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Chapter 1. Boredom again

It was a boring day in 221b Baker Street. Ever since Dr Watson managed to hide ammunition and prevent his flat mate from ruining the wall, Sherlock would become really turbulent very quickly. As for now, he was franticly searching for cigarettes all over the living-room. From time to time John would take a look at him, but would not move from the old and comfortable chair. At last, when a pack of documents was sent flying on the floor, he couldn't bear it anymore:

"Can't you just calm down?"

Sherlock, dressed as usual in his blue silk gown, turned towards him with a pouting expression on his face. His eyes were filled with malicious sparks.

"I'm bored, John. Where are they?"

"No, not this time" John replied carefully.

Sherlock groaned and returned to messing up the recently cleaned room.

Apparently resigned, John took out his phone. It can't be solved without help, he thought.

"Lestrade" a tired voice responded on the other end of the line.

"Oh, hello Greg, how are you?"

"John? Something happened?"

"No, not yet, but it'd be nice if you could hand over something to us…"

DI Lestrade chuckled. He knew as well as Dr Watson how unbearable the One and Only Consulting Detective can get out of boredom.

"I'm about to head out to the crime scene; a little help wouldn't be a bother. A luxury hotel near Hyde Park"

"Fine, thanks, we'll be there" said John and hung up.

"Be where?" Sherlock asked, suddenly standing right beside the chair and looking down at his flat mate.

"You were bored, weren't you?"

"I warned you, I'm not taking ordinary cases"

"Well, I'll go and see how extraordinary it can get, and you'll stay put in here…"

The trick worked. Sometimes Sherlock Holmes was surprisingly childish and stubborn.

Half an hour later, they were both in a cab heading towards Hyde Park.