Disclaimer: However much I would like to, I do not own BBC's Sherlock… yet :-)
So... this is my first ever fic so I don't know If it's any good. Usually I'll be uploading Doctor Who fan fics and I am currently in the middle of writing about three of them, but I thought I would try something different. Never written a Sherlock before so i hope it's alright. I've written another chapter of this but won't put it up yet, hopefully I'll be able to put regular updates on this. First chapter is a bit slow but i should get into this a bit later on...
Chapter 1
Sherlock Holmes wandered down yet another aisle in the shopping centre. Why did they insist on moving their stock around all the time?
His mobile phone beeped and vibrated in his jacket pocket. He stopped for a moment and took it out; he clicked open, and read the text.
Don't forget the milk.
JW
Sherlock rolled his eyes and quickly slipped the phone back into his pocket. He let out a long, deep sigh just to show how bored he was, and then continued his search for the only thing he had come for, the milk.
"Can I help you Sir?" A young man asked approaching Sherlock. The young gentleman was obviously in his late twenties, he had short brown hair that had been styled so it stuck up in every direction, making him look a bit like a hedgehog. His name tag pinned on to his uniform read the name Patrick.
"No, I can manage," replied Sherlock managing to give the assistant a small, fake smile. "Thank you" he added quickly, trying to sound polite.
Patrick nodded and returned him his smile. He turned around and continued to stack various items on the shelves. The moment the young man's back was turned, Sherlock immediately dropped his smile.
He turned around on the heels of his shiny black shoes, and continued to walk through the shop.
Sherlock stood in the exit of the shop and looked miserably out at the busy traffic and heavy rain.
"London." He sighed to himself.
He pulled his long jacket tighter around himself and tightened his scarf. He swapped hands that he was holding the milk with and prepared himself for the miserable trek back home… unless of course he could catch a taxi.
He took a step out of the shop and into the cold night. The heavy wind and rain lashed against his face and quickly seeped through his jacket. He shivered a little before continuing down the street.
"Taxi!" Sherlock called waving his arm out at the traffic driving past; he took a step closer to the curb. The cars continued to drive past, oblivious to Sherlock. Unfortunately for him, one drove a bit too close to the curb and drove straight through the enormous puddle in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock quickly took a step back as muddy water was sprayed up at him, he swore at the cab and shivered more, the cold bitter wind biting at his skin.
Sherlock's mobile beeped and vibrated again in his pocket, he took it out and opened the text.
Where the hell are you, you were only getting milk!
JW
Sherlock sighed and once again, didn't bother replying to the text. He gave a long, agitated sigh and continued to walk down the street trying his best to ignore the freezing weather.
Ok, thanks for reading this chapter, I know it was short but I thought that was a good place to end.
Please review! This is my first fic so would like to know what you think! :-D
Thanks, Beth x