cold glass of the (filthy) window.
Okay. What could he deduce?
There was a man in the building opposite cleaning his windows. He was wiping blood. Judging by the nail marks on his left hand, a domestic with a lover. Simple.
In an alley to the side of that building, there was a man holding a woman up against a bin. Her attire, the stack of money she was handing him and the pile of heroine needles spillig from her handbag suggested she was a prostitute.
Heroine.
He pulled the curtains together quickly.
No, that was not a place he would return to.
He needed something to concentrate on. Shaking, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled the first number that cam to mind.
No, John thought he was dead.
He deleted the numbers, and redialled Mycroft's number carefully.
Before giving his brother the chance to greet him, he quickly said, "are there any international criminals in Switzerland you would like to find? Any enemies of the state? Anybody who hasn't paid you back for taking your chocolate cake - even though you are grateful they did, you were steering away from your diet - and have decided to take a last minute holiday to Switzerland?"
A/N: Reviews are always appreciated.